Saving Alexander (22 page)

“So,” Sage murmured, shifting so that the covers dropped away and Alex could see his hardening erection. “You have to be where at what time?”

Alex glanced down at the state of Sage’s groin then looked at him in amusement. “I need to be with Alan and the team in an hour. So no, there’s not enough time for even a quickie.” He finished tying his tie and looked around the room. “Have you seen my wallet? I could swear I left it on the bedside table.”

“Sorry, no. You probably left it on the kitchen table when we came in and I took off all your clothes.” Sage’s voice was husky.

Alex grinned. “Oh, yes. When you
ripped
them off, you mean. That Ralph Lauren shirt is never going to be the same again. You tore the damn thing in your haste to get to my body.”

“Well, it’s a great body.” Sage’s hand reached down and stroked his cock through the sheet and Alex swallowed.

Sage grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me? It seems a shame to waste this.” He wiggled his hips suggestively and Alex’s eyes smouldered. Sage never grew tired of that look, the one that said Alex wanted to devour him bit by bit and lick up what was left.

“I can’t, Sage,” Alex whispered, mesmerised as he watched Sage’s slow palming of his groin above the sheet. “This is a pretty important meeting, about the next series of books and the marketing strategy. I have to be there.”

Sage shrugged, even as he reached down under the covers and closed his eyes as he grasped his dick in his hand and began tugging on it. Alex hitched a breath and moved slightly toward Sage. Then he stopped. “You are not going to do this to me today, you randy sod. Much as I’d like to.” He grinned and turned to leave the room.

Sage scowled. He so desperately needed to possess Alex again. “Do you say no to Eric as easily?”

Alex stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Sage. His face had paled. “Where the fuck did that come from?” His voice was tight and the eyes that just a minute ago had been flooded with heat were now ice cold.

Sage knew he was making things worse but his Black Irish was surfacing and he had a need to prolong the sense of frustration and fear he felt. “I just wondered if he was accommodating as me in being turned down.”

Alex gazed at Sage his face tense. “You’re being a spoilt brat, Sage. Christ, we made love this morning, now I have a business meeting and you’re feeling unloved? Is that what this is all about?”

“No, it’s not,” Sage spat out. “It’s about the fact I have to share you with someone else and it’s driving me fucking crazy. It’s all I can think about lately. Eric with his hands on you, touching you, being inside you.” His voice choked. “I hate it. I fucking hate it.”

Alex moved forward and sat on the bed beside Sage. Alex’s eyes were wet, his face stricken.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know this is difficult for you.” His voice was anguished and Sage felt a surge of guilt at his insecurities rising up now, when his lover had somewhere important to be. Alex reached over and took Sage’s hands, holding them both tight. “You have been the most patient man in the world. I couldn’t ask for more from you. All I’m asking is that you give me a little bit more time. Please.” He stood up prowling around the room like a caged animal. “I’m doing so well, it’s getting longer and longer between sessions, and I”—Alex swallowed—“At my next session I was even going to tell Eric no more sex, it was no longer required. I thought I’d be able to do that. I was going to see whether I could do it before I told you about it and got your hopes up.”

His face lit up. “I really think I can do this, Sage. What you and I have is so special, I can’t lose it. I can’t lose you, Sage.” Alex’s voice dropped to a whisper as a tear rolled down his cheek and at that, Sage’s anger melted like a popsicle in the sun. His need for an ultimatum vanished.

Sage stood up, naked, and moved over to Alex, drawing his tense body into his and burying his face in the side of Alex’s neck.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this right now, I’m a selfish son of a bitch.” He drew Alex’s trembling lips to his and kissed him deeply, tasting the salt on his skin. “You aren’t going to lose me. I’m here for you, that was my promise.” He huffed in frustration. “It’s just I really care for you and I want you for myself. Every last, sexy, beautiful bit of you.”

Sage felt Alex smile against his neck as he hugged him. “And I want that too, Sage. More than you’ll ever know. Just please bear with me a little longer.”

Sage nodded, held Alex tight and closed his eyes.

God, I love this man. I can’t lose him either.

The dawning realisation of that fact made Sage all warm and fuzzy inside. He hadn’t ever told Alex that and Alex hadn’t said the words either. But Sage knew them to be true. At least for him. He stepped back and wiped the tear tracks gently from Alex’s skin. “You’d better get off then before I ravish you.”

