The Hots (mxm)

20. Red Velvet (Alec)

   [xxx - mature content warning]

   "You want to pet it?" Sam smirks. "Look at this good boy. All dressed up for you."

   "Dressed up?" I squeak. "In a birthday suit? Did you actually plan this? Where's your underwear?"

   "Believe it or not, I forgot to put it on," Sam answers innocently. "I was so impatient to see you that it just slipped out of my mind."

   "You're lying," I roll my eyes.

   "Well, my dear Peppercorn," Sam lifts my chin with a finger. "We really have to talk about this eyes rolling thing. I warn you that there might be consequences if you keep challenging me."

   "Says the man with the bare... hmm... snake," I retort. If Sam thinks that he can intimidate me, then he is absolutely right. It doesn't mean that I'll let him know about this, though.

   "Cutie," he snorts, looking at me condescendingly. "This is exactly when I'm the most dangerous."

   He bends and pecks my lips. "So, what's your next move, dare-devil?"

   I peek at the monster. It is definitely awake, staring at me in all its glory. I inhale deeply and exhale slowly. I can do this! Just a little touch. I don't have to do anything else. It's like an introduction. Hello, Mister Monstrous Cock! Nice to meet you! I'm your master's boyfriend. I also think I love him, but I'm not ready to tell him yet. I'm not so sure about you, though. I honestly think that you are handsome. I'm also convinced that I'm crazy. Maybe, I should find a therapist as soon as possible.

   "Alec," Sam calls. "Are you alright?"

   "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask a bit too defensively.

   "You've been gazing and muttering something under your nose for quite some time," he smirks. "I really don't think you're ready for this. We better try again another time."

   Sam tries to button up his pants, but I grab his hands. There's no way that I'm giving up.

   I put my finger on the snake's tale and start sliding it along its body. Sam gasps but stays relaxed and does not move a muscle. His skin is warm, very warm, and smooth. I move further down his thigh and then up to the base of his penis. I hesitate. I'm not afraid to touch him, just awed by the fact that I'm about to do something that I've never ever thought possible.

   Suddenly, I am all hot and flustered. I want to feel him in my hand. No, I desperately need it. My fingers wrap around him, and the heat of his firm flesh radiates through me, leaving me breathless. I move my hand up and down. Sam's throaty moan resonates in my entire body. I want him. I have no idea what exactly this means or whether I will ever get it, but I know that I am not able to live without it.

   My fingers trace the tip. My palm gets wet and slippery. It drives me insane. I bite my lip to stop the whimpers. How come I touch him, but I feel like it is the other way around?

   "It's ok, babe. You proved that you were fearless. You can stop now," Sam gently says, cupping my cheeks. He is probably taking my reaction for a sign of distress.

   I shake my head. "I do not want to stop. I want to do more. Sam, please, tell me how..."

   "You're doing great, babe," he huskily utters. "There are no rules. Just keep moving the way you like."

   I part my lips to welcome his tongue and loudly whimper when it claims mine without hesitation. Our mouths mold in perfect sync. My hand moves faster and faster. I can literally taste Sam's moans as if the sounds he spills are made of bitter, dark chocolate, mixed with brown sugar and rich peanut butter.

   I want to feel his pleasure. I know exactly where and how to touch him to provoke the strongest reaction just in a few minutes. My thumb plays with the small steel barbell when my hand slides up. I tug it lightly when I move down. Sam bites my lips every time. His body tenses. He buries his face in my hair. His heavy breathing in my ear raises goosebumps all over my skin.

   I love the sense of control. I can squeeze and make him hiss or slide my tongue on his and make him say my name. He's like dough in my hands. I can craft his sensations. It's amazing. I can't wait to bring him over the edge, impatient to learn what the taste of his climax is.

   "Alec, I'm going to come," Sam mewls and bites harshly my shoulder.

   "Yes, please, come!" I breathe out.

   His thighs are shaking. His body tenses and strong jets of hot liquid hit my chest. I keep touching him until he releases a deep groan and flops back on the sofa, panting heavily.

   "Peppercorn, are you sure that you're doing this for the first time. You nearly killed me," he grins, barely catching his breath. His gaze falls on my chest, and his eyes widen. "Oh, your shirt! I'm sorry!"

   I am staring at him and still can not utter a word.

   "Alec, say something," Sam insists, slightly worried.

   "Buttermilk, cream cheese, vinegar, and cocoa powder," I finally blurt.

   "What?" he asks, puzzled.

   "Your orgasm is like a red velvet cake," I beam. "It's my favorite."

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