Page 85 of His Secret Betrayal
Some of his hopeful smile slips when I remain silent for too long, but I can’t help it. The words won’t come.
“What do you think? We can negotiate, of course. And you can always pick up some book cover commissions on the side, to help while you get this off the ground. Or—”
I slam my lips down over his, cutting his words off when our teeth clash together. He grunts softly, a surprised little noise pulled from his throat as I kiss him. This time, I don’t give him a chance to take over. My fingers latch into his hair, holding him in place as I kiss, and kiss, and kiss…
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Alek says breathlessly, looking dazed and a little pleased as we pull apart and gasp for air.
“That’s a hell yes,” I pant, giving into the urge to circle my hips so our cocks rub together. Alek shudders against me, the minute action sending a thrill of elation through me. Then his hands are cupping my ass, kneading and squeezing as he helps me grind. He groans, tilting his head back as his eyes go half-mast. With his neck bared to me, I take the opportunity to skim my teeth down that span of smooth, vulnerableskin before latching onto the bare space above the collar of his suit and sucking.
“Greedy,” he hisses.
I hum my agreement, not bothering to deny something we both know is true. When it comes to him, I amgreedy. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight,” I plead, breathlessly.
“Luke,” he gasps, his moan ratcheting up my own need. Then his hand is grabbing mine in a firm grip and guiding it to his hard cock. A strangled moan escapes me as he squeezes my hand, guiding me up and down the outline of his trouser-clad length. Unable to help myself, I peer down and watch the way our hands move together as he indulges me.
“You’ll be a good boy and start by sucking on my cock.”
Stroke.
“Then you’re going to bury your tongue in my hole.”
Stroke.
“You’re going to give me your fingers so you can open me up nice and slow.”
Stroke.
“Yes,” I whine. “I want that…please.”
Alek makes a keening, desperate little moan as his face contorts and I nearly come right then. Precum oozes from my throbbing cock, coating the inside of my boxer briefs and making them sticky. “I’m not going to last much longer if—” His sentence is broken off with another gaspy moan, the delicate sound filling me with a desperation to see him come.
I’m responsible for making him feel this good.
Me.
When he pulls his hand away, I can’t help but push my luck a little further. Despite knowing that he’ssoclose, knowing that I’m playingwith fire here. I give him one last, firm squeeze. “I’m going to be so good for you,” I promise. “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until you’re screaming my name, big guy.”
His eyes flash with a combination of hunger and impatience before grabbing my hips and practically tossing me back onto the passenger seat. Then he’s growling something unintelligible under his breath as he throws the car back into drive. When the tires squeal, I can’t stop my delighted laughter from breaking free.
Despite my amusement, I’m throbbing with the need to be inside him, and I can’t wait to feel his tight heat choking my cock.
“You like being good for me, don’t you?” Alek whispers, his thumb brushing a stray tear off my cheek. I whimper around his cock, my eyelids drooping as my own precum dribbles onto the comforter beneath me. I give him one last slurping suck before pulling off. Alek is splayed beneath me, every glorious inch of his naked body on display as I lay between his spread thighs. His angry, swollen cock is hard as steel, copious amounts of precum dribbling down his shaft. I love making him feel good, love the little praises he rewards me with while he gives those needy thrusts, those deep, growly grunts while his hands skim over my body like he can’t stop touching me. Making him feel good makes me feel good.
He deserves to be blissed out of his mind with pleasure, even though my own cock is throbbing. I thrust my hips against the soft blanket, the light friction giving me some relief. Remembering his instructions from the car, I pull his thighs up, my hands diving downto pull his ass cheeks apart. Without hesitation, I run my tongue down his taint, not stopping until I reach his hole. A strangled curse flies from his mouth as I get him nice and wet, circling his hole for a while before gently dipping inside. I stroke in and out, letting his breathy moans guide me.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers.
Fuck. If he doesn’t stop talking like that, I’m going to come.
“Alek,” I warn, although it comes out as more of a whine.
He huffs out a quiet laugh, not at all repentant for turning me into a needy, whimpering mess. “Give me your fingers.”
Grabbing the lube beside me, I flip it open and drizzle a generous amount between his cheeks before coating my fingers and cock.
“I’m going to turn around so you can take me from behind. You’re going to feel so good that way,” he says, a bolt of heat spearing through me in response. He flips over onto his hands and knees, the round globes of his ass on display for me while I position myself on my knees behind him. I take my time appreciating the view, my mouth watering at the sight of those thick thighs and the way the muscles of his back flex. With him in this position, I can see the mass of thick scarring that spans across his entire back, and it makes my heart lurch. I run a hand down his spine, an appreciative rumble spilling from my throat. Has he ever let anyone else see him like this?
“Are you going to give me what I want or keep staring?” he asks breathlessly.
