Page 22 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

Luke

“ I ’m going to take your clothes off now,” Alek murmurs, his pause giving me ample time to protest. As if I would want to.

With me laying on my back and him leaning over me, I lift my hips so he can shimmy my sweatpants off.

This is quickly followed by my shirt, then his hands are tugging down my boxer briefs.

My erection bobs in the air, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the room from between the window blinds, highlighting the precum oozing from the tip.

Even in the dark, I can feel Alek’s eyes zeroing in on it. The heat of his gaze makes my cock jerk, and a low rumble is pulled from his chest.

“Your shirt,” I demand. It doesn’t matter that I can’t see him. I want him in all his naked glory, bare along with me. All of his skin on mine.

“No.”

I suck in a breath at his harsh tone, more heat pooling in my groin. “But I want to see you.”

“I’m not taking requests here, Luke,” he admonishes.

I roll my eyes. “Fine.”

“Do you want my cock, or do you want to act like a brat?”

“I have to pick? That’s not fair,” I protest.

Any other complaint I have dies on my lips when his hands grasp my knees, pulling them up and then out.

I gasp, my fingers digging into the soft bed sheets beneath me.

He may not have an unobstructed view thanks to the darkness, but the moonlight still leaves me more vulnerable and exposed than I’ve ever been.

And yet, it makes me want to thrust my hips.

“Unless you don’t want it, I’m putting my mouth on you,” he warns me. “I’ve wanted to know what you taste like ever since the first day I watched your firm little ass leave my office.”

“Please,” I rasp, thrusting my hips up for emphasis. Why wouldn’t I want his mouth on my cock again? I obviously enjoyed myself the last time and—

“Holy shit,” I bark the words out, my entire body jerking when his hands push my hips up and pull my ass cheeks apart, before his tongue glides up my crease. My eyes flare wide, nerve endings I didn’t know I had coming to life as Alek’s tongue circles my hole.

My mouth falls open on a moan. “I thought you meant—your tongue is on my… Fuck, that feels good. ”

It feels beyond just good . It feels wicked in the best of ways, his tongue buried between my ass cheeks while he laps at me like a starving man.

His wet tongue circles and circles, finally dipping inside.

One of his hands guides mine to hold my shaking knees open, the tip of his tongue flicking in and out while his other hand works my cock.

I thrash underneath him. “Oh my God…”

When he moans, his hips grinding into the mattress beneath him, the idea that he could be enjoying this just as much as me is nearly my undoing.

He finally pulls his mouth away, his saliva dripping between my cheeks as he pants. When his gaze meets mine in an errant beam of moonlight, his ravenous expression takes my breath away. His eyes are heavy lidded, his pupils blown with lust.

He tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “I’m not sure which I like better, the taste of your ass or your sweet cock.”

Is he serious right now?

Grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirts a generous amount between my cheeks.

He chuckles when the cold liquid makes me jump.

Then he adds a little more to his fingers, before slipping one between my cheeks.

We moan in unison when the tip of his finger breeches my hole.

It stretches me just a little, the lube sucking him right in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re going to strangle my cock, aren’t you?”

I moan his name, pleasure rippling through me as his finger pumps in and out.

I’m fully melted into the mattress now, my body limp and pliant as I greedily soak up every ounce of pleasure he’s giving me.

Before long, I’m thrusting my hips in rhythm with his pumping finger as my hands clamp around his wrists like I’m trying to tether him to me.

I never want this exquisite feeling to stop .

Before long, one finger becomes two. The stretch makes my movements stutter, and Alek’s hand quickly finds its way back to my cock while he murmurs soothing words of praise to me.

He tells me how good I feel around his fingers, how I’m being so good for him, that he’s going to make sure I’m nice and ready for his cock because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

I babble underneath him, whining as I become lust drunk. When two fingers become three, I welcome the stretch.

“Please,” I whine.

Finally, just as I’m on the verge of coming, he pulls out. Something occurs to me, and I stop him just as he’s reaching for a condom.

“Wait.”

He freezes, his gaze snapping to mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head, fidgeting a little under the intensity of his concern. “No, but I haven’t gotten to touch you yet. I want to…I want to know what you feel like.” My cheeks heat.

He seems to ponder this, a brief hesitation flickering across his face. But I don’t have time to wonder about it, because he straddles my waist. Both of his hands grasp mine, guiding one to rest on his hip. He guides my other hand to his erection, wrapping my hand around his length.

I gasp at the feel of his hot, hard skin beneath my palm. We both moan as he guides my hand up and down, showing me how he likes to be touched. His cock jerks in my grasp, the ridges of his veins brushing my palm as I stroke him. He oozes precum, and I use my thumb to smear it across his cockhead.

“Shit,” he hisses.

“Feels good?” I ask, slowing my movements as a trickle of uncertainty makes itself known.

“You’re going to make me come. ”

“Fuck, yes,” I murmur. I want that—want to be the reason he comes, want the evidence of it coating my palms. He grunts, his hips jerking when I increase my tempo. I grumble when he moves my hand away from his cock, and slides back down between my thighs.

He chuckles, the sound amused but also a little strained. Like maybe he was on the verge of coming and barely held himself back. “You want me inside you when I come, don’t you?” he asks.

I blink. “Yes, yes, I want that.”

A tiny fissure of nerves spears through me as he opens the condom and presents it to me.

With trembling fingers, I jerkily roll it down the length of his cock.

If he notices my sudden nerves, he doesn’t comment on it.

I’m honestly grateful for that. My nerves are mostly the good, excited kind.

But still, some part of me is afraid it’s going to hurt.

