Page 24 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

Alek

“ W hat are you doing?” I bark, dropping the duffel bags and gaping at Luke.

After walking into the house with knots in my stomach, unsure what to expect and fearing he would wake up with regret, I thought he might be hiding in the guestroom or sulking over breakfast. This, however, did not cross my mind.

My gaze zeroes in on the sight of a bare-ass, naked Luke sitting on my leather couch, his mouth-watering erection on display, and phone posed over it. Seeing that beautiful, hard cock glistening with precum at the flared head makes my body buzz with instant arousal.

“Uh, shit. I can explain,” he hastens to say, his phone tumbling onto the floor. It lands screen up, with the camera lens open.

I stiffen, folding my arms to lean against the door frame. I’m both pissed off and turned on now. It must show on my face because Luke visibly gulps, his Adam’s apple dipping. Less than twenty-four hours ago, I fucked him into the mattress until he was a writhing, whining mess.

If anybody should be getting pictures of his cock, it should be me .

I earned them.

I want them.

“I was taking a video…” he trails off, his hand still wrapped around his erection.

Heat pools in my belly, blood running to my own cock.

It begins to thicken, even as the jealousy consumes me.

It’s an ugly, sticky sensation swirling in my gut, banging on the door and demanding to be let out.

He swallows, squirming as I prowl toward him and sit on the edge of the coffee table, putting our bodies only inches apart.

I widen my knees and causally prop my arms on my thighs as I lean forward.

My voice is a low, steely rumble when I speak again.

“Well, don’t let me stop you. Go ahead and put on your little show.”

Shock flares across his face, his entire body freezing. But goddamn. His emerald irises are full of desire, the pupils darkening. It’s a sight to behold. The urge to touch him is nearly overwhelming. “Like, right now?”

I smirk. “Like, right now.”

“With…with you watching? ”

I cluck my tongue. “Don’t get shy on me now. If you’re going to let someone else watch you stroke that beautiful cock, then why can’t I?”

His eyebrows furrow, a wrinkle appearing on his forehead. His confusion is adorable, even though it makes me want to surge forward and bite those pouty lips. Then his mouth pops open, his hand finally releasing his dick. “Wait. You think I’m sending this to someone else?”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. I pause, giving him a searching look. “Aren’t you?”

“Uh, no.”

“Then…what’s it for?” I ask.

He arches an eyebrow until realization dawns on me, and I nearly choke.

I blink, my anger completely dissipating and my cock pressing against the zipper of my trousers as it turns rock hard.

I stare down at his erection, no doubt allowing him to see how much the idea thrills me.

“Greedy boy, was last night not enough? You were going to tease me some more?”

Luke sucks in a sharp breath, his cock jerking at greedy boy . He huffs out a quiet laugh, a breathy sound. “It was supposed to be a revenge jerk off video.” The mumbled words are so quiet, I have to strain to hear them.

“What’s a revenge jerk off video?”

He averts his eyes, his cheeks pinkening. “You weren’t there when I woke up, and I wanted you to see what you were missing.”

“Fuck. Me.” I don’t mean to say the words aloud, but they slide right out. My fists curl into tight little balls on my lap as I resist the urge to drag him to me, and I swallow hard.

He wanted me this morning.

He wanted me.

“You are greedy, aren’t you? I gave you my tongue and my cock last night, and you woke up wanting more . ”

A sort of breathy whimper is pulled from his throat before he cuts it off, trying to play it cool.

But his cock is drooling again, and his breaths are coming faster.

With a tortured growl, I lean forward. My hand wraps around his neck, hauling his lips against mine.

Our teeth clash, all finesse flying out the window in our urgency.

We swallow each other’s moans, our tongues flicking together.

“Alek,” he groans.

My eyelids grow heavy with lust, a rumble of approval escaping my throat when he pushes me back to straddle my hips.

I thrust upward, immediately seeking friction when he all but plasters his naked body to me.

A yearning to be naked along with him takes me by surprise and nearly punches the air from my lungs.

I want all that soft skin pressed to mine, want to feel the heat of it.

He grinds his cock against me, his hands clutching the front of my shirt while we continue kissing.

He whines against my lips, his hands forming claws against my shirt.

