Page 82 of One More Time

Alec.

“Alec,” I groan, feeling my balls draw up, feeling my entire body start to shake.

“Tell me you’re gay for me, Jude. Say it.”

My eyes squeeze shut, and I arch my hips up, feeling my cock start to explode.

“Gay. I’m so fucking gay for you, Alec.Alec,” I sob as my orgasm hits me with so much force that I can’t keep my emotions in. Alec leans down and licks the tears off my face as he continues to ride my oversensitive dick, making my groans turn into pained moans. But before it gets to be too much, he explodes across my shirt and stomach. His cum seeps into the fabric of me, marking me.

Alec’s.

I’m his.

We sit there, heaving, my breath coming out in short pants as we stare into each other’s eyes. The air in the cab is damp and sticky, but I don’t even care. I just run my hands across his slick skin and hold him against me.

“Fuck, Jude, that was so good,” Alec says softly, keeping me inside of him. “You’re so fucking good.”

I swallow and nod, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

“You do my head in,” Alec adds as he leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. “Just look at you. God.”

He groans as he leans back and slides off of me. My soft dick falls to the side, and I stare at it. That was inside of him. Again.

“What is this?” I ask in a soft voice when he settles himself back in his seat.

“What do you mean?” he asks as he hands me some napkins.

As we wipe ourselves up, I try to shrug, but my shoulders end up at my ears and stay there.

“Like, what is this to you? What am I to you?”

He pulls his pants on, knocking his knee against the dash but doesn’t answer for a long time. So I tuck myself back into my pants and stare out the window.

“Well, I don’t know. It started off as your hobby,” he says, his words suddenly stilted.

“Yeah.”

“And now we’re fucking,” he says, and I nod.

“Do we need a label?” he asks, and I shake my head, not sure what I want. Just that I don’t want it to stop.

“No, we don’t. I was just…I don’t want this to end.”

“Me either.”

“And…and I don’t want you seeing anyone else while we’re doing this.”

He stares at me, and I peek over at him shyly. “Give me your hand, Jude,” he orders, his fingers opening to me.

When I do as he says, his hand wraps around mine and he pulls my knuckles to his mouth and presses a kiss to them.

“We’ll be exclusive.”

My heart swells at that and I push my face into his neck. He smells like sex and sweat and man. My man.

“Okay, that works for me.”

He starts the truck and drives me back to his place in content silence. And for the moment, I feel at peace. The peace he said he’d give me.

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