Alex’s beautiful eyes watched him in apprehension. “Are we okay?”

Sage sighed. “Yes, honey, we’re okay. More than okay. But if I stand here naked against you for much longer, all damn bets are off. As it is I’ll be wanking off in the shower, thinking of you.” Sage grinned and moved away from Alex’s warm body.

Alex leaned in and kissed his lips softly. “Good, Then I’ll see you later and when I get home, I’ll think of a way to make it up to you.” He flashed a wicked smile. “I have a few creative ideas involving pineapple rings and cream that I think will make you happy.” He chuckled softly at the look on Sage’s face. “So I’ll leave you with that thought and get on my way.”

His lips found Sage’s in a fierce kiss and then Alex was gone, his warmth and fragrance leaving the room. With Alex’s departure, Sage felt a sense of loss. He decided to get in the shower and see what he could do to alleviate his current woody and in doing so, perhaps, bring Alex’s presence back into the room.

Chapter 21

Later that week Sage and Alex sat cuddled together on the couch. They’d just had dinner and were now watching a late-night movie. Alex was cuddled into Sage’s shoulder as Sage lazily stroked his back and the soft curls of his head. Alex was growing his hair slightly longer and it looked good. Alex looked up at Sage with lazy eyes.

“I have a surprise for you in my bedside drawer,” he murmured. “Think of something red and furry.”

Sage chuckled. “Unless it’s a squirrel, I’m guessing it must be handcuffs.” He leered. Alex laughed loudly. “Why the hell would I have a squirrel in my bedroom? No, it’s a lot more fun than that.” Alex licked Sage’s ear suggestively. “I mean to have my way with you tonight and have you at my mercy. But only if you want to, of course.”

Sage’s groin stirred at the idea of being tied up. It was a game they played occasionally and one he’d found he really enjoyed, as did Alex. He seemed to take great pleasure in controlling the situation and Sage imagined it was because of his past situation. Alex was the one who now had the power. It only worked one way though. There was no way that Alex would ever consent to being tied up by him.

Sage was angry and resentful about that, wondering if Eric did it to Alex and whether he enjoyed it. Despite their spat earlier in the week and his promise to be patient, Sage hadn’t quite managed to stop his badgering Alex to tell Sage what his Eric sessions entailed. He’d learnt a little about what happened with Alex in the sessions at Study at Scarlet, mostly as a result of idle post-coital conversation, but it was not enough for him.

Alex had told him that at his last session he’d told Madame Duchaine there was no more requirement for the rough sex, something Sage was grateful for. But it made his temper flare when Sage realised he was actually being told that another man was not going to be enjoying his boyfriend in that way.

As if that should ever be a scenario between two people in a relationship like ours.
It was laughable and if anyone knew about it, they’d think he was insane to do it. It was why he hadn’t told anyone, even Dan.

Sage stood up, beckoning Alex to join him. “You can’t tease me with that and expect me to wait,” he murmured, his eyes dark. “I think you should make good on your promise.”

Alex stood up, taking his hand, drawing him into the bedroom. Out of habit, he switched the lights off as he moved through the apartment. Despite their intimacy together over the past few months, Sage knew Alex still wasn’t fond of light showcasing his body. The bedroom was dark with only a glimmer of light showing from the streetlight outside. Alex led him over to the bed, king-sized with a latticed metal headboard, perfect for bondage games. He pushed Sage back onto the covers, kneeling beside him. Sage could see the hard ridge of his erection under the trousers he wore. He wanted to suck it into his mouth, feel that smoothness between his lips. But first he needed to be tied up. He was getting hard just thinking about it and what Alex was about to do him.

“Take your shirt off,” Alex commanded huskily. “Slowly.” He rocked back on his haunches, greedy eyes already undressing Sage, who sat up, keeping his eyes on Alex’s. Sage unfastened his long-sleeved cotton shirt button by button, taking his time, watching Alex’s face. He shrugged his shoulders out of the shirt, dropping it to the floor beside the bed and Alex drank him in, his eyes lingering on his torso. His hand moved down to his groin as he caressed himself, palming his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Sage’s mouth went dry at that erotic gesture and Alex grinned. Sage took a deep breath. Alex knew exactly what he was doing to him.