Even through the starched material, his blunt nails manage to dig into my skin.

His hips grind almost frantically, his hands attempting to pull me closer even though there isn’t a breath of air between us.

It's a heady sensation, being kissed by Luke Parker like he can’t get enough.

Like he would climb inside me if he could.

Like I’m somehow important to him.

Kissing Luke Parker is… everything .

We kiss until our lips are swollen, until we’re both panting, and my hands are guiding him as he grinds against me.

The kisses are drugging, dulling the edges of my tightly-wound need for control.

Maybe that’s why I barely notice the way his hands begin running up and down my chest, reverent touches like he can’t get enough.

But when they continue gliding upward, inching toward the scars on the tops of my shoulders, I’m hit with a blast of panic .

I know I can’t hide them forever, but I just want a little more time before he sees the truth.

That my outward appearance is a nicely-controlled facade when, in reality, I’m covered by the scars of my past. That the man he’s attracted to is so disfigured, there’s no way he would ever want to look at me fully unclothed or touch my back.

He wouldn’t kiss me like this if he knew.

On reflex, I capture his wrists in mine.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind the way I pinned his wrists last night.

In fact, it had seemed to heighten his pleasure.

Being allowed that sort of control over his body, the show of trust, had pushed me closer to the edge.

It does the same now, his eyes blowing wide open with lust when I pin both wrists behind his back in one hand.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I gruffly order.

He complies immediately, and I carry us the few steps from the coffee table to the couch.

We tumble onto the soft leather, my hand still pinning his wrists behind him as I straddle his waist. I settle my weight atop him, his body sinking into the plush material.

I press forward so my hard cock digs into his belly, then drag it against him so he feels how badly I want him.

Pleasure ripples through my limbs, and we both groan.

“Alek, touch me,” he begs.

I lean down, nipping his bottom lip one last time before whispering in his ear. “Finish the video.”

“What?” he gasps.

“I should punish you for being a brat.” I scoff, giving him a mock scolding look. “A revenge jerk off video. Did you think you were being clever?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I barely manage to hide my grin. “You’re lucky I want that video so badly, or I would edge you until you’re crying and leave you like that. ”

His eyelashes flutter, his face transforming into a mixture of nervousness and intrigue. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

I smirk. “You’ll find out the next time you want to act like a brat.”

In all honesty, I rather like the idea of edging him right up to his limits.

Although, orgasm denial isn’t usually my thing.

I crave my partner’s pleasure just as much, if not more, than my own.

The threat, however, feels delicious. The way Luke’s hips jerk up once in search of friction tells me he agrees.

“If I let go of your wrists, are you going to be good for me, and touch your cock?”

His nod is jerky. “Both of us though.”

My breath stutters, my heart slamming against my rib cage. A surge of heat slams into me, my hard cock leaking pre-cum.

My God, please let him be suggesting what I think he is…

“What?” I ask.

“I want to jerk both of us off at the same time while you record.”

Shaking my head, I huff out a quiet laugh. “You dirty little horndog. I love it.”

He grins, his dazzling smile making my heart skip a beat.

Letting go of his wrists, I lean across him to grab the bottle of lube I keep stashed between the sofa cushions before bending down to grab his phone off the floor.

In the meantime, Luke wastes no time popping the buttons open on my trousers and pulling the zipper down.

My pants and boxers are pushed down at the same time, relief flooding me to finally have my hard cock freed from the tight constraints.

He eyes it appreciatively, licking his lips.

For someone who claimed they were straight a week ago, he sure is eager to get his hands on me.

It’s such a turn-on .

Leaning back on my heels, I give Luke enough room to shuffle onto his knees.

He scoots forward until we’re chest to chest, nearly flush with each other.

Peering down between us, he lines our cocks up.

I drizzle a small amount of lube onto both of us before turning my attention back to his phone.

Just as his hand wraps around both cocks, my thumb hits the record button.

The sight of his fingers tipped in black-nail polish wrapping around both of our erections nearly has me going crossed-eyed. His touch, though tentative at first, has me moaning. His fingers glide up and down our lengths, smearing the lube.

“You should see how good we look together on the video,” I tell him.