Can’t Hide My Love (4 page)

“Just that we kissed.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly Preston’s lips were against his, his tongue sliding against Alec’s lips, begging him to open. His coffee and oatmeal were forgotten as they pressed against each other. His dick hadn’t forgiven him yet for the lack of activity the night before and was fully hard in seconds. He didn’t want the kiss to end or Preston to move away, but the man was pushing his limits.

Their lips parted and Preston placed both hands on Alec’s waist. Alec’s head spun and he felt the need to step away, but Preston’s grip tightened.

****

Last night he’d been drunk but this morning he wasn’t. “I know what I’m doing. I want—I.” Preston looked away and swallowed, the words getting lost in the noise in his head. Could he actually do this? Alec started to step away again, but Preston wrapped his arms around Alec’s waist, holding him close. “I need to see...”

“See what?”

“If it’s—if I want this—you.”

Neither of them moved and he feared that he’d messed up terribly getting so drunk the night before. Then Alec moved close again, the stubble on his cheek brushed over Preston’s jaw and he shivered.

“Do you?” Alec asked.

Preston tugged at Alec’s shirt, untucking it from his slacks. He started undoing the tiny buttons, hoping Alec didn’t stop him. “I think I do.”

With Alec’s dress shirt open, he pulled up the white undershirt, exposing Alec’s chest. The swirls of hair made his dick harden even more. Alec shrugged off his dress shirt and Preston helped him out of the undershirt. Alec didn’t let him keep his shirt on, and tugged it off. Both of them were breathing hard. Alec raked his gaze over Preston’s body then back up to his face. Lust shown bright and Preston knew he had almost the same expression.

He pressed his chest against Alec’s, loving the feel of chest hair and the flat planes. It was different than with a girl. He didn’t mind boobs, but the hard pecs and fuzz were driving him crazy. Their lips locked together, tongues twisting as they deepened their kiss. He felt Alec’s hand on the string at the front of his sweats. When Alec tugged on the string holding his pants up, his dick jerked. The kiss ended and they both leaned back, staring into each other’s eyes, then Alec shoved Preston’s pants low.

The truth was obvious. He’d spent so long trying to keep it from himself that shock filled him. Tears pricked the back of his eyes as his emotions welled. Last night he’d been drunk and his desire could have been excused as alcohol induced fantasies, but this morning he wanted Alec even more.

Alec leaned in, his lips brushed over Preston’s in a sweet slide. Their movements were slow, languid, as Alec touched him everywhere except on his dick. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered that he should stop, he wasn’t gay, but the truth was louder, begging him to keep going. Maybe he wasn’t gay, he didn’t know, but he wanted Alec.

“Are you sure?” Alec asked.

The words washed over Preston and he melted against Alec, hoping that his actions were enough of an answer. They kissed again but Alec pulled out of the kiss and took a step back. Preston’s heart lurched and the need to hide overcame him, but Alec’s gaze was too intense and searching.

“Say the words so I know you want this,” Alec demanded.

Preston bit his lower lip, his breath coming fast. “I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“What this will mean.”

“It only has to mean something if you want it to.”

Disappointment filled Preston. He wanted Alec to want him. Maybe he’d get this crazy need out of his system. They would have sex and it would be over. Then he could go back to Janea and the two of them could make a commitment. And if she didn’t want him, he’d find another girl, because the pain of rejection from a guy was too harsh to handle.

Alec must have seen the hesitation in his eyes because he moved to turn, but Preston caught his arm. For a moment they stood like that, neither one of them speaking as Preston tried to determine how far he was willing to take this.

“Please don’t walk away. I don’t deserve a chance after the way I’ve treated you. I shouldn’t have come here drunk and hit on you, but please let me—I want—I need to know.”

“Then tell me exactly what you want so there is no confusion.”

“I’m not confused, and I’m totally sober this morning. I want to make—to have sex with you. I can’t go my whole life not doing this with you.”

Alec didn’t move for a few seconds, his gaze on the wall behind Preston. Then his eyes shifted and he nodded before grabbing Preston’s hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Preston’s heart beat out a staccato rhythm and his hands shook. He didn’t take his eyes off Alec as he stripped off his pants, revealing the rest of his sexy body. The rush of blood from his head to his cock left him dizzier than he’d been when he was drunk. The thud of his heart was so loud he wondered if Alec could hear it, but Alec didn’t seem to be bothered at all.

