Make Me Soar (33 page)

Oh hell
.
Don’t get ahead of yourself here
.

Oh, but it was a lovely thought.

D
ORIAN
HEARD
the sound of the front door closing as he climbed out of the shower. All evening he hadn’t been able to get the idea of Alan at the club out of his head.

Why has he gone there?

Not that it required too much effort to come up with an answer—Alan was avoiding him.

The realization weighed heavily upon him. Ever since he’d spoken with Alex, Dorian had found himself looking at Alan differently. There was no use denying the attraction he’d felt before Berlin, but the last few weeks had added a whole new dimension. And the past couple of days had really brought home to him how much Alan affected him, physically and mentally. Cooking dinner together, washing the dishes, little mundane tasks that they’d shared—
everything
felt different when there was no gentle hand on his back, no soft brush of Alan’s lips on Dorian’s forehead as they passed each other. And as for the nights…. Dorian climbed into his makeshift bed while Alan was only a few feet away, but the distance between them seemed insurmountable.

God, I miss him….

Dorian dried himself off with a towel and then fastened it around his hips. His cock cage sat by the washbasin, already cleaned and ready for the following day. He’d worn it every day. Alan hadn’t said a word about it, but Dorian hoped the sight of it pleased his Dom. With no words but with everything he did, every task he performed, every gesture, every glance, Dorian was crying out to Alan—
forgive me
.

He could only hope that Alan heard him.

The light sound of Alan’s feet on the stairs made his heart beat faster. Dorian opened the bathroom door to find Alan standing outside, almost as if he’d been waiting for him. He was dressed in his black shirt and jeans, his feet bare, which for some reason sent a shiver through Dorian.

“Good evening, Sir.” He gave Alan a nod and then went toward his own bedroom to finish getting ready for bed.

All the breath left his body when Alan grabbed him around his upper arms and pushed him against the wall, covering Dorian with his body. Heat poured off him. His eyes burned into Dorian, sending a hot rush of desire pulsing through him, filling him from head to toe.

Dorian couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He stared into those blue eyes and swallowed hard. “Sir?” Then his cock filled when Alan took hold of his hands and lifted them above Dorian’s head, pinning them against the wall with his hand tight around Dorian’s wrists.

“Want you,” Alan growled, and then his mouth descended on Dorian’s in a kiss that was pure hunger.

Dorian tried to drag air into his lungs, but fuck, it was difficult when Alan kissed him like that, teeth scraping, tongue fucking his mouth, the kiss wet and hot and totally addictive. His breath was pushed out of him in a loud groan, swallowed up by Alan’s mouth as he devoured Dorian, Alan’s fingers going straight to his nipple to twist the fleshy nub. Alan pressed his lean body against Dorian, grinding his dick against him, its heat and hardness obvious even through his jeans. Dorian moaned and tried to push back, but Alan’s weight had him pinned to the wall, that large hand still holding his wrists prisoner while the other stroked over his chest and belly, heading lower, forcing itself between their bodies. When he cupped Dorian’s balls and cock through the towel and squeezed, Dorian gave a harsh cry and surrendered himself to the sensual onslaught.

No words came from Alan’s lips, only sounds full of heat and passion, and
fuck
, that was sexy. Dorian whimpered when Alan sucked his tongue and bit gently at his already swollen lips, the kiss all consuming.

Alan broke free with a gasp, his chest heaving, eyes on fire. He tugged the towel from Dorian’s hips, dropped it to the floor, and lifted him bodily into his arms, those large hands cupping his arse. Dorian locked his arms around Alan’s neck and clung to him as he was carried into Alan’s bedroom, legs wrapping around Alan’s hard body. He was panting, his fingers aching to touch Alan’s bare flesh, shudders rippling through him.

