Page 43 of His Secret Betrayal
“Well, don’t let me stop you. Go ahead and put on your little show.”
Shock flares across his face, his entire body freezing.But goddamn.His emerald irises are full of desire, the pupils darkening. It’s a sight to behold. The urge to touch him is nearly overwhelming. “Like, right now?”
I smirk. “Like, right now.”
“With…with you watching?”
I cluck my tongue. “Don’t get shy on me now. If you’re going to let someone else watch you stroke that beautiful cock, then why can’t I?”
His eyebrows furrow, a wrinkle appearing on his forehead. His confusion is adorable, even though it makes me want to surge forward and bite those pouty lips. Then his mouth pops open, his hand finally releasing his dick. “Wait. You think I’m sending this to someone else?”
Now it’s my turn to be confused. I pause, giving him a searching look. “Aren’t you?”
“Uh, no.”
“Then…what’s it for?” I ask.
He arches an eyebrow until realization dawns on me, and I nearly choke. I blink, my anger completely dissipating and my cock pressing against the zipper of my trousers as it turns rock hard. I stare down at his erection, no doubt allowing him to see how much the idea thrills me. “Greedy boy, was last night not enough? You were going to tease me some more?”
Luke sucks in a sharp breath, his cock jerking atgreedy boy. He huffs out a quiet laugh, a breathy sound. “It was supposed to be a revenge jerk off video.” The mumbled words are so quiet, I have to strain to hear them.
“What’s a revenge jerk off video?”
He averts his eyes, his cheeks pinkening. “You weren’t there when I woke up, and I wanted you to see what you were missing.”
“Fuck. Me.” I don’t mean to say the words aloud, but they slide right out. My fists curl into tight little balls on my lap as I resist the urge to drag him to me, and I swallow hard.
He wanted me this morning.
He wanted me.
“Youaregreedy, aren’t you? I gave you my tongue and my cock last night, and you woke up wantingmore.”
A sort of breathy whimper is pulled from his throat before he cuts it off, trying to play it cool. But his cock is drooling again, and his breaths are coming faster. With a tortured growl, I lean forward. My hand wraps around his neck, hauling his lips against mine. Our teeth clash, all finesse flying out the window in our urgency. We swallow each other’s moans, our tongues flicking together.
“Alek,” he groans.
My eyelids grow heavy with lust, a rumble of approval escaping my throat when he pushes me back to straddle my hips. I thrust upward, immediately seeking friction when he all but plasters his naked body to me. A yearning to be naked along with him takes me by surprise and nearly punches the air from my lungs. I want all that soft skin pressed to mine, want to feel the heat of it. He grinds his cock against me, his hands clutching the front of my shirt while we continue kissing.
He whines against my lips, his hands forming claws against my shirt. Even through the starched material, his blunt nails manage to dig into my skin. His hips grind almost frantically, his hands attempting to pull me closer even though there isn’t a breath of air between us. It's a heady sensation, being kissed by Luke Parker like he can’t get enough.
Like he would climb inside me if he could.
Like I’m somehow important to him.
Kissing Luke Parker is…everything.
We kiss until our lips are swollen, until we’re both panting, and my hands are guiding him as he grinds against me.
The kisses are drugging, dulling the edges of my tightly-wound need for control. Maybe that’s why I barely notice the way his hands begin running up and down my chest, reverent touches like he can’t get enough. But when they continue gliding upward, inching toward the scars on the tops of my shoulders, I’m hit with a blast of panic.
I know I can’t hide them forever, but I just want a little more time before he sees the truth. That my outward appearance is a nicely-controlled façade when, in reality, I’m covered by the scars of my past. That the man he’s attracted to is so disfigured, there’s no way he would ever want to look at me fully unclothed or touch my back.
He wouldn’t kiss me like this if he knew.
On reflex, I capture his wrists in mine. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind the way I pinned his wrists last night. In fact, it had seemed to heighten his pleasure. Being allowed that sort of control over his body, the show of trust, had pushed me closer to the edge. It does the same now, his eyes blowing wide open with lust when I pin both wrists behind his back in one hand.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I gruffly order. He complies immediately, and I carry us the few steps from the coffee table to the couch. We tumble onto the soft leather, my hand still pinning his wrists behind him as I straddle his waist. I settle my weight atop him, his body sinking into the plush material. I press forward so my hard cock digs into his belly, then drag it against him so he feels how badly I want him. Pleasure ripples through my limbs, and we both groan.
