Page 52 of Racing Hearts

Sensations assault me—the feeling of his huge dick pounding into me, his hands trailing over my body, his eyes pinning me beneath him as we break apart. It’s too much.

“Alek,” I beg, closing my eyes as I grip my cock and stroke it. I can feel him watching, and he swells inside my ass to the point of pain. His thrusts turn vicious, uncoordinated as he rams into me, forcing himself deeper.

It hurts so fucking much.

I love it.

My balls draw up with pleasure, and I can’t hold back anymore. “Alek!” It’s a hoarse cry, a warning.

“Come for me, pretty boy, let me see it,” he demands above me like my avenging angel.

My hips buck, and my shout fills the car as my cock jerks, throbbing in time with my heart as I come, shooting hot ropes of my release all over my chest and his.

His palm smears it across my heaving chest before he lifts his hand and licks it clean, then he drops it to the seat and fills me twice more.

“Alek.” I part my legs wider. “Come inside me. Let me feel it.”

It’s all the encouragement he needs, and he cries out in the next second, his cock jerking inside me. It pulses with his release as he fills me until I feel it dripping down us.

His hips rock, pushing him deeper, and then he collapses above me, his weight almost too much. Smiling happily, I wrap my legs and arms around him, uncaring about the mess, and kiss his head and face as I stroke his back.

“That was—” He lifts his head slightly as he searches my gaze.

“Incredible,” I offer breathlessly, and our lips come together in the dark, our hands sliding over each other’s bodies leisurely as we explore. When we break apart to breathe, we are both smiling.

He cups my face and brushes back some of my sweaty hair. “I adore you, pretty boy.”

Rolling my lips inwards, I search his eyes, letting some of my truth leak out in the darkness of his car. “I adore you too.”

Alek’s car is still steamed up inside by the time we pull up to a cute two-story house. He gives me a knowing look, his eyes dropping down my body and heating again. “Uh-uh, let’s get inside before you throw me in your back seat again.” I grin. I’m so happy. I got everything I wanted tonight.

I expected him to take me home, but he gruffly declared I was staying at his house. I’m not going to complain about that since my dorm is cramped and I don’t want Tommy’s questions all night. Besides, spending the night in Alek Anders’s bed? Fuck yes, sign me up, even if it’s just to sleep next to him.

“Come on, rich boy.” He gets out, and I follow him up the three concrete steps to the door. There are plants and flowers in boxes outside of the porch with a welcome mat that reads “Fuck off.”

I laugh, and he grins as he unlocks the door. When I follow him in, he lifts his fingers to his lips in a shush gesture. “Alice is here. She’ll be asleep, and she gets cranky if you wake her.”

I nod and stay silent as he locks up, grabbing us some water as I linger in the entryway. To the left is a small, cozy living room with a huge TV and leather couches. There’s also a coffee table with flowers on it and pictures on shelves with books. The hallway in front of me leads to a kitchen I can see from here, done in soft greens. The walls are paneled with wood, with more pictures hanging on them. I squint into the dark, seeing Alek and Alice in them from different ages. It’s totally not what I was expecting, and as he takes my hand and leads me upstairs, I smile.

It’s fucking cute. The second floor is decorated in pastels and has three doors—one closed, one open to show a bathroom, and the other partially open at the end of the hall. He pushes inside the last, hitting a switch with his elbow and holding the water so he doesn’t have to let go of my hand.

It’s his bedroom, with a king-sized bed pushed against the back wall under the window, perfectly made sheets spread over the top. There’s a bench at the end with boots underneath, a TV on the opposite wall, and a desk to the left covered in mechanic books and car diagrams. Posters of different cars hang on the walls, and there is a dresser to the right of the door. There’s even a soft blue rug on the floor, and as he kicks the door shut behind me, I look around. He hands me a water, and I take a sip as he heads over to his dresser, taking off his shirt and shoving his jeans down. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he roots around in a drawer before pulling out a black shirt.

“Here.” He throws me the shirt. “You can sleep in mine.”

I slip mine off and hang up his jacket before sliding his shirt on. It’s massive on me but comfy as hell, and when he comes toward me, his eyes darkening, I can’t help but blush. “You look good in my shirt, rich boy,” he murmurs, grabbing my hips before he smacks my ass. “Get into bed, you have school tomorrow.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease as I climb in, but he smacks me until I scoot over so I’m under the window. “Is that your side?” I tease.

“Nah, I sleep in the middle,” he replies as he plugs both of our phones in and goes to turn off the light. “But this way, I can protect you,” he says. He doesn’t even realize what he said, but my heart takes flight as I slip under the covers and lay my head on his pillow as he plunges us into darkness.

I feel the bed dip as he gets in, turning to face me. Our hands are inches away on the pillow, so I close the distance, linking them. His fingers twine with mine as he watches me. His face is in shadows, but I can still see his beauty.

He watches me for a moment before the dark seems to make him brave and vulnerable—or maybe it’s what we shared tonight. I don’t know, but it’s a different side of him.

“When did you realize you . . .” He trails off, looking unsure.

“Liked boys?” I question with an arched brow, and his chin dips in a nod as I smile.

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