Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (47 page)

Gage

You can do it Gage, just give in and let
the love of your life suck on you. She won’t ruin it. She won’t
hurt you. She will make it feel good.
I keep telling myself,
like a broken record, turning over in my head. I’m putting off the
inevitable. I’ve psyched myself out before. It’s time to finally
let go.

Kissing my Angel’s neck one last time, she
groans in her throat. Releasing her perfect nipple, I spin her
around. I’ve already unbuckled and whipped out my dick to rub
against her smooth, round ass. Now all I have to do is take the
rest of my clothes off. Backing away, I drop my pants and she
watches me, like a predator. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch
her slowly licking her lips, staring at my aching dick, that’s
straining not to come.

At the gym today, fuck! That was bullshit to
the tenth damn degree. I left the floral shop, because I had no
idea Lex was going to be there. If I had, I probably would’ve
prepared myself a little better and secured my dick in a tighter
pair of boxers or something. I’m hard like twenty-four seven around
her or when I think about her. I feel like a teenager getting a
boner at the slightest thought of her. It’s kind of embarrassing.
Anyhow, I get to the gym, and Megan, my secretary is there, well,
my soon to be former secretary. I’m firing her tomorrow. After I
found out about her answering my phone and not telling me, I can’t
excuse that. I can look past being my old fuck buddy, just as I can
look past Daniel being Lex’s. I don’t expect her to fire him. He’s
a decent man, and he’s a damn good secretary. I had hoped to keep
Megan around, too, not anymore.

Today at the gym, when I was in the middle of
using free weights, all Megan did was stand across the room and rub
her tits in the corner, looking right at me. Like that was supposed
to turn me on or some shit. Yeah right. Give me a break. I couldn’t
even fathom flirting with another woman, let alone touch her. The
little sleazy display did get me down to half-mast. Then my brain
went back to thinking about Lex in her pretty blue dress, and I was
hard all over again. Ended up heading to the bathroom to relieve my
problem, of course with my luck, Megan ended up following me into
the men’s locker room. She basically
threw herself
at my feet,
and tried to pull down my pants to blow me. Isn’t the first time
she’s tried that either. If I’m not going to allow my lover to do
it, I sure as hell wouldn’t let some floosy suck my dick. I was
pretty wound up by the time I forcefully hauled her out of the
locker room by her arm, while she yelled at me to let her go. I
turned her into Jimbo to handle. Riding high on sexual frustration,
I found my way back into the bathroom and settled into a stall to
pump my dick and rid myself of aching balls.

Thought that would handle my incessant need
to come all the damn time. Wishful thinking on my part. Now I’m
here at Lex’s house, and I feel like I haven’t orgasmed in a year.
I have no damn idea what she is doing to me, but fuck, my sac
aches. I need her mouth on me,
now
.

Throwing the reminder of my clothes to the
floor, I glance down at my raging boner and back up to her.
Circling my shaft with my fist, I tilt it up, giving her a good
show, and chance to back out if she doesn’t want to suck it. I
don’t expect her to. To be honest, I’m not sure I really want her
to. My nerves have been shot to shit.

Without a word, she kneels on the floor right
in front of me. Locking her beautiful eyes with mine, she smiles.
It’s like she’s looking right into the depths of my very soul. I
love that she has that kind of power over me. I’ve prayed it would
be like this since the first moment, I knew I was in love with her
so long ago. Now, it’s even better than I imagined.

“Let me.” She huskily states, chewing
vigorously on her bottom lip. My Angel must be just as nervous as I
am about this. Good to know I’m not alone in this feeling.

Wrapping delicate fingers around my shaft,
she runs her tongue over the tip and a wave of ecstasy jolts my
system. Another lick to the tip and my sac tightens, ready to
blow.

Fuck this is amazing!

“Is this okay?”

I nod, eyes hooded, as I take in my beautiful
woman kneeling before me. Her long hair draped over her shoulders,
her back slightly bent forward, while she rests on her knees. I
could get used to this.

Encasing my pre-come soaked head between her
lips, she swallows down my offering and closes her eyes as she
glides me into the velvet heat of her mouth. A slow rumbling moan
bursts out of my lips as her mouth comes to rest on my trimmed
pubis. Humming in her throat, she laves the underside of my cock
with her tongue, with it still engulfed in her mouth.

Holy fuck!

Picking up the pace, using one hand to pump
my shaft, she sucks and plunges my head into the back of her
groaning throat. Working her own shaft, she sucks me into slick
velvet heaven. Hot bursts of air shoot from her nose, as her mouth
filled moans start to hasten, and she sucks harder, greedier.
Working me like a pro.

Fuck…. Fuck, yes.

Threading my hands behind my head, I
instinctively buck into her mouth, losing myself in divine
pleasure.

My balls tighten and she drops
lady
,
grabs onto my sac and tugs. Oh fuck! My body tenses, I clinch my
jaw and trip over the edge.

I’m coming!

Calling out her name, I shoot hot streams of
my salty come into her throat. Swallowing me down completely, she
smiles, holding my thick head in her mouth.

“That was… Shit… I dunno, Lex. But I fucking
loved it. Thank you.”

Giggling, she shakes her head and sucks my
entire semi-hard shaft back into her mouth one last time before she
releases it.

“You taste delicious, like granny smith
apples.” She languidly licks her lips and I groan at the perfect
sight.

I offer my hand to her, and she uses it to
stand and I bring her into a hug. Kissing her temple, I whisper. “I
love you, Angel. Let me return the favor. I want to suck on you, to
make you come.”

“Um… I sort of already did, honey.” She shyly
giggles, her lips on my chest delivering the tiniest of kisses.
She’s even sweet after she gives me a blowjob. What a goddess. My
goddess. How’d I ever get so damn lucky?

