Chapter 8

I didn’t know what got to me; maybe it was curiosity, but I lowered myself to my knees and let my hands rest on the fly of his pants.

“Open it.” Alex instructed in a husky voice, so authoritative that I was opening the zip of his pants. I didn’t need any other instructions because I reached inside his pants and held his member.

The organ jerked in my hand, and I smiled, looking up at him through my lashes. “You like it that much.”

“Shut up and suck.” He growled at me; his fingers were in my hair, weaving his hands through it. I pulled out the cock in my hands and looked at it, my mouth slightly opening in anticipation.

He was already hard, and the head jutted forward with a bead of pre-cum on it. I reached a finger and rubbed the sticky fluid over the bulbous head, loving his sharp intake of breath.

My other hands enveloped his thick length, so smooth yet so hard and veiny. He was a solid 6 inches, and he made up the rest in girth.

I looked at it intently, conveying my desires through