Stoking the Fire (Salus Security #1) - Teodora Kostova Page 0,69

pours some on his palm, then pumps his cock, his eyes never leaving mine. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against the sheets, the friction nothing like what I need, but I’m desperate.

Alec’s on me like a panther pouncing on its prey. His hand lands on my hip, pressing it down and stilling my movement.

“Don’t you dare come before I’m inside you.” He smacks my ass, making me cry out. My cock twitches, desperate for attention. I roll my hips again, looking at Alec as I do it. “Is that how it’s going to be?” The grin he gives me is deliciously evil.

He smacks my other ass cheek, and then again, and again, and I’m beyond the point of no return.

“Please… just fuck me, please, Alec. I can’t…”

I must sound as desperate as I feel because I feel him straddle my thighs and then the drip of lube down my crack. And then a finger as he teases and stretches me, and then another one.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he rasps.

I push against his fingers, coming up on my knees. I need to reduce the friction on my dick, or I’ll come with Alec’s fingers in my ass.

“More…” I say, pushing back. Then louder, because he doesn’t seem to fucking get it. “More!”

“Jesus…”

His fingers disappear, his hand settling on my hip. I feel the head of his dick at my entrance and try to relax. I’m too keyed up to take him right now—Alec’s proportionate everywhere. I need time to adjust.

He goes slow. It still burns.

Until it doesn’t.

His cock glides over my prostate at the exact angle I need to see stars. I moan, loud and long, bending down to rest my head on pillow, ass still in the air.

“Okay?” Alec asks, voice strained.

I can’t find words right now.

“Zach…” There’s a warning in his voice, and I’m afraid he might stop, so I manage to mumble a few words that seem to satisfy him.

He pulls all the way out, then slides back in. Then slowly does it again. Too slowly. I need fucking more.

I buck against him, meeting his movements half way. “Fuck me harder already!”

He moans, hands tightening on my hips, then slams into me exactly how I want it. I shout his name, then again and again until my voice’s too hoarse for words.

Alec bends over me, hands on the mattress, hips pumping into me relentlessly, breath hot on my neck.

“I’m close,” he manages, voice as hoarse as mine. “Jack yourself off. I want to feel you come.”

It takes three strokes before I’m coming so hard my eyes roll back. Time seems to stop, and all I can feel is pleasure, spilling all over my body, making me limp with relief.

I collapse on the bed, taking Alec down with me. He loses his rhythm, but quickly finds it again, thrusting inside me, chasing his own orgasm.

“So good… so fucking good,” he chants.

I squeeze my ass around him, and he comes with a hoarse shout, hips moving erratically, hot cum spilling inside me, heart beating so fast I can feel it against my back.

Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I feel his cum leak out and run down my thigh. My dick twitches at the thought.

“Fuck, baby,” Alec says, his breathing still labored.

He lies on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling as if he can’t believe what just happened, chest slick with sweat. I scoot closer, licking a trail from his throat to his mouth, then kissing him. He responds eagerly as if we didn’t just fuck our brains out, but are just starting.

“I hope you have a washing machine in here because you made a mess. And I’m not washing the sheets in the lake.”

Alec’s laughter rumbles through his chest as he closes his arms around me and rolls me on top of him.

“I do.” He kisses me sweetly, fingers prodding at my entrance, smearing his cum. “But we’re not done messing up the sheets yet.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Alec’s arm is mostly healed, but he still needs to keep the bandage on for a few more days. Insisting he’s well enough, he decides today is the day we’ll be sorting out the weeds in front of the house. No amount of sweet-talking will get him to change his mind, so I reluctantly follow him out onto the front porch.

My weeding skills are highly inadequate, so I mostly sit on the porch and ogle Alec’s ass as he bends, or his thighs as he moves, or his