Page 126 of Racing Hearts

“Doesn’t count.” I nip his lips. “I want your ass. I want to be inside you while I stare into your eyes.”

I pull back slightly, watching him gulp. I know it’s a big step for him, and I can wait, but it’s what I want. I’ve been imagining it for so long. “Evan,” he whispers.

“I’ll be gentle,” I promise, kissing him softly. Sliding my hand down, I grip his cock and rub him through his boxers. “Don’t you want that? Me inside of you? Claiming all of you?”

“Yes.” He pushes himself into my hand.

Stepping back, I release him as I take off my jacket and toss it aside, kicking off my shoes, then I head to the stairs. “Then come on, big guy, let me make you feel good.”

He stumbles after me, swearing as he shoves his pants off and slips his arms around me from behind as we hurry up stairs. He grabs my pecs before slamming me into the hallway wall, yanking my pants down and ripping at my shirt until I hear buttons ping away as he strips it from me. His lips slide down my back before he bites the globe of my ass, making me moan. Desire hammers through me so hard I can barely think.

My cock weeps, desperate to be inside him, my abs clenching in want.

“Alek,” I warn as he slides up, his hands hitting the wall on either side of my head as he presses against my back, rubbing his hard cock along my ass.

“You want me, pretty boy? Then you better fight for it,” he whispers darkly, and I grin.

I knew he wouldn’t make it easy, and it’s exactly what I want. I spin in his arms and leap. He catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist, both of us grunting as we hit the other wall. His palm grips my ass, and he turns and stalks to his room, carrying me easily, and once there, he throws me onto his bed. I slide and twist, landing on top of him, pressing my mouth to his ear.

“You’re mine, Alek Anders, just accept it.”

He tries to push me off, and I lift up enough for him to roll, his dark eyes watching me hungrily as I tangle our legs together, rubbing my body against his. “You’re mine too, pretty boy,” he says, placing his hand on my shoulders then sliding it down to grip my ass. “But show me how much I’m yours. I need you.”

The old Alek never would have dared to utter those words, so in reward, I lean down and kiss him until he’s panting, rolling his hips against me.

Reaching over to the bedside table, I uncork the bottle and rub the cold lube over my dick before kissing him again. “Lift your legs, baby.”

He does as I ask, hooking his hands behind his knees and lifting them as I continue to kiss him, circling his hole with two lubed fingers until he pushes onto them like we’ve been playing with. Sliding them inside him, I work them deep as he moans against my lips, his whole body jerking. “Does that feel good, baby?”

He hums, licking my lips as I work them deeper before pulling them out. “Then imagine how good I’ll feel,” I tell him as I twine our hands and hold them above his head while I press my dick against his hole.

Leaning down, I kiss him once more before leaning up.

He looks up at me, his eyes wide. “Have you ever . . .” He trails off, but I know what he’s asking.

I claim his lips in a promising kiss. “No, this is my first time doing this, and I’m glad it’s with you.”

When he relaxes, I slowly press inside him, letting him adjust as I work myself into his tight, warm ass. Feeling him wrapping around me as his plush lips part on a moan is addictive, and I know we’ll be doing this over and over if he lets me just so I can capture that expression again.

“Evan,” he groans, pushing down to take me deeper.

“That’s it, let me make you feel good,” I murmur as I work myself as deep as I can, and then I lean down and kiss him as he adjusts to me being inside him. He feels so fucking good, so fucking tight and hot, that I can barely hold back, but I do. I finally get why he’s like an animal when he fucks me.

“God, move, please.”

Keeping our hands together, I slide my lips across every inch of his body I can reach as I pull out and thrust back in, claiming his ass with slow, rolling thrusts that have us both groaning.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He releases my hands to grip the bedding, ripping at it before they slide up my thighs.

Smirking, I tilt his hips so I hit his prostate with each thrust, making him cry out below me. His dark eyes open in shock, his breath leaving him in a woosh. “Oh fuck, there, right there?—”

“I’ve got you, princess.” I lick my lips and run my eyes over his tattooed, muscular body. I love how he looks below me and hearing the pleas on his lips.

I pull out and slam back in, speeding up. I need to watch him bounce on my cock, need to be as deep as I can. His tight, hot ass grips me like a fucking vise, already making me want to blow.

He moans loudly, the sound so fucking hot I can’t take it. I bite his nipple, making him yelp, and then I sooth it with my tongue while I fuck his ass. His hands grip my hips, urging me on.

“Evan, I can’t—it feels too good.”

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