Page 30 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

He quietly shushes me, kissing me tenderly.

Up until now, our kisses have mostly been hurried, frantic, and heated.

But this kiss is languid and slow. The softness of his lips against mine has more tension easing from my body, and my legs begin to tremble.

Luke guides me backwards until my shoulders hit the wall behind me, propping me up.

And still, he continues kissing me. He takes his time, never speeding up or pushing for more.

Occasionally, his tongue flicks along the seams of my lips but he seems content to just kiss me.

And the entire time, his fingers gently trail up and down my back.

At best, I was hoping he would be able to ignore my scars. I wasn’t expecting… this.

Our lips are swollen by the time we finally pull apart, the room quiet aside from our panting.

“I want to see you. Every vulnerable part, and every inch you hide from everyone else. Maybe I’m selfish when it comes to you, because I want it all .

” His eyes darken as they rove down my torso, his hand trailing through the sparse hairs near my happy trail.

The tips of his black-painted fingernails pause on the edge of my towel, the damp fabric now hanging low on my waist. My muscles jump under his touch, heat swirling in my gut as my cock begins to tent the cotton material.

“Maybe if I were better with words, you would believe me. Maybe I can show you? ”

I swallow, and my voice comes out breathless. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

I hesitate still, despite the conviction in his voice and the pre-cum beginning to ooze from my tip.

Not only do I want his hands on me, I’ve been craving his touch since the first time I saw him.

And although he’s touched me, I’ve not really let him explore me yet.

I don’t usually set myself up to be…vulnerable in front of others.

“You’re still in charge here, big guy. I just want to make you feel good,” Luke reassures me, somehow knowing the exact words I need to hear.

He presses a kiss to my chest, his lips trailing up my neck with nipping kisses.

When he makes it to my ear, his warm breath making my skin pebble with goosebumps, his teeth tug on my lobe. “Should I get on my knees and beg?”

I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. “I like that idea.”

“Turn around again.” The breathless plea in his voice makes my stomach flip.

Hesitating only briefly, I do as he requests.

Exposing my back once more, I plant both palms on the wall in front of me and ignore the slight tremor running through my fingers.

The sensation of his hands on my bare hips, his warm lips grazing my scarred back make me jump.

A strangled, surprised sort of moan escapes me when those lips begin trailing down my back.

“Luke, fuck,” I hiss.

He hums softly against my skin, taking his time as he trails downward. He alternates between gentle, chaste kisses and nipping ones. His mouth sucks my skin, making my knees tremble. He continues the pattern for several long minutes, something like awe filling me as pleasure curls in my stomach.

Nobody has… No body has ever…

Before long, my cock is aching and precum is sliding down my shaft.

A quiet rustling reaches my ears, my eyes opening as Luke gently taps my hip in a silent request to turn again.

My heart stalls in my chest, all the blood in my body rushing south at the sight of Luke Parker on his knees for me.

His pupils are blown with desire as he blinks up at me through his long lashes, his lips parted with a hungry, pleading expression.

Fuck.

“Can I please put your cock in my mouth?”

My head thumps back against the wall. “Shit, I think I’m going to come.”

He smirks. “That’s the point.”

“Brat,” I mutter, although there’s no real bite to it.

His hands grasp the edges of my towel, but he makes no move to take it off. He waits for my permission.

“You don’t have to…” I trail off, my fingers curling in on themselves.

God, even the idea of his mouth on my cock has me on the verge of coming.

But this is all still so new to him, and he’s never done this before.

I don’t want to push him too far too fast. Selfishly, I want him to enjoy sucking me off.

Want him to crave it, to wake up with his mouth wrapped around it.

If I push him too far, if I make him uncomfortable… I don’t want to do that to him.

“Will you please teach me to suck your cock the way you like it?”

“Fuck!” I bark out the word, my hips punching forward once like they just can’t control themselves.

I’ve tried to be considerate here, to allow him to explore this new side of his sexuality slowly.

But a man can only hold back so much, especially when Luke Parker is on his knees saying things like please so sweetly .

“My towel,” I command gruffly. Luke, bless his eager hands, doesn’t hesitate.

Within seconds, his fingers are pulling on the edges of the towel, and it flutters to the ground in a heap.

My now erect cock points towards my stomach, the flared head red and angry.

Luke stares at it, his tongue gliding along his lower lip in a frankly obscene way.

“Put it in your mouth, baby,” I encourage him.

He does as I instruct him, his lips wrapping around my cockhead. I hiss when his tongue flicks along the sensitive head, the sight of my cock disappearing into his mouth making me want to shout in triumph. The sensation of his wet heat wrapping around me is…indescribable.

“Such a good boy to get on your knees for me,” I murmur, my thumb swiping across his cheek. His eyelids flutter, and then he moans. The gentle vibrations make me hiss with pleasure. His movements, although tentative and somewhat clumsy, are eager. I rumble my appreciation.

Then he tries to take more of me. The sound of his quiet gagging fills the room, his eyes rounding in what looks like alarm when his throat constricts around my cockhead.