Alan laid him on the bed and then lowered himself to lie on top of him, hips slowly rocking as he ground his dick against Dorian’s rigid shaft. He propped himself up on his hands, arms locked, his gaze never leaving Dorian, lips parted and shining with saliva. Dorian reached up to unbutton Alan’s black shirt but caught his breath when Alan grabbed his hands and pressed them into the pillow on either side of Dorian’s head, his own breathing rapid, skin flushed. Dorian shivered and nodded, the message clear as anything. Alan’s gaze held approval.

He rose to his knees and straddled Dorian’s body before slowly,
so
slowly, freeing the buttons on his shirt, giving Dorian tantalizing glimpses of that wide furred chest and bronze nipples. Dorian’s hands tingled, the need stronger than ever to touch that gorgeous flesh, but he resisted, keeping them by his head. Alan slipped the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. Dorian’s breathing quickened when he undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zip, revealing black briefs that clung to an erect dick, its head peeking above the waistband, the fabric damp with precome. Dorian licked his lips, already anticipating the taste of that sweetness.

Alan grinned, his eyes gleaming wickedly. Dorian could only stare upward as he stood on the bed, towering above him while he eased the jeans and briefs down over his hips, his cock bouncing to attention, jutting out from his body, thick and long. Alan pushed his clothing down to his ankles and stepped out of it, then kicked it off the bed, still grinning. Dorian held his breath when Alan inserted his foot between Dorian’s thighs and pushed, spreading him, before kneeling between his legs.

Oh fuck
. Dorian’s hole tightened in anticipation. Alan was finally going to fuck him. He ran his tongue over swollen lips, his chest rising and falling.

Alan stretched out on top of him, his heated flesh coming into contact with Dorian’s as he laced his fingers through Dorian’s and slowly brought their lips together in a kiss that was definitely
not
what he’d expected. It was slow, teasingly so, Alan’s tongue exploring him leisurely while he moved against him, body undulating in a slow wave that made Dorian’s heart beat faster still. Dorian moaned into the kiss, his body mirroring Alan’s, moving with him. Alan slid warm lips over his jaw, licking it, before nuzzling into his neck, kissing and sucking the skin there.

Dorian shivered as Alan’s rough cheek grazed his neck. His fingers tightened around Alan’s, and he arched his back when the Dom sucked harder at the skin. There would be a bruise to mark the spot—Alan’s mark on him. He trembled at the thought, and his skin broke out in goose bumps. He could feel the brush of Alan’s chest hair against his smooth skin, the rasp of coarse pubic hair against his own, the slide of that bare cock over his, hot and hard.

Then Alan released Dorian’s hands and moved his head lower until his tongue fluttered against Dorian’s nipple, teasing it. Dorian wanted to scream. He clutched the pillowcase in clenched fists, his body trembling beneath Alan. He knew what was coming,
ached
for it, but never had sex been preceded by this sensual, erotic body worship, his nerve endings on fire. Alan stroked his thigh and kissed down the sparse trail of hair that led from his navel to the dip between his hips. Dorian strained his head upward to watch as Alan licked in a slow line from his balls to the flared head of his cock before dipping his head to engulf it in a hot, wet mouth.

Dorian arched, mouth open in a loud gasp, pushing his dick deeper. Alan grinned around his cock and pulled the skin taut. He ran his tongue over the head again and again, teasing the slit, flicking at the ridge, until Dorian wanted to explode. His shaft ached, and his hole clenched and released when Alan tugged gently at the loose sac with his teeth, the small flare of pain heightening Dorian’s senses. Alan licked at the thick vein under the silken skin while his hand slowly stroked up and down the shaft, adding a twist each time he neared the head.

Dorian let out a wordless grunt, his fingers wound tighter in the brushed cotton pillowcase. This was exquisite torture, which came to an abrupt end when Alan sat up and leaned toward the cabinet beside the bed. Dorian lay there breathless, focused on every movement. When Alan reached into the drawer and brought out a bottle of lube and a square of foil, Dorian’s chest grew tight and the hairs on his arms stood on end. The air crackled with sexual tension.

