Stoking the Fire (Salus Security #1) - Teodora Kostova Page 0,65

like Alec does; no man has ever made my stomach clench with lust just by looking at me.

“Like that?” he asks breathlessly as he grinds his hips into me, driving his cock into his palm and over mine.

I’m too far gone to form words. All I manage is a loud moan and a tilt of my hips that drives our cocks even closer.

And then Alec tightens his fingers, making me see stars. I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind.

“I’m close,” he says, the words strained. “Zach…”

I don’t know what he wants to say or if my name’s a complete sentence. My mind’s a pit of need that I need to fill before I explode.

With a hand behind his neck, I bring Alec’s mouth back to mine and plunder it with kisses that’re too desperate to be called kisses. They’re a raw expression of need, too hard, and yet too precious.

Because once we’ve satisfied the yearning inside us, what will be left? Awkwardness? Or even worse—regret?

I shove the thought out of my mind, letting the desire take over once again. My body’s trembling, my skin tingling, and my dick feels too sensitive in Alec’s grip. As if feeling my momentary distraction, Alec’s kisses slow to a languid, maddening rhythm that makes me melt into him. He’s kissing me as if he means to keep kissing me. Forever.

The thought amplifies everything I’m feeling, and the moment Alec sucks on my tongue and jacks his hips into his fist with more force than before, I’m done for. My vision goes white, and all my thoughts are shattered into a million colorful shards. I’m floating on the best orgasm I’ve ever had, in the arms of the man I could never let go of.

Alec moans my name and follows me over the edge. I feel hot pulses of cum spilling between us, coating both our dicks. His movements slow, and the friction becomes less intense with the added lubrication.

His heavy breathing tickles my neck, and I can feel his heart’s frantic tattoo against my chest. Rolling over, Alec gasps for breath, throwing an arm over his eyes. I flop half on top of him, throwing a leg over his thighs.

“You should go to the store,” I say, my breathing still shallow. “Because we’re definitely doing this again.”

I must have dozed off again; when I wake up, I’m alone in the bed. The skin on my stomach feels sticky, and all my muscles ache as if I ran a lap around the lake.

Rolling onto my back, I sigh dreamily. Despite the aches and pains in my body, the mess on my stomach, and the jumbled thoughts trying to organize themselves into an anxiety attack, I feel content. Happy, even.

After I allow a few moments to bask in the afterglow of great sex, I get up and, without bothering to get dressed, head to the bathroom. The moment I open the bedroom door, I smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen. On cue, my stomach rumbles.

I can’t eat breakfast naked and covered in dried cum, though. So, first things first.

I shower as quickly as I can, already imaging all the fried things Alec’s making. If there’s bacon, I may fall on my knees and ask him to marry me. Or blow him. Whatever feels natural in that moment.

I haven’t had bacon in years—my mother’s aggressive healthy eating mantra is so deeply ingrained in my brain that even as a grown man I can’t shake it off—so I should be allowed a bit of overexcitement over the prospect of having fried, crispy bacon.

Turning the water off, I realize I’ve padded here stark naked and didn’t bring any clothes. But, the beauty of being holed up in a cabin at the edge of the world is that I can go out and run naked in the woods, and nobody will see me. Well, maybe Alec will, on his gazillion cameras, but he’s allowed.

With a smile, and feeling clean and refreshed, I walk out of the bathroom and head to the living room in search of my bag. And there, wearing only his pajama bottoms, is Alec.

“Morning,” I say.

He blinks slowly, his eyes roaming over my naked body in a very satisfying way. I feel a flush creep up my chest and onto my face.

“Morning,” he says, still frozen in place, watching me intensely with those beautiful brown eyes.

He adopts a carefully maintained blank expression as if he’s not sure how he’s supposed to behave now that we