Take What You Want (13 page)

Chase pressed into Alex's
hold, deliberately rubbing himself against Alex's stomach. Their
kiss deepened, tongues probing to taste and explore.

“
Come
on me,” Alex said. “I want to feel you let go.”

Every muscle in Chase
tightened. He stood still, his eyes holding onto Alex's heated gaze,
his breath coming hard and fast against Alex's half-open mouth. The
one remaining motion was Alex's fist firmly sliding back and forth
over his aching cock. Chase's fingers drug into the muscle of Alex's
shoulders.

“
I
can't hold off,” Chase whispered.

“
I
don't want you to,” Alex said.

He saw the spiral of light
swirl behind his eyes, momentarily blinding him, and then the rush of
orgasm lifted his balls and squeezed, sending out slivers of pleasure
straight up through his gut and clenched his chest. He threw his
head back and groaned loudly, shooting off between them and bathing
each of their stomachs with thread after thread of his release.

His chest heaved; eyes still
closed, slowly trying to regain his composure. When his head finally
lifted and his focus returned to Alex, he saw Alex licking his sticky
fingers.

“
Nicely
done,” Alex said, a lop-sided smile pulling his lips up on one
side. “Follow me, I'll get a towel from the cabana and clean
us up.”

Chase could hardly move his
legs forward, but somehow managed to walk behind Alex, as he he'd
asked him to. He felt drunk; each step a staggering attempt at
walking. His mind was awash with new sensations – and doubt.
Yes, there was a boat load of doubt bubbling inside his head, no
matter how badly he wanted to tamp it down. Why was he doing this?
Why did it have to feel so fucking good and how in the hell would he
explain it to Danni?

He was standing there in
place with his eyes closed in deep thought when Alex appeared from
the outside bathroom carrying two pool towels and a wet hand towel.

“
You
look like you're in shock,” Alex said. He took a seat on the
double-wide lounge chair, which looked more like a bed with a slight
incline at the headboard. He reached out and gripped onto Chase's
hips, gently tugging him closer. Satisfied with the new position, he
looked up at Chase. “Are you okay?” Alex asked.

Chase glanced down at Alex.
He watched him drag his fingers through the smeared come on his
stomach and bring them to his mouth for another taste. The visual
had Chase hardening all over again and that made him grateful he had
taken the time to pull his bathing suit back up over his hips so Alex
wouldn't see how effected he was by his touch. He expected to feel
the wetness of the hand towel swipe across his stomach, not the press
of Alex's mouth and the warm swirl of his tongue as it sliced through
the come. The whiskers around Alex's mouth made the nerve endings on
Chase's belly spark with every spot he touched.

Chase felt his knees go
weak. “Jesus, Alex,” he sighed. “What are you
doing to me?”

A heartbeat later, Chase
felt his bathing suit glide down his thighs and pool around his
ankles. He stood before Alex now completely naked; his fully erect
cock pulsing against Alex's throat, and still the man's mouth slowly
traversed his belly. Never had he been so ready to come again this
quickly after an orgasm as intense as the one he'd had only a few
minutes ago.

Chase set his hand on the
back of Alex's head and threaded his fingers through the long, soft
strands. He moaned, as Alex's mouth shifted lower, his chin rubbing
into Chase's pubic hair; the thick shaft of his cock almost level
with Alex's cheek.

Alex
turned his head and ran his face along the side of Chase's cock.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his eyes lifting to
look at Chase.

Chase shifted nervously
where he stood.

“
Say
it,” Alex said, his fingers fanning over the corded muscles in
Chase's thighs.

“
Suck
me,” Chase finally said.

“
Spoken
like a true top,” Alex said. He rolled over on the lounge,
making room for Chase beside him, then patted the cushion. “Come,
here,” Alex said, and drew Chase to him. He pushed his fingers
through Chase's hair, then skimmed the pads over his face, before
slipping behind his neck to pull him to his mouth.

Chase
opened to him, sucking Alex's tongue inside. He could taste the
salty tang of himself on Alex and it made him flush with heat. It
also aroused him beyond belief. He had tasted himself before while
jerking-off and also inside Danni's mouth after a blow-job, but never
in his wildest fantasies had he imagined doing so from another man's
tongue. It was crazy good, better than he had expected, and he
wanted a whole lot more.

Alex released Chase's mouth
and kissed his way down his chest, across his stomach, then pressed
soft kisses over Chase's hip bone and worked in toward the enormous
erection jutting straight up from Chase's groin.

Chase let out a drawn-out
moan, as soon as he felt Alex's tongue run the long length of him;
his tongue circling the wide tip. The sensual feelings washing over
him nearly had him out of his mind with lust. He lifted up and
watched Alex take him into his mouth. The ends of his soft hair
brushed his skin and felt like a caress. Alex slid another inch
inside the warmth of his mouth, the tongue stroked the underside, his
hand cupped Chase's ball sac, then gently rolled it around.

Chase's breath caught
sharply, sounding like he was choking. Alex looked up at him,
waiting for affirmation before he continued. “This is so
good,” Chase said on a long exhale.

Alex smiled around Chase's
cock and pushed more of it into the back of his throat. Danni was
never able to take that much of him in her mouth, but Alex seemed to
take it all without any effort at all, and seemingly loved every inch
of it, too.

“
You're
gonna make me come again,” Chase said.

“
I
sure hope so,” Alex said, momentarily pulling off Chase.

