Page 16 of Claimed By the Bookstore Alpha
He slid a hand between us and wrapped his fingers around both our cocks. The firm pressure had me thrusting into his grip while my hand covered his and guided his strokes. His thumb swiped over the head of my cock and charged my body with jolts of pleasure.
The room filled with our panting and skin gliding against skin, along with the wet, rhythmic sound of his hand working us both. The lamplight highlighted the sheen of sweat on his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Never.”
I lowered my head, capturing his mouth again in a kiss as he pumped both our cocks.
“I’m close, Flynn,” he mumbled into my mouth.
“Me too. Come with me.”
My cock slid against his within the tight circle of our hands. The pressure built and I focused on his face. He groaned and closed his eyes and cum spilled from his length. My orgasm ripped through me like a wave of white-hot ecstasy. I thrust hard and spurted over his hand and onto his stomach.
Clark’s chest heaved beneath me as his flushed skin gleamed in the lamplight.
“Okay?” I murmured and brushed my lips over his brow.
He nodded against my shoulder. “More than okay.”
We lay wrapped in the quiet aftermath of our orgasms and the only sounds were our breaths and the faint hum of the city. But I was greedy for him and my hand drifted lower, tracing over his spine and the curve of his ass. He shivered and his cock stirred against my thigh.
“Flynn?”
I met his eyes. The dazed look was gone, replaced by heat.
“I want more,” I admitted as my thumb traced the swell of his ass cheek.
His hands cupped my face. “I want you inside me.”
My hand slid between us again and my fingers found his hole. I patted around his entrance, slippery with slick and eased in one finger. Clark gasped but urged me to continue. He was sotight and warm, and I pushed in to the first knuckle. I applied gentle pressure, in and out, and he groaned.
My cock throbbed, imagining being sheathed inside his heat.
“More,” he whispered. “Another finger.”
I pressed another in beside the first. He hissed and his hands fisted the sheets.
“Breathe,” I reminded him, my own breath coming fast. I crooked my fingers and Clark writhed in the bed. His body shuddered. “Oh my gods, yes. That’s so good.”
Moments later as I finger fucked him, his body jerked violently, a strangled cry tearing from his lips. More cum streamed from his length.
When he opened his eyes, he yelled, “Fuck! What was that?” He trembled and I held him close until his breathing returned to normal.
I’d enjoyed watching him unravel but now he begged me to put my cock in him. “I love your fingers but I need all of you.”
I positioned myself between his legs and hooked his knees over my forearms, lifting his hips. The position opened him wide, making him vulnerable. My gaze locked on his but all I saw was trust.
I lined up the thick head of my cock against his entrance. Heat radiated from both our bodies and I pressed forward, agonizingly slowly, feeling the incredible tightness yield inch by inch.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I pushed deeper until I was buried to the hilt, enveloped in slick, clenching heat. We both panted, suspended in the intensity of that first full coming together.
“Gods, you’re so tight. You feel incredible.” The words were inadequate but I hoped my length, lips and hands would do the talking for me.
“Flynn, move.”
I pulled back slowly, savoring the journey and how his body clung to me and was reluctant to let go. Then I thrust back in, this time much faster. Air whooshed out of his mouth and a moan vibrated deep in his chest. I set a slow, deliberate rhythm with long, deep strokes. Being inside him was so good.
