Page 38 of His Secret Betrayal
His chuckle is dark and wicked. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you?”
“For you, yes.” Maybe I should be embarrassed by that admission, but if my ugly crying didn’t scare him off then I doubt this will.
“Shit, you make it hard to think.” His hips grind into my ass again, his teeth nipping along my shoulder as his hand slides down my torso. They pause at the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants, toying with the string there. I melt into his hold, letting him play with me while he gathers his thoughts.
Finally, his hands cup my aching cock through the soft fabric. “If we do this, you’re going to follow my lead. You’ll be a good boy and take my cock, won’t you?”
A punch of heat slams into me, making my hips jerk forward. A desperate little moan is pulled from my throat, making it known exactly what I think of that idea. He wants to be in charge and call all the shots? Good, because I’ll gladly let him take over if it makes my brain shut up. After all, I can go back to my usual confident, cocky self tomorrow. I just want to get swept up in all the mind-numbing pleasure he can provide, without any pressure.
“Yes,” I gasp.
His hand finally slips under the waistband of my sweats and into my boxer briefs. I hiss at the sensation of his warm palm wrapping around my aching cock and giving it one long, languorous stroke. “You’re going to let me make you feel good, and if you want me to stop or slow down, you’ll tell me immediately.”
Not a request. A command.
“Yes.”
He groans, his hand threading through my hair. Using his grasp on it, he turns my head to face him. His lips slam over mine, his kiss hungry and possessive. I part my lips, moaning into his mouth, letting him devour me. My fingers dig into his biceps.
I’m panting by the time he releases me, giving my bottom lip a sharp nip before pulling away. He rolls away from me, leaving my body cold. Disappointment slams into me, and I reach out for him. “No, wait—"
His chuckle is muffled by the sound of a drawer being pulled open. Peering over my shoulder, I realize he only pulled away to grab a condom and some lube. He chucks his sweatpants off, quickly followed by a pair of boxers. In the darkness, I can only make out the vague outline of his toned body. But his thighs are massive, his erection proudly jutting up.
Returning to my side, he taps my hip once. “Roll over on your back, so I can get you ready.”
Holy shit, my best friend’s dad is about to fuck me.
Luke
“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” Alek murmurs, his pause giving me ample time to protest. As if I would want to.
With me laying on my back and him leaning over me, I lift my hips so he can shimmy my sweatpants off. This is quickly followed by my shirt, then his hands are tugging down my boxer briefs. My erection bobs in the air, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the room from between the window blinds, highlighting the precum oozingfrom the tip.
Even in the dark, I can feel Alek’s eyes zeroing in on it. The heat of his gaze makes my cock jerk, and a low rumble is pulled from his chest.
“Your shirt,” I demand. It doesn’t matter that I can’t see him. I want him in all his naked glory, bare along with me. All of his skin on mine.
“No.”
I suck in a breath at his harsh tone, more heat pooling in my groin. “But I want to see you.”
“I’m not taking requests here, Luke,” he admonishes.
I roll my eyes. “Fine.”
“Do you want my cock, or do you want to act like a brat?”
“I have to pick? That’s not fair,” I protest.
Any other complaint I have dies on my lips when his hands grasp my knees, pulling them up and then out. I gasp, my fingers digging into the soft bed sheets beneath me. He may not have an unobstructed view thanks to the darkness, but the moonlight still leaves me more vulnerable and exposed than I’ve ever been. And yet, it makes me want to thrust my hips.
“Unless you don’t want it, I’m putting my mouth on you,” he warns me. “I’ve wanted to know what you taste like ever since the first day I watched your firm little ass leave my office.”
“Please,” I rasp, thrusting my hips up for emphasis. Why wouldn’t I want his mouth on my cock again? I obviously enjoyed myself the last time and—
“Holy shit,” I bark the words out, my entire body jerking when his hands push my hips up and pull my ass cheeks apart, before his tongue glides up my crease. My eyes flare wide, nerve endings I didn’t know I had coming to life as Alek’s tongue circles my hole.
My mouth falls open on a moan. “I thought you meant—your tongue is on my… Fuck, that feels good.”