“Came when you were sucking on me?”

Her forehead nods into my shoulder. “Yes, it
was sexy and you taste good and smell good down there. It’s
nice.”

I smell and taste good. Never thought that
would matter to me but it does. Knowing my woman likes my taste and
my smell, makes me I don’t know… happy?

Just when I think I can’t possibly love her
any more than I already do, my heart swells, tightening in my
chest, feeling like it’s about to burst with an immeasurable amount
of love. It’s one thing to fall for a person on paper. You know
about them. You hear about them. Fantasize. You get this fictional
picture in your head, that they are a certain way. Lex, she’s even
better than I imagined in my dreams. Better to taste, touch, smell,
hold, love, and to know. She talked with me last night for hours on
the roof. I entrusted her with stories about my family, about my
mother, about everything. Things I’ve never disclosed to a single
person and not once did she judge me. Not once did I feel like she
didn’t want to hear about my life or feelings. Feelings…there goes
that word. Men are equipped to kick those stupid things to the
curb. Feelings make us weak. We’re supposed to ignore them, unless
they are sexually derived. When I’m with her, I can’t though. I
can’t help but feel everything. When she’s hurting, I’m hurting.
When she’s happy, I feel happy. It’s kind of fucked up if you think
about it.

But what’s that saying? ‘Perhaps the feelings
we feel when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love
shows a person who he should be.’

That’s true for me. I am the man I should be.
Lex makes me a better person.

Lex

I brush a chaste kiss to Gage’s lips and
sneak into the bathroom. Turning on the tub, I adjust the water
temperature and pour in some Keagan Cosmetics lavender bath salts
and soothing bath oils. I retreat back into my bedroom to grab my
phone and I plug it into my iPod dock on the vanity, sliding the
music selection to Patsy.

Dipping into the tub, I relax and leave Gage
to soak up the reality of what just happened; me giving him head,
it was hot and tasted so damn addicting, I can’t wait to do it
again.

Patsy starts singing about “Walking after
Midnight” and suddenly it shuts off. I glance over to see why. Gage
is standing in the bathroom removing my phone from the dock and
plugging his in, wearing only his boxers. What a sexy sight.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to show you something. It’s time
to get the sad music of Patsy out of the air and fill it with
someone more appropriate.” He states, his back to me, allowing me
to get a spectacular view of his firm butt and essentially
my
Angel tattoo covering his back. It is truly a
masterpiece.

A gentle musical intro starts on a song that
I’ve heard a hundred times before.

“Fly me to the moon” Sinatra sings.

Then Gage cuts in, singing along with Sinatra
and dancing. Amazingly well, I might add. I turn to watch him. And
he looks me straight in the eye, like he’s singing to my heart. He
is gliding around my bathroom, light on his feet.

Just when I think, he couldn’t get any
better. Add good singer and dancer to the exponentially growing
list.

The instrumental middle starts and he smiles.
Walking over to me, he reaches out his hand, I take it into mine,
and he pulls me to stand inside the tub and climbs in with me.
Placing hands on my hips, and mine on his shoulders he sways with
me in the water. Never breaking eye contact, my insides turning
into mush.

God, he’s perfect.
“In other words, in other words
I love...
You—” he quickly kisses me on the lips and dips me over his knee. I
squeal with laughter and he snaps me back up into his arms and
holds my wet body tightly against his.

“I love you.” He kisses my cheek.

Trying to catch my breath and steady my
pounding heart, I smile so wide my cheeks are starting to ache.

“I love you too, honey.” I kiss his chin.

Another Sinatra song fills the bathroom and
he begins to dance with me in the water.

“This is my kind of music.” He states moving
his hands from my hips to my butt, and gliding a finger down my
crevasse, resting on my rosette.

“Really? I thought...” Oh God… A finger slips
inside, breaking me of my thought, and I convulse in his arms.
Biting my lip and holding onto his shoulders so my legs don’t give
out.

“You were saying.” I can’t see his face, but
I can hear the amusement in his dark voice. He knows this feels
good,
too good
.

“I was…” Sweet Jesus! He pushes my pleasure
button and I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming and waking
Emma up.

“Yes? Angel?”

This butthole, I can’t believe he is doing
this to me. What a hot seductive jerk.

“You think this is…oh Jesus… Gage… Damn… Oh
God… Please…stop…” I can barely stand. My eyes roll back into my
head, as my body starts to quake uncontrollably with each shallow
finger thrust. He’s pulling me under, deeper and deeper into that
world. The world he likes to hold me captive. A world where it only
involves him and the naughty, pleasure-filled things he does to me.
The highest state of arousal I’ve ever imagined. Where I can’t
breathe, I can’t see straight and my body relinquishes itself to
the onslaught of his most delectable desires.

“I think you’re about to lose your balance,
Angel. Here.” He removes his finger and bends down, sweeping me
into his arms and stepping out of the tub onto my brown memory foam
bathmat.

Carrying me to the vanity, he sets me down;
resting my back against my mirror, he opens my legs up far, scoots
my bottom to the edge of the countertop and probes my needy hole
with the head of his cock.

“I need lube.” He states, I can barely hear
him. I’m already floating.

“Lube.” He reiterates.

Idly, I point to the cupboard across from the
sink and he takes my cue, going over and finding the bottle of
lube, that I don’t think I’ve ever used. Slicking up his iron rod,
he uses two fingers to gently apply lube to the rim of my hole.

“Now, Gage. I need you inside. I’m
falling,”

“I know, I pushed you a little too hard to
fast, I should have waited.”

I shake my head, lulling my head forward my
chin on my chest, I watch as his hand holds lady and a thick meaty
head starts to enter me. It doesn’t hurt, not like last night. It
feels wonderful to have him stretching me, filling me, hitting all
of the most sensitive spots inside.