Page 81 of Racing Hearts

Nodding, I take his hand, and at the door, we both look back. “She’ll be okay,” I say, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “She has you. Nobody would dare fuck with Alek Anders.”

“Nobody but you.” He smirks as he shuts her door.

Laughing quietly, I hold his hand as I walk backwards to his room, remembering the last time I was here. His eyes track me. “Very true, but I have a feeling you like it when I fuck with you.”

“You have no idea, pretty boy,” he growls as I open the door and step into his room. He kicks it shut behind him, his gaze predatory and dark.

Stepping closer, I lean up and nip his chin. “Then show me.”

I go to step back, but his hand slides around my waist and presses against my spine, drawing me closer as he tips my head back and his lips slant over mine. “Shirt off, pretty boy. Let me see what’s mine.” He releases me as I pant.

Eyes narrowing, I step away. “This?” I tease, playing with the edge. “Ask nicely.”

His jaw grinds, and he practically vibrates as he resists throwing me down and having his wicked way with me.

“No?” I sigh, dropping it. “I guess I’ll go to sleep then?—”

“Please, Evan.”

“Good boy.” I wink as I reach down and pull my shirt off, letting him get his fill of my muscular chest. His eyes narrow and his lips part as I drag my hand down my chest to my jeans and open the button. “These too?”

He nods silently, and I wait, my eyebrow arched. “Yes, please.”

“Good boys get rewards,” I say as I unzip them and shove them down, kicking them off. I’m in nothing but tight boxers. I fall back onto his bed, propping myself up on my elbows as I watch him.

“What rewards?” he asks gruffly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Me,” I answer as I slide my hand into my boxers and stroke my length. He finally snaps, and I laugh as he storms across the room, but my laugh turns into a moan as he grips my hand through the material.

He holds my gaze as he leans over me. “Don’t touch what’s mine, pretty boy,” he warns. “Hands up.”

I do as I’m told, and he rips off his shirt and quickly ties my hands above my head, stretching me out as he leans back and devours me with his eyes like I’m a feast and he doesn’t know where to start. My heart races with desire. Smirking like he knows what I’m thinking, he leans down and brushes his lips across my throat, leaving teasing kisses and licks before biting my Adam’s apple as I moan.

Chuckling, he moves across my chest, his lips warm and teasing as they close around my nipple. I’m breathless as his tongue slides across my abs and stops at my waistband. His hand follows the trail his mouth took and then slides into my boxers, gripping my cock.

“There you are, pretty boy.” His dark eyes watch me as I arch into his touch, thrusting into his hand. “I’ve missed this, missed you. Remind me whom you belong to.” He squeezes my length to the point of pain, yet I love it. “Whose is this?”

“Mine.”

“Wrong answer.” He lets go and strips my boxers off, dragging his mouth up my leg until his breath blows over my cock. “Whose is this?”

I swallow hard, willing to say anything if it means I get him. “Yours, yours.”

“Now who’s a good boy?” he purrs as his mouth seals around the tip of my cock, and he sucks.

My back bows off the bed, eyes rolling back from the pressure. Desire courses through me, and I grip his shirt as I try to hold back.

Chuckling, he releases me and slides up my body, placing a kiss over my racing heart. “I wanted to take my time with you tonight, baby, but you’re all wound up and needy, aren’t you?” I nod, and he hums. “I guess I’ll have to take the edge off first, and then I can play with you all night.”

“Please, Alek,” I beg, reaching for him, but he slams my hands back down.

“Keep them there. I’ll make you feel better, pretty boy. I’ve got you. You know you only have to ask.”

Leaning back, he quickly strips off his jeans, leaving him naked and oh so fucking beautiful. My eyes drag along every inch of exposed skin, but he doesn’t give me nearly enough time to look as he climbs up on the bed. I jump when he quickly lubes his fingers and presses them inside me, working them in my ass as his mouth meets mine in a frenzied kiss. He fingers me as I groan into him, pushing into his hand for more, before he pulls them free, and then I feel him roll the condom on. His hands rove over my waist as I feel his cock against my ass.

Leaning back, he groans as he looks at me. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

He presses against me, one hand lifting my thigh so it’s up by his head as his other holds his cock and presses it against my ass. We are so close, our lips meeting as he leans down and pushes into me.

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