Page 27 of Allured
“Alek.” I breathe.
“I’m not shy either, Ez.” Suddenly, Alek’s hand wraps around mine, our flushed cocks in the middle of our combined grips. He begins moving his hand up and down, faster than before and no longer teasing.
No, Alek is a man on a mission to completely shatter me.
The impossibly tight grip he has on us, the exposed, tan skin of his abdomen, and the needy harsh noises spilling from him have me nearly seeing stars.
“Baby—” I shudder. “I need more.” I am shaking at this point.
Alek takes his free hand and clasps under my jaw. Roughly, he angles my face so that our colliding cocks are directly below me and in my eyeline.
“Spit.” It’s not a question or suggestion. It’s a direct order.
And I follow it.
My saliva lands with a wet plop, directly onto both of our tips. Alek maneuvers our hands up and then back down, spreading the wetness and easing the friction between us. My spit is cool and slipping between our hot skin as he continues to work us.
“More,” he demands, pulling on my jaw once again. I barely manage to let the saliva drop before Alek moves my face toward his for a clashing of our lips.
Tongues and teeth meet in the rush of our kiss, spurred on by the deep moans emanating from both of us and the slick heat between our cocks.
“Fuck my hand and rub against my cock, angel.” Alek takes a quick moment to guide me, his own hips thrusting forward into the embrace of our hands.
I am overwhelmed in the best way as I slide my length between our hands and feel the ridges of Alek’s cock against mine. My heart beats as if I’ve been running a marathon. Myclothes feel all too tight at once, and I know I am reaching my peak.
“Alek, baby, I’m going to come,” I moan into his lips, and Alek takes advantage and bites down on my bottom lip forcefully.
“Fuck, do it, Ez. Mark me with it.” Alek’s own breathing is ragged and his words are spoken rapidly.
The moment I run my thumb over both of our slits while Alek pumps us, I feel both of us begin pulsating madly in our shared grip. There is nothing I want, or have ever wanted, more than to come with this whirlwind of a man beneath me.
“Fuck, fuck!” Alek practically screams and his hips shudder against mine as I feel hot ropes of his release begin to coat our hands and exposed skin.
“Alek!” I scream and follow behind him. Feeling the warmth our combined release sets off fireworks in my mind and body.
Never in my life have I felt so completely satiated after an orgasm. I’m a mess of a man as I slump down onto Alek, bury my face into his neck, and breathe in his inviting scent.
Alek detangles our hands, wipes them on the fabric of his henley before he pulls me even closer. His strong arms wrap around my back and he embraces me firmly to his chest. For what feels like a lifetime, we sit, breathe deeply, and hold each other tightly. My eyelids are beginning to flutter closed when I hear Alek’s voice near my ear.
“We gotta get cleaned up, angel.”
“I’m too tired,” I fuss. Truth be told, I am up much later than my typical bedtime.
Alek laughs but keeps ahold of me while he reaches between us and carefully puts us back into place, zipping up our pants as well.
“Can’t have anyone else seeing what’s mine,” he jokes but I delight in the possibility that his man wants me ashis.
Opening the car door, Alek keeps a firm grip below my ass with one hand and encourages me to keep my arms wrapped around his neck as he easily steps out of the car. I am not a slight man and the fact that Alek can carry me with minimal effort has me hardening against his abdomen once again.
“Easy soldier. Let’s get inside.” Alek kisses a sensitive spot behind my ear.
I’m sure we make quite the sight; a grown man carrying another very sleepy grown man who clings to him like a baby monkey to its mother.
“I’m going to need to borrow clothes,” I grumble as we cross the threshold to his apartment. Alek has yet to set me down until we walk down a hallway and into a bedroom. I take quick notice of my surroundings. An inviting and fluffy bedspread decorates the large bed in the middle of the room. Cool, gray colors surround us and minimal, but tasteful, furniture decorates his bedroom.
“I’ll get you clothes, Ez.” Alek sets me down onto the bed softly, the stickiness of our combined releases making itself evident when we separate.
Carefully, I take off my sweater and trousers as Alek opens up a drawer and looks around for clothing.