Alan laid the condom on the bed and then popped the lid on the bottle. He squeezed a couple of drops of the viscous liquid onto his fingers. Dorian’s belly did a nervous little flip-flop as Alan lay by his side, leaning over him to kiss him softly on the lips, tongue stroking in and out of his mouth, slow and easy. Dorian slid his tongue against Alan’s, breathing in the spicy, warm scent that emanated from Alan’s skin. His breathing quickened when Alan moved his hand over Dorian’s balls, tracing over the delicate skin to his hole. He spread his legs wide, eager for Alan’s touch, that first erotic intrusion which held the promise of Alan’s cock.

Alan sucked at Dorian’s tongue while he slowly sank his finger into him, making Dorian cry out, the sound lost when Alan deepened the kiss. Dorian couldn’t keep still. He pushed down on that finger, chasing it, wanting it—wanting
more
. The erotically charged silence in the room only added to his white-hot desire. There was no need for words; their bodies were doing all the talking.

Alan pulled free of the kiss, and there was that wicked grin as he slid another finger into Dorian, making him groan, his channel stretching to accommodate them. Alan was in no hurry. He stroked in and out of Dorian while he kissed, licked, and sucked his dick. Dorian bit back his groan of frustration, his body taut with anticipation, cock hard and wanting. That leisurely stroking was driving him crazy. Alan dragged his tongue from root to tip, a satisfied little smile on his face, the proverbial cat. When he crooked his fingers inside Dorian to brush over his gland, Dorian was suddenly at breaking point.

“For God’s sake, Sir,
please
!”

T
HE
STRAIN
in Dorian was all too evident.

Alan sat up, pulling his fingers free of Dorian’s heat, and picked up the condom. Dorian was shaking, his breath coming in staccato bursts, his gaze never leaving Alan. His rigid dick twitched, a puddle of precome pooled beneath the head. Alan tore open the foil and quickly removed the lubricated rolled latex. He kept his eyes fixed on Dorian while he covered his aching cock, his whole body straining at the idea of just
taking
him in one long thrust. Alan took a moment to breathe deeply, anxiously trying to achieve a calm he didn’t feel. He’d left the club, planning a scene in his head, but all he came up with was Dorian. The way he looked. The way he smelled. The taste of him. The way he felt under Alan.

Fuck, he missed that.

It was then that the words of his friends Leo and Thomas had really hit home.

All the way home from the club, his desire had been building, until lust consumed him that moment when Dorian stepped out of the bathroom. Jolts of desire rocketed down his spine and into his balls, and Alan was lost in a fog of hunger. The next thing he knew, his lips were on Dorian’s, he’d pinned his hands above his head, and he was tasting him,
feeling
him, his scent filling Alan’s senses.

God, it was so good.

Alan placed his hands on Dorian’s thighs, forcing himself to control his libido. He was about ready to explode. Tremors shook Dorian’s body, his chest and cheeks flushed. The anxious little whine that escaped him was music to Alan’s ears. He spread Dorian’s thighs wide, pushing his knees toward his chest. Dorian grabbed hold, eyes fixed on Alan as if to ask permission. Alan nodded once and then looked down to where Dorian’s entrance contracted and relaxed, pink and glistening with lube. Alan slicked up his shaft and shifted until the head was pressing against his hole. Dorian was breathing heavily, his pupils blown, teeth worrying his full lower lip.

Fuck, the sight of him….

Alan couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed inside him, one long, maddeningly slow thrust, Dorian’s body pulling him in, clinging to his cock. He forgot to breathe as the sensation threatened to overwhelm him. Hot, sweet heat surrounded his dick, every inch of that channel tight around it, forcing him to move slowly. He placed his hands on Dorian’s thighs, feeling the flesh quiver beneath his fingertips while he eased out of him, keeping the movement slow, so slow. His gaze was focused on their connection, the skin stretched tight around his cock as he stroked it in and out of Dorian’s body.

Dorian’s moan contained a touch of impatience, and he tried to push up, but Alan held him firm, thrusting slowly into him and pulling out at the same unhurried pace. He gazed at Dorian and grinned.