Page 39 of His Secret Betrayal
It feels beyond justgood. It feels wicked in the best of ways, his tongue buried between my ass cheeks while he laps at me like a starving man. His wet tongue circles and circles, finally dipping inside. One of his hands guides mine to hold my shaking knees open, the tip of his tongue flicking in and out while his other hand works my cock.
I thrash underneath him. “Oh my God…”
When he moans, his hips grinding into the mattress beneath him, the idea that he could be enjoying this just as much as me is nearly my undoing.
He finally pulls his mouth away, his saliva dripping between my cheeks as he pants. When his gaze meets mine in an errant beam of moonlight, his ravenous expression takes my breath away. His eyes are heavy lidded, his pupils blown with lust.
He tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “I’m not sure which I like better, the taste of your ass or your sweet cock.”
Is he serious right now?
Grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirts a generous amount between my cheeks. He chuckles when the cold liquid makes me jump. Then he adds a little more to his fingers, before slipping one between my cheeks. We moan in unison when the tip of his finger breeches my hole. It stretches me just a little, the lube sucking him right in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re going to strangle my cock, aren’t you?”
I moan his name, pleasure rippling through me as his finger pumps in and out. I’m fully melted into the mattress now, my body limp and pliant as I greedily soak up every ounce of pleasure he’s giving me. Before long, I’m thrusting my hips in rhythm with his pumping finger as my hands clamp around his wrists like I’m trying to tether him to me.
I never want this exquisite feeling to stop.
Before long, one finger becomes two. The stretch makes my movements stutter, and Alek’s hand quickly finds its way back to my cock while he murmurs soothing words of praise to me. He tells me how good I feel around his fingers, how I’m being so good for him, that he’s going to make sure I’m nice and ready for his cock because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
I babble underneath him, whining as I become lust drunk. When two fingers become three, I welcome the stretch.
“Please,” I whine.
Finally, just as I’m on the verge of coming, he pulls out. Something occurs to me, and I stop him just as he’s reaching for a condom.
“Wait.”
He freezes, his gaze snapping to mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, fidgeting a little under the intensity of his concern. “No, but I haven’t gotten to touch you yet. I want to…I want to know what you feel like.” My cheeks heat.
He seems to ponder this, a brief hesitation flickering across his face. But I don’t have time to wonder about it, because he straddles my waist. Both of his hands grasp mine, guiding one to rest on his hip. He guides my other hand to his erection, wrapping my hand around his length.
I gasp at the feel of his hot, hard skin beneath my palm. We both moan as he guides my hand up and down, showing me how he likes to be touched. His cock jerks in my grasp, the ridges of his veins brushing my palm as I stroke him. He oozes precum, and I use my thumb to smear it across his cockhead.
“Shit,” he hisses.
“Feels good?” I ask, slowing my movements as a trickle of uncertainty makes itself known.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Fuck, yes,” I murmur. I want that—want to be the reason he comes, want the evidence of it coating my palms. He grunts, his hips jerking when I increase my tempo. I grumble when he moves my hand away from his cock, and slides back down between my thighs.
He chuckles, the sound amused but also a little strained. Like maybe he was on the verge of coming and barely held himself back. “You want me inside you when I come, don’t you?” he asks.
I blink. “Yes, yes, I want that.”
A tiny fissure of nerves spears through me as he opens the condom and presents it to me. With trembling fingers, I jerkily roll it down the length of his cock. If he notices my sudden nerves, he doesn’t comment on it. I’m honestly grateful for that. My nerves are mostly the good, excited kind. But still, some part of me is afraid it’s going to hurt.
His hands squeeze both of my hips. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
I grunt when his big, fat cockhead begins to push its way inside me. Even though I knew it was coming, I’m still surprised by the intensity of the burn as the tip breaches my entrance. My body tenses, something inside me instinctively wanting to resist the invasion.
Alek pauses before murmuring soothingly to me, “Relax, you can take me.”
