Stoking the Fire (Salus Security #1) - Teodora Kostova Page 0,67
words I try to say but fail miserably.
And then he cups the back of my neck, drags me closer, and kisses me.
He must have found what he’s looking for.
Alec’s mouth on my cock is driving me crazy. After teasing me out of my mind, he’s determined to make me beg, and scream, and fuck his mouth until he’ll just fucking let me come. But every time I nearly topple over the edge, he slows down, or reduces the pressure, or squeezes my shaft and licks my balls until I’m a sweaty, mumbling mess but still unable to come.
“I fucking hate you, you prick…” I manage, my voice gruff. “Just… Oh fuck, just like that.”
I grab his head, not letting him pull away as he starts sucking me in earnest, his tongue teasing the shaft, his cheeks hollowing around the head. He moans around me, his eyes rolling back as my cock swells and explodes in his mouth. I’m not applying too much pressure on his head; he can pull away if he wants to.
But he doesn’t. He swallows my load and keeps sucking, lapping at the cum that spills down my softening cock with as much enthusiasm as I did just minutes before.
“Fuck,” I groan, my heart racing.
I lick my dry lips, still tasting Alec on my tongue. He slides up my body and kisses me, the tastes of both of us mixing deliciously. I could kiss him all night.
All too soon, he pulls away, his breathing labored. He kisses my nose and then stands. “Come.” He offers me a hand and a cheeky smile. “Let’s go shower.”
He waggles his eyebrows as I place my hand in his, and he pulls me up, kissing me breathless.
I don’t think I can go again so soon after coming so hard.
Turns out, I’m wrong.
Chapter twenty-six
Alec traces the raven tattoo on my hip, a gentle finger following the curved lines. The moon shines brightly through the window, like a spotlight on us—two lovers in bed, suspended in time.
“Before,” I say, finally managing to untangle my thoughts. “It wasn’t the right time.” Alec’s dark eyes reflect the moonlight as he gazes at me. “I didn’t love myself—hell, I didn’t even like myself—and I couldn’t be with anyone. I couldn’t see it then. I thought we were perfect together and blamed you for breaking us up. But it wasn’t your fault. It just wasn’t the right time.” I watch as Alec’s throat bobs as he swallows, his eyes still glued on me as if he’s afraid if he looked away, I’ll disappear. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I did. And I’m sorry I hurt you.”
He licks his lips, casting his eyes down, long lashes fanning over his cheekbones. “You’re right. It wasn’t the right time.” He looks up again, fingers digging into my hip. “But it wasn’t just you. I had a truckload of issues, too. And I tried to force you to change when you weren’t ready.” His hand slides up until it rests on my waist. “I wanted to get you away from the people who were using you, who were plying you with alcohol, and pretending to be your friends. You had no one—your sister was withdrawn and barely speaking to you, your mother was always away, your father always busy. Your friends,” he spits the word out, a shadow passing over his face, “they were the only people who were around when you needed to feel you belonged. And you couldn’t see the devastating effect they had on you. I wanted to protect you. To whisk you away.” He lets out a scoff, his lips curving into what looks more like a sneer than a smile. “I didn’t want to let go of you.” His hand feels heavier on my hip, fingers pressing into my skin. I can’t look away from his face, don’t dare breathe louder in case he stops talking. “But you stuck your tongue down Laskin’s throat that same night, and I thought that was the answer I needed. So I left.”
“I’m sorry…” I try, but he’s already shaking his head.
“I wanted to help you the way I thought was right. I didn’t consider what you really needed. And you retaliated. Simple as that.”
“I had to let you go, Alec. I couldn’t let us break up and stay friends or some shit. I couldn’t keep any hope for us alive. And that was the only way I knew how to push you away for good.” I swallow