Wake Up Calls

I’m woken up by Alex sucking on my right nipple and playing with the ring with his tongue. I groan at the sensation and he switches to the other, and I respond by grinding into him. The sensation of his sucking plus the feel of his cock against mine helps me to lose more of my mind.

What was left of my mind goes out of my head when he starts to trace my stomach tattoo with his tongue. The feelings he’s creating combined with the desire for him to go further down is taking away what’s left of my reason and rational thinking. My moans start to lose coherency and I can almost hear his joking in my head: “if I would have known I could shut you up by sucking on your stomach, I would have done it a long time ago.”

I groan in frustration as he licks where my thigh meets my body instead of where I want him too. He looks up at me.

“Patience.”

“Fuck patience or better yet, either get on with what you’re doing or fuck me.”

From the suction on my cock head, apparently his choice is to continue with what he’s doing. Both choices were ok with me, and I’m enjoying the suction up and down my shaft. He lightly strokes my scrotum and gets an extra moan out of me.

When I’m to the point of almost coming, he stops and gets a few incoherent curses from me. He always does that and it drives me crazy.

I jump at the feeling of his lube covered finger entering me and try to relax, and concentrate more on his hand rubbing up and down my side than the other one inside me.
The light petting increased my desire, if that was even possible, and helped me get through the insertion. He pauses and lays on top of me for a little bit and I soak in his heat and the feel of his body against mine.

I move and he accurately takes my cue and starts moving as well. Since I was almost ready to come before, it didn’t take long for me to orgasm. Alex came shortly after me.

He’s lying with his head on my shoulder and one of his arms around my waist when the phone rings. With him on top of me I can’t reach it, so he reaches for it, grumbling.

“What do you want?”
I close my eyes and groan when I hear Colt on the other end.

“Looks like Punk didn’t need my wake up call, unless you actually let him sleep this morning.”

“From the cursing and groans, he was very much awake.”

I hear Colt’s laughter on the other end of the line. Oh great, I’ll never hear the end of it from him.

“I don’t want details. Just let him know that we have a meeting with Gabe.”

Alex hangs up and relays the message, and adds

“Colt claims he doesn’t want details...”

I cut him off.

“That is one of the few things we don’t share. I don’t give him details about my sex life and he doesn’t give me details about his. So far the arrangement has worked well.”

So that I’m not late to the meeting like the last time, I let him shower first.

His idea of a wake up call is more pleasant than the traditional one.