“Lie back and put your arms above your head,” Alex instructed. Sage obliged, feeling his cock swell in his jeans and hearing his breathing quicken even as Alex reached over and opened the bedside drawer. Alex took out two pairs of red handcuffs, furry just as he’d promised, and Sage grinned in the darkness.

“I hope the poor squirrel that fur belonged to isn’t too cold,” he drawled lazily.

Alex laughed, a low, sexy sound which simply turned Sage’s blood hot and intensified the friction in his trousers.

“I thought I needed it more than he did,” his lover whispered, as he took Sage’s outstretched hands, fastening the one handcuff around his wrist then locking it to the headboard. Sage reached out with his free hand to pull him closer and Alex shook his head, pushing Sage’s arm back behind him again with more than a little force.

“Uh-uh. You’re my prisoner, Sage. You need to do as you’re told.” He secured Sage’s other wrist, then leaned back to inspect his handiwork. Alex gave a low growl of satisfaction, a sound that had Sage wanting nothing more than to pounce on him and make him beg for mercy of his own. But he was now powerless. Alex stood up, slowly pulling his long-sleeved sweatshirt over his head, revealing his firm torso with its sprinkling of hair down to his groin. He unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, sliding his dark blue briefs down his legs. His cock jutted out, red and inviting and Sage swallowed as Alex climbed onto the bed, straddling him and teasingly brushing his cock against Sage’s lips. Sage lunged forward to claim it with his mouth but Alex was quicker and moved away.

“Not yet. Have some patience, lover.” He stroked himself, his eyes hooded, watching Sage’s face intently.

Sage looked at him in frustration. “Christ, you are such a bloody tease. I know that’s the whole point of this game but you’re really driving me nuts.”

He heard the yearning in his voice. Alex’s shaved groin had always been a turn-on for Sage and seeing it just inches from his face, smelling his musky scent and feeling the heat emanating from Alex’s body, he had a need for the man so extreme he felt his heart hiccup in his chest, a sensation of it beating two beats at one time.

Alex caressed Sage’s groin through the fabric of his trousers. He groaned loudly, the exquisite sensation flooding his senses as Alex unzipped him, pulling his trousers down as Sage raised his body to let him tug them off his hips. They were flung onto the floor, leaving him in just his silk boxers, Pierre Cardin ones Alex had bought him a few days ago. Alex’s hands slid over the silk on Sage’s hips, his touch inflaming him as he smoothed the fabric against his heated and sensitive skin. Alex leaned down and slowly licked the tip of his cock through the silk. Sage moaned loudly at the incredible feeling. Alex’s tongue slowly licked his shaft, top to bottom slowly, once, then twice, and Sage’s backside left the bed, his hips twisting and pressing urgently upward against Alex’s mouth.

“Fuck, you love seeing me at your mercy, don’t you?”

Alex’s eyes were black with desire. “It gives me great pleasure to see you squirm.”

Alex took pity on him, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, sliding them off as once again Sage desperately raised his hips in the need to be naked. He sprung completely free, the warm air of the bedroom caressing his hardness as Alex gave a sigh of satisfaction. Slowly he leaned down, trailing his tongue up Sage’s inner thigh, his hand stroking his chest, rubbing his palms against his nipples, until Sage thought they could get no harder. He moaned softly as Alex’s mouth made its inexorable way toward his groin.

“God, that feels so good,” Sage whispered huskily, his every fibre screaming for Alex to take him in his mouth and bring him some respite. He wanted to feel a warm, wet mouth taking him in, a tongue going to that most sensitive of places, lapping him until he could take no more. He finally got his wish as Alex’s mouth wrapped itself around his cock, his lips sliding down his shaft, tongue probing and stroking him as Sage’s body shuddered, arching up toward his lover, pleading for more. He heard his own breathing, heavy and laboured as Alex sucked and nibbled, sliding his mouth up and down him until he was dizzy with the feelings he was causing.

“Alex, babe, don’t stop what you’re doing, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he whispered, his body straining and his groin flooding with heat. Alex’s fingers moved down deeper between his legs, reaching around to his backside, gently stroking him between his butt cheeks, running his fingers along from his back to the front, even as his mouth got busier. Alex’s finger rubbed at his entrance, taking the moisture from his own cock, gently pushing his finger inside Sage, followed by another. Sage cried out loudly, unable to help himself and Alex stopped what he was doing.