Attachment Strings by Chris T. Kat Page A

stop and was about to ask him, but first I reached out with my hands to brush away his hair. Huskily, he said, “I’d like that.”
    Like what? Oh. Next time . Freudian slip much, huh? I cleared my throat. To my utmost surprise, I heard myself saying, “Me too.”
    I must have gone crazy due to hormonal overload.
    “You don’t look convinced,” Alex stated.
    “Neither do you.”
    Color rose in his cheeks. His gaze danced away from my face and darted around the room for a few seconds. Did he even know how much this gesture gave him away? His nonchalant act was almost cute when he said, “Let’s skip that part and go back to what we were doing.”
    Two could play the game, so I quipped, “A man after my taste.”
    “Speaking of taste….”
    Alex crawled up on my body and nudged my lips with his cock. Without hesitation, I swallowed him whole, eliciting a yell from him. He braced his arms against the headboard and I watched his tendons strain, his veins pulsing visibly as I sucked him.
    Soon his legs began to tremble and he was cursing a blue streak above me. I wrapped one hand on the base of his shaft while playing with his balls with the other one. A tug at the sac had him lurching forward, almost choking me in the process.
    “Sorry,” he wheezed.
    I gave his cock a last lick, then ordered, “Lube.”
    He dove for his jeans, threw the strip with condoms on the bed, and uncapped the tube. I groaned when he curled himself up on his left side and slipped two fingers into his hole. Who would have thought that watching someone preparing himself could be so hot?
    As I watched him, I kept pushing into my own hand, tightening my grip more and more. I couldn’t bear watching him for long. I scooted down on the bed so my head was level with his groin and gently pulled his hand away. I replaced his fingers with mine and slowly fucked him. He groaned and writhed. I rubbed my nose into his pubic hair, sometimes licking a trail along his shaft and sometimes nibbling at the soft flesh of his inner thighs. He almost squealed at that.
    “Jeff,” he gasped out.
    “What do you want?”
    “You, inside me. Preferably within the next two seconds.”
    I chuckled. “Might take me a few more seconds.”
    “That’s torture and probably forbidden by law.”
    I pushed against his gland. Alex jerked and cried out. Frantically, his hands scrambled to get a hold on my hair. He tugged until I complied before he shoved a condom into my hand. I quirked an eyebrow. “You really want me to pull my fingers out from you to get that on?”
    He whimpered. He goddamn whimpered .
    My cock swelled and I had to fight against the heat that rolled through my body, heat that threatened to take me over much too early.
    Alex bent forward to kiss me. I could have drowned in the rightness of it all. His tongue flicked against mine and with that, ignited a blinding fire within me. His hands shook as he rolled the condom over my cock and I moaned into his mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good before.
    Alex shoved hard against my chest and I toppled on my back with an undignified yelp. There was no time to protest because Alex swung his leg over my waist, gripped my cock, and lowered himself onto my length with one swift move. I forgot to breathe and gulped in air when he pinched my nipples.
    “Oh fuck!”
    “That’s the idea.”
    “Smartass.”
    “New pet name? How endearing. Want me to find one for you, too?”
    “Shut up.”
    Alex laughed, then rocked back and forth in tantalizing, small circles. The tightness and the heat around my cock, the wanton look on Alex’s face—I memorized it all in detail. I bent my legs, gripped his hips, and thrust upwards. Alex yelled and threw back his head, exposing his throat and showing off his wildly pulsating carotid. Finding a steady rhythm, we filled the room with our grunts, moans, and sometimes hoarsely uttered pleas.
    I spiraled to completion too fast. I fought hard against the built-up heat but had to