Page 30 of Salvaged Heart
“I’m fine. We were just dancing.”
That should have calmed me, but instead, it just stoked the fire to a higher temperature. The thought that Anders had wanted that attention, let that guy rub his filthy fucking hands all over his body and enjoyed it? Goddamn, it made me sick.
“Beck, what is going on?”
We made it out of the crowd, around the bar, to an empty alleyway lined with overflowing recycling containers. The bright stage lights barely reached back here, but enough that a soft, almost heavenly glow fell across his handsome face.
Not handsome—beautiful.
Every inch of Anders was breathtaking.
I didn’t know when I’d started to see Anders that way but now I had seen it, I couldn’t see anything else. Perhaps it was simply the new life that I had breathed into him, but his skin glowed a honey bronze, his eyes glittered with youth and pure joy. His full lips parted as if to ask me something, and I realized that minutes, maybe even hours, had passed, and I had been standing in a deserted alleyway surrounded by trash, just gazing at his face.
I tugged him against me, forcing his chin up so he had to look me directly in the eyes. His hazel orbs widened in either shock or fear, I couldn’t tell, but I no longer had control of my body. Anders’ lips parted softly again, and the overwhelming urge to crush mine to his overcame me. I didn’t have time to analyze this new and confusing feeling. It was so intense I barely had time to growl, “I didn’t like him touching you,” before my hand found the base of his neck, tilting his mouth to the perfect angle as I lowered my lips to his.
I didn’t let them touch, determined for him to decide whether to lean in the remaining millimeter that separated us. Let him decide if he wanted this as badly as I did.
When had that changed?
When had I started wanting him? I didn’t know, but in this moment, this one right now, it was all I could think about. I didn’t know what this meant in the grand scheme of things, but I did know that my heart would stop if he kissed me. And it would break if he did not.
The wave of electricity that shot through me almost made me come undone right there, but Anders froze. “Beck?” His voice the softest brush against my lips. For a heart-stopping second, I thought he would push me away, ask what the fuck had gotten into me, but then he closed the little distance left, finally bringing his mouth to mine.
At first, the kiss was soft and uncertain, barely a whisper, but I took what I could get, greedily swallowing the soft moan that left his lips. If this was all he would give me, it would be enough. It would have to be.
But fucking hell, it would never be enough.
Luckily for me, he seemed to agree, and his kiss became harder, deeper, and downright needy. Hands clutched my shirt, trying to pull me closer as I backed him slowly into the wall. One of my arms came to rest on the brick next to his head. The other cupped his face. His tongue traced my lips, begging to enter, and I parted them, welcoming the invasion. I was rewarded with a throaty moan, and I gulped it down like it was my life force. One thigh pushed between his, my mind having no idea what to do with my body but my heart and soul reaching out for him desperately. I wanted to fuse with him, push into him until we could not get any closer, until we were both melded together.
He rocked against my leg, grinding a slow rhythm. I could feel his cock thickening through both our jeans. I was already impossibly hard.
“Beck.”
My name barely a gasp. My hormone-ravaged mind couldn’t interpret the tone, but he wasn’t pushing me away. That had to mean something.
Nonetheless, I forced myself to check in with him. “Is…is this okay?”
He nodded frantically, a smirk tilting up the corners of his mouth. I kissed it away, desperate for more, but he pulled back again. “I should be asking you that. I didn’t know…”
“Me neither. But seeing his hands on you made me realize…Fuck, Anders.”
Our mouths crashed together once more, his hands sliding slowly down my waist before his finger slipped over the buckle of my belt. “Can I touch you? Beck, fuck let me touch you.”
“Please.” The word came out like a prayer.
That was the last thing I said to him as my mind became lost inside itself. My entire existence shivered as his lips left mine, kissing a trail over the stubble lining my jaw, down my neck. His tongue flicked out to lap at my pulse point as he tore my belt buckle open with a soft ding. Next came the top button of my jeans, followed by the slow, teasing drag of my zipper. Things were happening so quickly but, at the same time, not nearly quick enough. All I knew was if he didn’t touch me within the next few seconds, I might combust completely, and if he did touch me, then I would surely go up in flames.
Anders pulled his hand back, spitting in his palm, his eyes locked with mine as he did so. The act, combined with the look in his sparkling gaze, was so feral it made me whimper with anticipation. My whimper turned into a growl as his long fingers finally dipped inside my boxers and curled around the length of my aching cock, pulling me free. He gave me a few slow teasing tugs from root to tip, watching my face for a response. I moaned at the sensation, his palm warm, grip firm, the slide up and down…fucking perfection. My eyes closed, lost to the pleasure he was bringing me, spiraling into the vortex of emotion racking through my body.
“Eyes open, Beck,” he purred, “I want you looking at me when I make you cum.”
It took me a moment to cooperate, but finally, I forced them open and looked back at him with a hooded gaze. He continued to work me. An addictive combination of long strokes, teasing circles below my crown, and soft passes over my tip. I was already so fucking close.
He had never looked as gorgeous as he did right now, completely lost in bringing me pleasure. Bringing himself close to the edge as he continued to grind himself into my thigh. If I had been braver, if I had any clue what I was doing, I would havetaken control, released him from his jeans, and jacked him at the same time as he pumped me. Instead, I was paralyzed, one hand gripping his hip so hard I was probably leaving bruises, the other mapping the lines of his perfect face.
I traced my finger over his lip, and to my shock, he parted them, sucking it deep into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head at the act, his body beginning to shake as he rode the edge of pleasure. It was enough to pull me over the edge of mine. I came hard and fast, ropes of thick cum cascading over his fist, his name falling from my lips in a soft cry. I don’t think I have ever cum so hard in my life.
“Let me…you.” I could barely think in complete sentences, let alone get one out, but the need to bring him the same release he had brought me was a burning need. Almost as strong as the one that had led me to kiss him in the first place. My fingers awkwardly fussed at his belt, but he had fucked the coordination right out of me, and I couldn’t quite get it undone.
