The Hots (mxm)

74. Hot ↗ Hotter ↗ On Fire🔥(Alec)

   [xxx - mature content warning]

   [Please note that the chapter contains explicit scenes. You can skip it and still be in line with the plot.]

   I am lying face down, squeezing the sheets in my clenched fists and repeating this for a hundredth time in my head, still unable to believe it.

   My birth name is Alexandros Papatonis. The name my adoptive parents gave me was Alexander Kamiński. I am twenty-five years old and have suffered from a severe form of post-traumatic, body dysmorphic disorder for the last fifteen of them. I had never fallen in love, kissed a girl or a boy, or taken my clothes off for anyone to see until a month ago. It didn't bother me. I had convinced myself and fully accepted the delusion of not needing all those things. I am a chef. Cooking, family, and friends were enough to make my life complete. That was what I thought, at least. And then I got a new job at a popular pub. I saw the man on the very first day. He was tall, muscular, constantly frowning, and terribly hard to approach. His arms were covered in tattoos. His impressive pecks were always outlined under his fitted shirts. It was almost surreal every time he directed the most amazing green eyes in the world at me. He was scary, gorgeous, unreachable, and paid zero attention to me for a whole year. That was the time when I started dreaming of the impossible without even realizing it. I must have been totally out of my mind to go for it. My best friend, Danny, had no doubts about it. And yet I did it. I made Sam see me for who I really was, reckless, self-conscious, and a true disaster sometimes, but full of so much love to give. I had been saving it all for him, as if I knew I was going to meet him one day. He decided to accept it. Here I am now, naked, afraid, ready to take the last step and give everything to the man I love...

   "Stop it!" Sam's voice comes directly into my ear, making me jump in surprise. He laughs softly and removes the stray strands from my face. "You are analyzing too much as usual. I can almost hear your thoughts. Relax. This should be fun. It's not rocket science. There is nothing complicated about it. Just you and me making love. Let go! Your fingers will start to hurt."

   He leans down and begins to kiss them gently until I open my fist and release the clasped fabric.

   "Sorry, I am a little nervous," I mutter. "I've never believed this would happen to me..."

   "Cute." Sam chuckles. "Neither have I."

   "What do you mean?" I try to peek at him, but he lies down on top of me, leaning on his elbows, so that he doesn't crush me under his weight, making it impossible for me to turn around.

   "I'll tell you some other time. Focus on the game," he commands. "No more overthinking. You have the right to use two words only. Don't try to trick me because I'll find out soon enough. Let's hear it. Hot or cold?"

   "Hot," I instantly hiss when he licks along my nape.

   "That was fast," he laughs, burying his face in my hair. "How about this?"

   His tongue follows my jawline and slides into my ear. He lowers his body. I can feel every single spot where his firm muscles touch my flushed skin. His erection rests on the small of my back. I moan. The feeling of being trapped under someone, twice as big and strong as me, but heartwarmingly tender, is unique. I feel weak in a strange, delightful way, cherished and protected. And it's so arousing that my breathing goes crazy.

   "Ohhh... Fuck!" I yelp when he sucks my earlobe in his mouth. My cock definitely considers whatever Sam does hot as blue blazes. It is twitching and leaking, desperate for his attention. I can't disagree. Lying under my tattooed, turned on, stark naked man is my new favorite thing. I love how tough my Teddy Bear is.

   "Nope," he rasps. "Wrong answer. Maybe, this will make you use the correct word."

   His lips trace my shoulder blade and move down my spine, stopping for a searing kiss every few inches. I am trying to stay still, but my body does not obey my will. I arch my back against him, seeking more contact. My legs are trembling at the incredible sensation of his long, powerful thighs, caressing mine in a sensual dance. I am completely conquered and it is the best feeling ever.

   "Hmm, I hear absolutely nothing but your sexy moans, Peppercorn," Sam groans, placing a kiss right above my butt crack. I whimper loudly and reach back to grasp his forearm and pull him closer. I do want to speak. The problem is that saying an articulate word is so hard when he is licking persistently the area between my hips and biting in dangerous proximity to the hidden treasure. I have almost given in, but still can't quite get over the shyness. Not that we haven't done a lot. It's just that the last boundary I need to overcome is not an easy one. Sam sighs deeply, "Hmm, what shall I do? Don't get me wrong, babe. I'm not complaining. You sound tantalizing and look breathtaking. But if you leave me to fend for myself, how can I be sure I'm going in the right direction? I think, I better change it. It's probably cold down here."

   He starts kissing my side, following the outlines of the ribs as I finally manage to mewl, "Hot! Oh, God! Sam, it's so damn hot. Go on... ugh...Go back!"

   "Happy to know it, babe," he says slyly. "To be honest, though, I'm still a bit confused. Shall I move up or down? I really have no clue. It would be great if you could help me some more."

   "Saaam," I whine. "Don't tease."

   "Me?" he says innocently, squeezing hard my butt with both hands. "I would never. I'm more than serious when I tell you that you have the finest piece of ass I've ever seen. How about here?"

   "Aaah... hot," I sob. "Just don't stop. Please, don't."

   "Aww, how can I refuse anything my Peppercorn asks?" Sam coos. He grips my calves and pushes my legs apart. The next moment his mouth is right there, on my most intimate spot. It is only a quick kiss, but it makes me melt like ice cream on a hot summer day. He pulls away and mumbles hoarsely, "Still hot?"

   "No," I barely pant out. "This is much, much hotter."

   "You are damn right, babe. It is." He licks a sizzling path from my taint, all along the sensitive, throbbing skin between my butt cheeks, swirling his tongue around my entrance, and up to the sacrum. The lewd, high-pitched moan it evokes surprises us both. His chin rests on my waist. "Oh, Lord! I need to catch my breath for a second. You're killing me, Alec. Do you have any idea what a temptation you are? I wonder, how come you didn't use 'cold' even once?"

   "How could I do it, Sam, when everything in me is on fire?" I reach back and take his hand. "Thank you for being so patient."

   "I wouldn't claim that," he shakes his head. "But I'm glad it was the right pace for you. Does that mean you're ready for more?"

   "Who told you to stop, big boy?" I smile. "Didn't I say exactly the opposite? Bring it on."

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