He shivered when Alec stepped closer and touched his chest, his fingers running over the strip of hair between his pecs and down to his belly. Alec looked up, his gaze imploring Preston as if asking permission to move forward.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” Alec said.

“I’m a guy, nothing special.”

“Oh, but you are special.” Alec placed his palm in the center of Preston’s chest, his fingers spread wide. “You are so freaking gorgeous. You always have been.”

Preston’s hands shook as he reached to touch Alec’s chest. “I like this.”

“My fuzz?”

“Yeah, I really like it.”

“Tell me, Preston, have you ever sucked another guy’s dick?”

“No, never.”

Alec dropped to his knees, his lips close to Preston’s dick. Heat swirled through his body, leaving him shaking with lust and anticipation. He sucked in a breath, hoping the oxygen would clear his head. It didn’t work. Preston looked down, watching as Alec smoothed his hands over his thighs and up to his hips.

“I wanted to do this all those years ago. You know, touch you, hold you, suck you.”

The words shocked Preston. His whole body was left shaking. He was going to come if Alec touched him.

“Can I suck you?” Alec’s sky-blue eyes made his face look almost angelic.

Something inside of Preston shattered. He became unhinged as Alec leaned forward, his tongue darting out, sliding over the tip of Preston’s cock.

“Oh God, Alec.” Preston clutched at Alec’s shoulders, trying like crazy to remain upright. He’d wanted this for too long, wanted to be touched, held, loved by this man. He wasn’t gay, but God, he couldn’t say no to sex with Alec.

****

The first taste of Preston slid down his throat, and Alec wanted more. Preston had come so fast Alec hadn’t actually been able to show him his excellent blowjob skills. Preston collapsed onto the bed and curled up, his gaze on Alec. The intensity between them was almost surprising. He’d not imagined their passion back when they were eighteen. It was real and thick, full of emotions he could scarily name. With other men, he’d never replicated the feelings he’d first had with Preston. But with this man, the intensity was almost instantaneous.

“I’m sorry I came so fast. I couldn’t handle it,” Preston said.

Alec moved to lie beside Preston, rolling to his side so they were facing each other. “I guess you liked it.”

Preston’s face turned red, his eyes closing. The guy was shy and Alec enjoyed watching his emotions play across his face. He climbed over Preston, hanging above him as he rested on all fours. Alec glanced between them, taking in the expanse of male beauty. He spread his legs a bit and dropped his hips, sliding the tip of his dick over Preston’s abs.

They both moaned, then Preston gasped. “Oh God.”

Alec dipped to kiss Preston as he continued to grind, his dick grazing over Preston’s tight stomach. He wanted Preston to suck him, but he wasn’t sure Preston would go for that. It was enough to have Preston in his bed. This might be a one-time thing. He was stupid for doing this, stupid for opening himself up to hurt, but he was addicted, and walking away from Preston Gentry wasn’t going to happen—not in this lifetime.

There’d been too many nights spent fantasizing about this man for him to pull his senses together and do the right thing. Alec had opted for honorable last night when Preston had been drunk, but this morning Preston was sober and fair game.

Alec was a bit surprised when Preston pulled him closer and arched up. They were rocking together, Preston getting hard again. He liked the feel of Preston’s body against his. So many fantasies over the years and yet none of them measured up to this. Alec trailed his lips down Preston’s neck, enjoying the little moans and gasps. He chuckled when Preston cried out as Alec bit down on his earlobe.

“Alec, I’m gonna come again.”

“Suck me,” Alec demanded. Preston stilled beneath him and Alec pulled back, staring down into the man’s liquid brow eyes. “Would you suck me?”

Preston nodded and pushed Alec off him. He sat up and stared down at Alec, his gaze going to Alec’s dick. Preston licked his lips, his tongue darting between his generous pout, making Alec even harder. The desire to pull Preston down and force him to suck him deep wove through Alec, so he clutched the sheets in his hands to keep himself from being an ass.

Preston lowered slowly, his gaze flicking to Alec’s every few seconds. The first hesitant swipe of Preston’s tongue over his dick left him shaking. He closed his eyes as Preston circled the ridge of his cock, trying to memorize exactly how this felt. He feared that Preston would freak out and run, but he stayed with it, his tongue torturing Alec with sweet swipes and hesitant licks.