Alex's
fingers curled around Chase's ball sac and massaged, then slid lower
to the perineum and rubbed. Ever so slightly he inched deeper into
the warmth of Chase's crease. He licked two of his fingers, then
moved back into Chase's crease. He found the puckered indent and
applied a light pressure and slowly eased inside. The tight ring of
muscle contracted, then relaxed, allowing Alex to slip his finger in
a little deeper.

Chase moaned. He opened his
legs wider, wanting this pleasure to sweep over him like he needed
his next breath. His skin began to sweat, his hips tried to lift off
the cushion to fuck Alex's mouth but Alex's steady hand held him in
place.

“
Easy,”
Alex said. “You don't want to rush this.”

Alex was right. Chase
didn't want this to end. Ever. It felt too damn good. He tipped
his head to look down at Alex and saw his cock sliding between the
tight suction of Alex's lips. The finger working deeper into his
ass, the wet heat surrounding his shaft; it was too much. Alex
changed the angle of his finger and pressed against something inside.
His manipulations were precise, as were the strokes of tongue on his
cock, and Chase thought the top of his head blew open. The pleasure
ripped through him so fast he couldn't stop it, couldn't get ahead of
it, and he felt everything he had explode through the tip of his cock
and straight into Alex's eager mouth.

“
Holy
fuck!” Chase said. He arched off the cushion, pushing himself
further into Alex's throat. The orgasm seemed endless, rolling from
his body in spurts so intense he thought he'd lose consciousness and
Alex took it all, never losing the hold he had on Chase.

When Chase stilled from the
final spasm, Alex let him slip from his mouth and moved up to lay
beside him. He leaned in brushing his lips against Chase's. “Did
you like it?” he asked.

Chase smiled against Alex's
mouth. “It's never felt like that,” he said. He opened
wider and let Alex's tongue slip inside his mouth. He could taste
himself there and the idea his cock had just been against Alex's
tongue made him quiver.

Alex pressed himself tighter
to Chase and deepened the kiss. Their tongues circling, stroking,
probing. The solid length of Alex's cock firmly pressed into Chase's
hip and rubbed.

Chase's fingers ran down
Alex's bare chest. His warm skin was covered with soft hair and a
thin layer of sweat. “What should I do for you?”

“
You're
a top, Chase. Take what you want,” Alex said. “Chances
are I'll love it.”

“
How
can I be a … top, when I have no clue what I'm doing?”

“
You
know exactly what you're doing – and what you want,” Alex
said. “You're just unfamiliar with taking it.”

Chase thought about Alex's
comment for a moment. His hand continued to rub light circle
patterns over Alex's pectorals. His eyes followed the movement of
his fingers, then his gaze dropped lower to Alex's groin. He could
see his cock tenting the front of his bathing suit.

“
Go
ahead,” Alex urged. “Take what you want.” The
hand he had resting at Chase's nape gave a slight tug.

Chase dropped lower, his
mouth hovered over Alex's. He nipped at Alex's bottom lip, then his
tongue swirled inside. “I want to suck you,” he said,
his lips brushing against Alex's.

Alex moaned his appreciation
of the idea. “You're in luck,” he said in a raspy voice,
“Because I happen to love having my cock sucked.” Alex
rolled onto this back and pushed the bathing suit from his hips, then
kicked the garment off his feet.

Chase's
eyes grew wide at the sight of Alex completely naked to him and this
time close enough to touch. God, how he wanted to touch! His hand
had an uneasy tremor to it, as he reached for Alex's stomach. Soon
as his fingers made contact, Alex drew in a sharp breath and his cock
lurched off his stomach.

The ring of a cell phone
broke the stillness around the pool area. Chase's gaze lifted to
Alex's eyes.

“
They
can leave a message,” Alex said.

Chase nodded and fanned his
fingers through the light dusting of hair covering Alex's muscled
stomach. He leaned forward and pressed his cheek to Alex's chest.
He could hear Alex's heart thudding wildly beneath his ear. The
thought it was his touch causing Alex to react like this urged Chase
to follow his need to know this man – completely.

Again, the phone rang on top
of the table. Chase lifted his head. “Maybe you should see
who it is,” Chase said. “It might be important.”

“
Doubtful,”
Alex said.

Chase sat up and Alex cursed
loudly, as he rolled off the lounge chair. He stalked across the
patio and grabbed his phone.

“
This
better be fucking good,” Alex said.

“
Did
I catch you in the middle of something?” Wheland asked.

Alex
drew in a deep breath at the familiar sound of his friend's voice.
He and Wheland went as far back as Alex could remember. As kids,
they played in the same garage band, then as they became more
talented, they went on to form what would become Ivory Tower.
Together they had achieved success beyond their wildest childhood
dreams and made more money than they ever thought possible. And,
every time their band finished a tour, it was Wheland and Alex that
came together to write new music. Each were the positive influence
the other needed to flourish professionally and personally.

“
Yeah,
you did,” Alex said. “Quickly state your business, so I
can get back to what I was doing.”

“
You
mean,
who
you were doing?” Wheland asked.

“
Spit
it out,” Alex warned.

“
Dude,
dudette or both?” Wheland pushed.

“
Dude,”
Alex said. “Now, what the fuck do you want?”

Wheland laughed, a rich
throaty rumble that relaxed the tension in Alex's shoulders.

“
I
called to tell you we'll be leaving LAX later on tonight,”
Wheland said. “That puts us on your coast sometime tomorrow
morning. Think you'll be done with your
dude
by then? It'd be nice if you could pick up your guests at the
airport.”

“
Who's
coming with you?” Alex asked.