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"Dusty."
Dusty's eyes snapped up at the stern tone he heard in Alexander's voice. He
just couldn't not look at the man. His voice was so commanding that it sent
shivers of delight right down Dusty's body to the very bottoms of his feet.
"Yes, sir?" he whispered.
"Bend forward and let me look at your head."
Despite his protest of a moment ago, Dusty found himself bending forward. He
winced when Alexander's fingers probed the tender bump on the back of his
head. It wasn't the first bump he had received and no doubt, it would not be
the last.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. There's no bleeding, just a bump," Alexander
said. "I think an ice pack should do the trick."
"Thank you, sir." Dusty felt Alexander's hand under his chin, lifting his face
up. He hesitantly raised his eyes to meet Alexander's. Wow, he was so close.
Dusty could feel Alexander's breath brush over his cheeks.
"You
can thank me by being more careful, Dusty."
"I
don't mean for these things to happen, sir," Dusty explained, feeling somewhat
desperate. "They just do. No matter how careful I am, they just happen."
"I
want you to do something for me, Dusty."
"Anything, sir."
"Close your eyes."
Dusty frowned for a moment and then slowly lowered his eyelids. He didn't know
what he expected but it certainly wasn't the feeling of Alexander's lips
pressing against his. Dusty inhaled sharply and jerked back, his eyes snapping
open.
"Sir?"
"Close your eyes, Dusty."
Dusty's eyes felt like they were so wide that he wouldn't be able to close
them. But he tried, slowly lowering them again. He waited, hoping, praying,
and crossing his fingers and his toes.
And
there it was.
Dusty groaned loudly when he felt the gentle swipe of Alexander's tongue lick
at the seam of his lips.
Hot
doggies!
Alexander Sheffield, the sexiest man ever to live, was kissing him. Dusty
eagerly opened his mouth when he felt Alexander's tongue press against his
lips as if asking for acceptance. He'd accept anything the man did to him.
With
bells on.
Dusty's body began to shake when Alexander's mouth slanted over him and the
man's tongue delved inside Dusty's mouth, exploring, conquering. Oh, purple
twinkies, could that man kiss. Dusty curled his toes when he felt Alexander's
hand fist in his hair.
Dusty's body ached, from the top of his head to his toes. He felt like he was
one big orgasm waiting to happen. His cock was threatening to break through
the seam of his jeans and erupt if the kiss continued too much longer. No one
had ever kissed Dusty like this.
When
Dusty felt Alexander's hand press against his hard cock through his jeans,
that was all she wrote. Dusty cried out and arched into the air, pressing his
cock more firmly against Alexander's hand and gave freedom to the pleasure
sweeping through him.
He'd
be embarrassed that he had come from just a kiss later. Right now, he just
wanted to enjoy the feeling of Alexander squeezing his cock over and over
again as if the man was trying to prolong Dusty's orgasm.
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