His hands squeeze both of my hips. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

I grunt when his big, fat cockhead begins to push its way inside me. Even though I knew it was coming, I’m still surprised by the intensity of the burn as the tip breaches my entrance. My body tenses, something inside me instinctively wanting to resist the invasion.

Alek pauses before murmuring soothingly to me, “Relax, you can take me.”

I shake my head and grit my teeth. “I want it, but I don’t know if I can…”

Alek wraps his hand around my cock and begins stroking it back to life.

My body lights up with electricity at his touch, and I moan when his thumb swipes over my sensitive cockhead.

He leans down, bracing himself with one arm over me as his tongue darts out to trace a light circle around my nipple.

He sucks and flicks at the bud, his hand still working my cock.

The dual sensations are delicious, and I find myself relaxing underneath him as that odd pleasure-haze begins to return.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Now, deep breath in and then exhale.”

I follow his instructions, gasping as his cock sinks a little deeper inside me.

He continues this pattern, making sure I’m still lust-drunk on pleasure before sinking another inch deeper.

Until finally, he sinks inside me to the hilt.

The burn begins to dissipate, the stretch to accommodate his thick girth becoming a welcome sensation.

He groans as his hips meet mine. His voice is strained, his arms trembling like the effort to hold back is just that hard. “You’re so tight.”

“Kiss me,” I demand. His eyes widen, a surprised grunt slipping from his throat when I suddenly grab the back of his neck and haul him toward me.

But he comes willingly, our lips sealing together.

A rumble of approval vibrates his entire chest as we continue kissing, his hand threading through my hair.

I gasp into his mouth when his hips begin to rock.

“Feel good?” he hums against my mouth.

I nod wordlessly. The feel of his cock sliding along my inner walls leaves me speechless.

Good isn’t the right word.

Out of this world.

Exquisite.

Fucking life-altering.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but being with Alek is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s nothing like the women I’ve dated. My sex life has always been fine. Satisfying but nothing extraordinary. But Alek’s cock has me seeing stars.

Alek peers down at our joined bodies, watching as he pulls out nearly all the way. “You look so good splayed out beneath me, your tight ass split open by my cock and taking every goddamned inch. I wish I could stay like this all night, watching it slide in and out.”

“Fuck,” I whine, my fingers scratching down his arms as his praise catapults me into new sensations.

My show of neediness spurs him on, a ravenous expression overtaking his face as he snaps his hips forward.

I arch my back, crying out when his cock slides against a new spot that makes my insides light up.

“There it is,” Alek murmurs. He picks up speed then, rolling and snapping his hips with enough force to fuck me into the mattress, just as I requested earlier.

When my hands scramble for purchase along his shoulders, my fingers digging into his back until I think I feel something hard and bumpy underneath his shirt, he grabs my hands in an iron-like grip and pins them to the mattress in one hand.

“You like taking my cock, don’t you?” he taunts breathlessly. A drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face as he pants over me, the thrust of his hips downright brutal. I nearly scream when he pegs my prostate again, his free hand bracketing my throat but never squeezing.

“Feels good… feels—Oh my God,” I babble, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head.

“Yeah, it does,” Alek grunts, sounding lost in his own world as his cock pumps in and out.

My balls tighten, the heat in my groin building into an inferno as I get closer to my release. Alek continues playing my body like it’s his own personal violin, and God how I want to be his instrument.

I whine beneath him, the corner of my eye tickling with an unshed tear as the pressure builds and builds.

“Please, I need …” I beg. What I’m begging for, I have no clue.

Alek, however, seems to understand Luke gibberish.

His hand leaves my throat to wrap around my cock.

It only takes a few strokes before my or gasm is rushing straight toward me, and I nearly scream when it hits me.

My cock erupts, my cum spilling all over Alek’s hand and dripping onto my stomach.

“Yessss.” Alek groans the single word into a long, drawn-out syllable as his thrusts become erratic.

“Knew you would be a good boy and come for me.” His hips snap forward one last time before his mouth falls open on an animalistic grunt, his warm cum filling the condom.

He releases my wrists, falling forward to nestle his forehead against mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and we lay there in each other’s embrace for long minutes as we pant.

My body is a melted pile of gooey warmth underneath him, my limbs heavy as my brain buzzes with post-orgasmic endorphins. I blink sleepily up at him, not quite sure what to make of his expression. He looks surprised but also… it’s this serious, searching look. I don’t know what he’s looking for.

Finally, he places a chaste kiss on my lips before pulling out.

I hiss at the odd sensation, and he gives me an apologetic smile.

“Stay here,” he says softly. He returns a moment later, and I don’t even protest when he cleans me up with a warm washcloth.

I could do it myself, but I don’t really want to.

I like having his full attention on me, his eyebrows furrowing with concentration as he gently wipes me down.

Rolling over on my side after he leaves to deposit the washcloth in the bathroom, I’m a little surprised when the bed dips behind me.

I thought he might want to go back to his own bed now, but the idea of not having to sleep alone makes my heart flutter.

He pulls me back against his chest, his arm over my waist as I snuggle back into the embrace.

“Thank you,” I whisper, knowing I don’t have to elaborate. Thank you for making me forget, for making me feel safe, for making me feel good when I have so little of it in my life right now .

He squeezes my hand. “It wasn’t exactly a hardship on my part,” he murmurs, making my lips spread into a silly grin as I chuckle.

Before long, my eyelids grow heavy with sleep. My breaths even out, and Alek is already snoring softly behind me. Just as I give into the pull of sleep, something occurs to me.

Alek never took his shirt off, and I never got to run my hands up the rippling muscles of his chest and back.

Bummer.