Page 15 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

His mouth leaves my cock with a wet pop. “You gonna let me play with your hole?” he purrs.

“God, yes. I want to try that.”

He smirks. “So eager.”

“Put your finger inside me.”

My cry is a mixture of shock and pleasure when his hand smacks my cock.

“Don’t be a mouthy brat,” he warns me. “Unless you’re telling me to stop or slow down, you’re not the one in charge here.”

Fuuuuck.

“Stop talking like that, or I’m going to come,” I murmur.

His eyes light up with surprise before his lips curl into a pleased little grin. Then his hands are on his belt, slowly tugging them open. When his thick, girthy erection is freed, I stare at the engorged veins and the precum oozing from the tip. He’s about the same length as me, but thicker.

Shit. Are we about to have sex? I’m not sure I’m ready to put that thing inside me .

Whatever he sees on my face makes his eyes soften. “Relax. We’re not doing that.”

“Oh.” I am both relieved and disappointed.

His expression turns molten again as his hand slides down his length, his eyelids fluttering as he grips himself around the base. “I don’t have any lube, so we’ll have to improvise.”

I scrunch my nose up, and his responding chuckle is dark. “What?” I ask.

When his big fingers swipe up the precum oozing from his tip, his meaning becomes clear and my entire body turns into an inferno. I whine, eagerly widening my legs in invitation. Why is the idea of Alek using his own precum as lube, and having part of him inside me, so hot?

I grunt at the first brush of his slick fingers in the crease between my ass cheeks, his finger gently circling around my hole.

“Relax,” he soothes me. “Don’t think, just feel.”

Closing my eyes, I focus on the odd sensation. It feels dirty and wrong, like some forbidden activity that doesn’t belong in the daylight. And it’s…. strangely pleasurable.

Not wrong or dirty.

Right.

“There you go,” he murmurs.

I become lost to the pleasure, the area around my hole surprisingly sensitive.

His hot mouth envelopes my cock again, his hand gripping the base while he sucks and licks.

He groans around it, and I release little mewling noises as his persistent fingers continue rubbing and circling.

I relax into the strange, new touch, my muscles turning to jelly with each aching throb of my balls.

I’m making sounds I don’t even know the meaning of.

“Uggh. ”

The tip of Alek’s finger finally slips inside, and my eyes fly open as I cry out his name.

He glides his finger into the knuckle, the stretch both a slight burn and not enough.

His finger pumps in and out of me while my hips continue to rock.

I release a noise of protest when his mouth slides off my cock.

“Think you can take another one?” Alek asks, his voice husky and his pupils blown with lust.

I nod frantically. “Please.”

He smirks. “So, you do have manners.”

“Alek, please .”

After gathering more of his precum, his mouth returns to my cock and he slips another finger inside. I hiss at the burning stretch but quickly relax as the pleasure only increases. My balls draw up tight as I groan, and my thighs begin trembling. I’m so close, but I need…

“Look at you,” Alek croons. “Being such a good boy and taking my fingers.”

“Holy…fucking…shit.”

My brain goes haywire, endorphins lighting up my nervous system as it spins out of control. My mouth falls open as I pant, my brain sinking into this foggy haze where I feel nothing but unending, blissful pleasure. In those moments, I become his puppet. His to play with however he wants.

“You’re going to be really good and come for me, aren’t you?”

Alek’s mouth makes it back on my cock just as my orgasm hits me. It slams into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away, my throat going hoarse as I cry out and spill inside his mouth. He swallows every drop I give him, his fingers and mouth releasing me when the sensations become too much .

I sag against the wall, my mind blissfully blank. There’s a weightless quality to my limbs, and I’m pretty sure if I weren’t against the wall right now, I would be a heaping pile of goo on the floor.

I pant, boneless and enraptured as Alek begins tugging on his own cock.

His red, angry cockhead disappears inside his tight fist as he pumps.

He’s still on his knees in front of me, staring at me like he wants to devour me.