Fighting to keep his hips still, all of Alec’s muscles clenched as Preston sucked down on him. Preston pulled off quickly and sat up, his eyes wide. Disappointment wove through Alec.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Alec said.

Preston shook his head. “No, I do, I was just surprised.”

“By what?” Alec asked.

“How good you taste.”

Molten heat boiled through him and a little precum beaded at his slit. Preston stuck out his tongue and licked the moisture away. Alec dropped his head to the mattress, his eyes rolling up in his head. He was going to blow quickly. If he were more callous, he’d blame it on his lack of sex, but he knew the excitement was because this was Preston Gentry sucking him down, licking his cock, and kissing his body.

Preston-Fucking-Gentry licked the tip of his cock and Alec became unhinged. His balls pulled tight and he felt out of control. Preston wrapped his lips around Alec’s cock and went down again, humming as he rode Alec’s dick. Preston’s lips were sweet torture and heaven mixed with something lighter and less describable that made Alec want to cry and scream at the same time.

Why hadn’t he done this with Preston before? Oh yeah, the guy had ignored him after their little bathroom incident. But he didn’t want to think about that now. He wanted to enjoy having Preston in his bed, sucking him to heaven.

“Oh damn, Preston, you’re freaking good at this.”

Preston pulled off and sat up, staring down at Alec. His eyes were glassy and his lips swollen. Pure desire filled Alec, causing his cock to twitch.

“I’m just doing what I like done to me.”

“So freaking good,” Alec moaned.

Preston’s lips tilted into a sexy grin before he dropped his head and sucked down on Alec. Desire twisted tight as he bit his lower lip and clung to the sheets, trying not to come so quickly.

The light scrape of Preston’s teeth was quickly followed by a masculine chuckle. The guy was toying with him, teasing his cock with an erratic rhythm. Then Preston’s fingers grazed Alec’s balls, sending a jolt through his body. His muscles clenched and he arched up, his dick hitting the back of Preston’s throat.

He wanted to fuck Preston’s mouth, but Alec knew Preston wasn’t used to giving blowjobs and it might be too much. The press of Preston’s fingers on his sensitive skin sent him into orbit. He reached down and grabbed Preston’s hair, trying to pull him off. His brain short circuited and his mouth couldn’t form the words so he grunted, hoping Preston understood. Preston continued to suck him as Alec came.

It was true, you can see heaven in the middle of an orgasm. He floated back to earth, still alive even after the amazing experience he’d just had. Alec blinked open his eyes and saw white cum leaking out of the corner of Preston’s mouth. Preston’s eyes were full of lust and he looked almost drunk. Alec pushed Preston to the mattress and licked the cum from his chin and cheek before slanting his lips over Preston’s mouth, demanding entrance so he could taste his essence on this beautiful man and see how they mixed together.

His tongue slid over Preston’s and he moaned at the flavor of his cum and Preston’s mouth. He could stay here in this bed with this man all day. Preston wove his fingers into Alec’s hair, holding him in place as he moved, wrapping his body around Alec’s. Their kisses went from deep to soft pecks, and tiny nips, neither of them willing to part. At some point he must have drifted off because the next thing he felt was Preston’s hard dick against his hip. Alec rolled toward him, surprised to see Preston’s eyes open.

“Hey,” Alec whispered. “How are you feeling?”

Preston turned to stare at the ceiling. “I’m not sure.”

“About?”

“My head aches. I drank too much last night.”

He could imagine the regret Preston was feeling. Alec’s stomach twisted. He’d enjoyed every second of them being together, but he knew better than to sleep with a straight guy. It never ended well for him. He moved to sit up when Preston clamped down on his arm.

“Thank you.”

“For?” Now Alec was curious.

The sun had risen enough to pink up the sky and light spilled in, splashing across Preston. He needed to get up and get moving if he wanted to make it to class on time. Alec readied himself for the rejection and faced Preston, wishing that there was a way for them to be together.

Alec watched Preston, memorizing the lines, dips, and curves.
Was Preston blushing?
Alec went up on his elbow and stared down at Preston, their gazes met and he felt like the world stopped for a moment. There wasn’t any regret in Preston’s gaze.