I immediately try to pull out of his mouth, but he gives me a muffled protest, his nails digging into my thighs.

He narrows his eyes, and I push down a breathy chuckle.

“Breathe through your nose, baby, and relax your throat,” I softly murmur.

Waiting until he visibly relaxes, I gently cradle his head in my hands.

He peers up at me with trust in his eyes, not an ounce of hesitation to be seen.

That show of faith somehow makes my cock even harder, which is a feat, considering I’m already rock hard.

“Pinch my thigh if it’s too much,” I tell him, waiting for his subtle nod before I slowly begin to thrust. My eyes remain glued to his face as I make little grunting noises, unable to keep them bottled inside as he lets me use his mouth.

The sight of his puffy, kiss-swollen lips stretched around my cock is almost too much to bear.

“Let me use you, baby, just like that,” I praise him. “So fucking good for me.”

His eyelids are droopy, a puddle of drool pooling around the edges of his lips as I continue thrusting.

With a jolt of pleasure and triumph, I realize he’s enjoying this.

That thought makes my balls throb, and with a muffled curse, I increase my speed just a little.

My cockhead hits the back of his throat, and he makes another pretty gagging noise for me.

But this time, it’s accompanied by a noise of encouragement.

I keep my movements languid and slow, my lips parted as I pant.

It’s not about being rough, but rather, it’s the control he relinquishes to me that pushes me towards the edge of oblivion.

Every time I’m with him, there’s an intricate dance of give and take that I crave .

For every ounce of control he relinquishes, the more he lets go and just feels.

Having that precious trust and watching him let go, it’s like a fog of endorphins swirling around my brain.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” I warn him, my heart soaring when he doesn’t pinch my thigh. With every slow, languid thrust forward, his tongue glides along the rigid veins of my cock until my eyes are rolling upward. “And it’s all for you. Every drop, so don’t fucking waste it.”

His strangled whimper is what does me in. I cry out, my mouth falling open as I jerk forward one last time. My orgasm ripples through me, and as I’m spilling into his waiting mouth, he swallows around me.

“Holy shit,” I pant, my knees trembling.

Releasing my grip, I pull out. A thin string of saliva stretches from my softening cock to his lips, where a dribble of my cum is smeared on the corner of his mouth.

Brushing it up with my thumb, I don’t even have to voice my intentions.

Luke immediately parts his lips, sweetly allowing me to push my thumb inside where his tongue swirls around the pad.

“That was…You’re amazing,” I whisper before clearing my throat.

As I help Luke into a standing position, he swipes the back of his hand along the drool still coating the corner of his lips.

They twitch, a tiny smile threatening to spread across his handsome features.

Warmth infuses my entire being. It’s with a startling realization that I think maybe… I think I’m falling in love?

I arch my head back, a quiet, disbelieving chuckle tumbling from my chest. After forty-three years, I’ve finally found my person. The one person who seems to accept me, weird quirks and all. A sassy, mouthy brat who can occasionally be coaxed into being a good boy.

And he’s my son’s best friend.

Because of course he is.

“What?” Luke chuckles.

I shake my head, my smile slipping because I’m not sure how to voice all these intense emotions yet.

In lieu of a response, I surge forward and take his mouth in a deep kiss.

He immediately softens against me, letting my tongue flick against his as I guide him until he’s the one against the wall.

My hands roam down his torso, palming his jean-clad erection as he hums into my mouth.

“Alek?” he murmurs.

When he sounds a little unsure, a bit timid, I pull back to look down at him. He bites his bottom lip, and I can’t help but tug the soft flesh away from his teeth.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Will you… I was wondering if maybe, um…”

I tilt my head, barely resisting the urge to sweep him into my arms and tell him he can ask me anything. If it’s in my power to give it to him, I will. “What is it, sweetheart? ”

“When it’s just us, will you let me see you more often?

” He averts his eyes, shifting uncomfortably.

The rest of his words come out in a hurried rush, like he’s trying to rip a Band-Aid off.

“Like, without clothes. And let me touch you more? I mean, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

I get you don’t like people to see your scars, but I think you have a beautiful body, and I like looking at it. I like it when you let me touch you.”

My stomach flips once, twice, three times.

Inhaling a steadying breath as I try to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth, I guide one of his hands to rest over my heart.

His eyes slowly slide back to mine. “I would love that,” I admit, my confession nothing more than a croaked whisper as my tongue darts out to lick my dry lips.

Luke relaxes then, gifting me with the most dazzling smile.

Suddenly, the idea of letting him in—sharing every piece of myself with him—isn’t nearly as scary as it was just a few short hours ago.

My story isn’t a pretty one, and it won’t be a pleasant conversation, but I want to show him every piece of myself I’ve kept hidden in the dark from everyone else. Even Caleb only knows parts of it.

My knowing gaze travels down to the erection still tenting his jeans, and I flash him a cocky smirk before slowly lowering to my knees.

Orgasms first, talk later.

After all, he’s been so good, and he deserves his reward.