On impulse, I drop to my own knees before holding my shirt up to expose my abs.

“Come on me,” I offer breathlessly.

He grunts, his eyes flaring wide as I shuffle closer.

Within seconds, his gruff moans are bouncing around the small space just as his cock jerks and erupts onto my belly.

I peer down, my dick trying to rally at the feel of his warm cum coating my skin.

Despite the mess we’ve made, I like the sight of his cum sliding into the divots of my muscles.

It makes me feel…owned. Possessed, but in the best way possible.

Without giving it much thought, I swipe my index finger through the sticky mess and bring it to my mouth. Alek curses as my finger disappears behind my lips, the salt and musk of him exploding across my tastebuds. When I begin to reach down for more, Alek groans.

“Jesus Christ, give an old man a break. You’re going to kill me.”

I snicker and let my shirt fall back down. A flush creeps across my cheeks at the pleased expression playing across his face. “You’re not old.”

His only reply is a snort-laugh.

We both stand up on shaky legs, tucking our soft cocks back into our pants and righting our clothes. Alek finds some paper towels stashed onto one of the shelves and tears the plastic open so we can clean the cum off our skin .

My mind is buzzing with new possibilities, while he becomes quiet and pensive. I don’t like the tense set of his jaw, or the way he refuses to meet my eyes.

Shouldn’t I be the one having second thoughts here?

And also, I don’t want him to regret me.

“This can’t happen again,” he finally says.

I heave an involuntary sigh, disappointment settling like lead inside my gut. “You said that before, but why does it have to be a one-time thing?”

He gives me a pointed look. “Because I’m your boss. I’m in a position of authority over you, and sleeping with you is unethical.”

“Didn’t stop you from finger fucking me in a supply closet,” I murmur dryly. “What happened to living by your own standards?”

He rolls his eyes. “For someone who just came apart on my fingers and mouth, you’re giving an awful lot of attitude right now.”

I huff. “So, you’re just leaving?”

He turns toward the door, speaking to me over his shoulder. “Yes, Luke. A one-off in a club is one thing, but fucking on a regular basis is something entirely different.”

“You’re just going to decide for both of us without even listening to what I have to say? Are you always this controlling?”

He turns back toward me with an arched eyebrow. “I didn’t hear any complaints about how controlling I was a few minutes ago.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

He frowns. “Are you going to be okay?”

Despite feeling pissy about his rejection, and wanting to sulk, I assure him multiple times I’m fine. This furrow appears between his eyebrows, like maybe he doesn’t know if he should believe me. Eventually he relents and opens the door before tentatively poking his head out .

He peers back at me. “Are you coming?”

I shake my head. “So everybody can catch us walking out of a closet together with sex hair? Hard pass.”

Alek snorts, muttering something unintelligible under his breath but doesn’t question my excuse. Before long, the door is shutting behind him with a quiet click and I’m enveloped in the semi-dark, silent space by myself.

In truth, my mind is spinning, and I need a few minutes to gather my thoughts before going back out into the loud noises and bright lights of the club. Slowly sliding down the wall, I rub a hand over my face as I settle onto the floor.

If I’m being honest with myself, this encounter was a long time coming.

Some part of me has known for a while now that I find other men attractive, but meeting Alek has really cemented that.

Hell, I met him once at an engagement party and I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.

Still, despite my tendencies to jump headfirst into new experiences, some part of me feared taking that final leap.

Why? I’ve just experienced the most addicting high I’ve ever felt.

Something about the encounter was just…right.

And I want more. More of his kisses, his touches that are a weird mixture of rough and soft, and even his sensual praises and bossy commands.

Remembering the things he said to me makes my belly swoop, my heart race, and my cock jerk.

He's the last person I should want. He’s Caleb’s dad, for crying out loud. Do I really want to risk one of my only friendships? If we do hook up again, and I fuck things up like I did in my last relationship, would he fire me? Honestly, I should be running for the hills, not begging him to fuck me.

Right or wrong, I want another taste of Alek Cromwell.