Page 44 of Allured
Alek’s kisses are growing less sweet and more heated as he inches further down my face to my neck and behind my ear. His statement is not a question and I don’t find myself considering any other option but to stay in this man’s arms for the rest of the night.
Reaching a hand toward his face, I cup Alek’s jaw and turn his face so our lips meet in a breathy kiss. My fingers intertwine in his hair, pulling him closer to deepen our kiss which grows more desperate by the second.
“Take me to bed, Aleksander,” I plead.
“Hang on, Ez.” Those three words spoken much too quickly for me to properly comprehend are my only warning before Alek heaves me up with one arm while the other adjusts my legs to wrap around his waist.
“Should I be concerned about your enjoyment of lifting me?” I tease, shaking my head at him as he leads us away from the kitchen, down the hallway, and into his bedroom.
“Oh yeah, angel. I feel yourconcernpoking into my stomach right now.” Alek punctuates his sentence by grinding himself into me.
My moan cuts off any retort I may have had in store. Once in the bedroom, Alek is quick to turn on the light, and even quicker to fling me onto his bed.
“Alek!” I bounce and can’t help but laugh at the playfulness of this man.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I peer past the end of the bed to see Alek rid himself of his long sleeve, pulling it off and over his head in a fluid motion. He catches me staring and a devious little smirk grows over his features.
“Enjoying the show, angel?” he asks, hands paused on the top of his dark wash jeans.
“Yes, thoroughly,” I reply, aware that my voice is coated in arousal.
In return, Alek slows his movements, roaming a large tanned hand down his chest and abdomen, caressing all of the places where my hand should be trailing. My burlesque dancer certainly knows how to put on a show, albeit a more private one than what he’s used to.
Taking mercy, Alek finally unbuttons his jeans, dragging the zipper and lowering the waistband to the bottom of his Adonis belt at the same time. The fabric settles, revealing a thin trail of light brown hair that taunts my vision. Instead of stripping himself bare, Alek chooses to discard his jeans onto the floor. With determination on his features, he begins a slow descent onto the bed, and up my body.
“Seems kinda unfair that you're still in all your clothes, angel.” Alek mouths against the exposed sliver of skin at my neck.
“Take them off, cut them, burn them for all I care.” I am fully aware that I am whining and clawing at Alek’s body in impatience, but it’s been over a week since our last encounter. A profound craving for more of Alek has underlined my entire week.
“Nah, keep the clothes on.”
As much as I crave the feeling of Alek’s heated skin on mine, the look in his eyes as he lifts off me will have me agreeing to anything he will suggest. Pure hunger radiates from his features and it torches my body in turn.
“Fuck. I’ve been thinking about your cock all week, angel.”
Alek kneels at the edge of the bed with his head resting between my spread legs, his upper torso flat on the sheets, and his perfect ass in the air. Though I lament that it is still covered in his dark blue boxer briefs, I’m immediately taken back to our video call not that long ago, where he exposed every inch of his perfect body to me. There’s no curbing the deep groan that escapes my lips, nor the indecent twitch of my cock, just inches from the very object of my desire.
“Damn, Ez. Worked up already?” Alek teases and simultaneously puts me out of my sweet misery when he unzips my pants and grasps my cock free from its confines.
“This teasing will catch up to you one day, my boy.” My voice is a near growl as I reach my hand into the wavy strands of Alek’s hair, tugging roughly.
“Promise?” The question is mumbled from how close Alek’s mouth is to my hardened cock, and I swear, I feel my soul ascend when he licks a line up the underside of it.
“I missed the taste of you.” Alek peppers open—mouthed kisses along my shaft that make me whine in an almostembarrassing way. I find it hard to be skittish about the noises this man draws from me when I am rewarded with the delicious feeling of Alek’s sinful mouth wrapped around me.
“Jesus Christ,Alek,” I curse, my eyes focusing only on where Alek keeps taking me deeper and deeper. The sight of those pouty lips stretching to their limit as Alek reaches my base and the gathering tears in his eyes while he fully envelopes me in his throat has me reeling.
“You take me so well, baby.” I caress the hollow of his cheek, down to his jawline where I gently cup his face in my hand. My other hand is still tightened in his hair, simultaneously keeping him in place and providing an anchor for myself.
Now that I control his movements, I pull at his light brown waves and slowly ease Alek’s mouth off my cock. A line of saliva drips down his chin as he catches his breath.
“Alek, look at me,” I demand, my hand guiding his chin to tilt in my direction. “You are going to play with your cock while I use your mouth, understand?”
I revel at Alek’s hungry nod in response.
“Good boy.”
Alek rushes to free his cock from his boxers as I plunge myself back into his waiting mouth. We fall into a rhythm of thrusts, groans, and grinding. I feel the searing skin of Alek’s cock against my calf as he fists himself in time with my thrusts, gifting me with another point of needed connection.
