“Wow, something you don’t know; that’s a bit unsettling,” I tease, and catch a quick grimace on his face before he smooths out his expression.
“There’s plenty I don’t know.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like…” He licks his lips, his eyes dropping to my mouth and lingering there for a few seconds. My heart beats wildly, my cock—my whole body—aching desperately for the kiss I’m pretty sure he’s thinking about giving me. It’s a bad idea; it’s a messy idea, but fuck I want it.
I’m not sure which one of us moves first. For all I know we move at the exact same time, crashing into each other with eager force. Alex’s lips are soft but insistent against mine as he drags his fingers through my hair, tugging gently. I move closer, knocking my laptop off my knee and onto the cushions, and then slip a hand under his shirt. His skin is smoother than I imagined, his kisses anything but passive as he coaxes my mouth open and slips his tongue inside.
I moan into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue gliding against mine, our kiss growing heavier and deeper. I dig my fingers into his lower back, feeling the hard outline of his erection against my thigh.
Alex breaks away, resting his forehead against mine and dragging in a deep breath.
“I guess that’s one thing I now officially know,” he says with a hint of humor in his otherwise raspy voice. He darts his tongue out to lick his lips like he’s tasting the kiss. Fuck that’s so hot. I mirror his action, dragging my tongue along my bottom lip and nearly moaning out loud again at the flavor of him lingering there. I want to taste the rest of him, strip away his clothes and suck bruises onto his skin, grind our hard, bare cocks together, slide my fingers between his ass cheeks and tease his hole until he’s begging me to fill him.
All the wanting hits me so hard I almost can’t breathe.
“What’s that?” I ask trying to focus on his words, my brain slow and sluggish, my cock hard as steel as my body buzzes to get close to him again. Although I’m not sure how much closer I can get with our clothes on, we’re still pressed against each other, his breath fanning over my damp lips with every exhale, our foreheads and noses bumping. A little voice in the back of my mind whispers that clothes are definitely an optional part of the equation.
“We’re hydrogen and oxygen, baby. We’ve got chemistry.” He waggles his eyebrows and another laugh bursts from my throat. Fuck, he’s cute. And hot. And I might be a little bit fucked.
I groan, unable to help myself as I hook a hand behind his neck and drag him in for another kiss.
