Page 35 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

Luke

“ W ake up, sweetheart.”

I give a sleepy moan, arching my hips up as warm lips suck on the base of my neck. It feels like they’re marking me, branding me as theirs. This dream feels too good to wake up from just yet, the warmth of a firm body pressing me down into the mattress making me feel owned.

I mumble something incoherent, and it makes the visitor in my dreams chuckle softly. Hands stroke down my chest, a tongue flicking at my nipple before continuing down the divots of my abs. A hand wraps around the length of my cock, giving it a deliberate stroke.

Is this what a wet dream is? Am I about to get laid in my dreams?

I chuckle because Alek is going to be so pissed.

“Spread your legs, baby,” comes the dream voice, the husky rumble sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. Something about the oddly familiar voice makes me want to give them anything they ask for, just so I can please them. So, I open my legs, knowing if I do, they’ll praise me for it.

“Good boy.”

I bite down on my lip and whine, the praise making my body buzz with bliss.

Seconds later, a warm, wet mouth envelopes the crown of my cock, and I jerk with a cry as pleasure ripples through me.

Two strong arms pin my hips down, their tongue tracing light, teasing strokes around my cockhead before withdrawing.

“Shhh, you only get to come if you stay nice and quiet for me,” the voice warns.

I cut off the whimper building in my throat because I want to come. More hushed praises are whispered, sending chills down my spine, and I begin rocking my hips. I hiss quietly, clamping my lips together when a tongue lightly traces my length from base to root.

Didn’t Alek say he was going to wake me up with his hands and tongue?

“Alek?” I moan, reaching for the warm body. My hand lands on a firm, muscled back with patchy skin, and I run my palm down the expanse of rippling muscles.

Some of the sleepy fog of my brain starts to dissipate, but my heavy eyelids remain firmly shut as Alek hums in approval before sliding my cock into his mouth.

He begins sucking, his hand gently tugging on my balls as his tongue runs along the length of a rather prominent vein.

Then his finger is running along my taint, before swirling around my hole.

I gasp, my body jerking at the sensation of cold lube dripping onto my sensitive skin.

“You have to wake up if you want my cock,” Alek croons.

A muffled protest rumbles from my throat, because I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want these delicious sensations to end, I want him to stretch me with his fingers and then peg my prostate with that thick cock.

“Want it,” I murmur groggily.

A finger circles my hole before slipping inside to the knuckle, and I almost forget to be quiet. It pumps in and out as Alek leaves little bites along my hips. A second finger joins, stretching me, and then a third. My balls are throbbing now, and his fingers aren’t enough.

“Want your cock,” I croak.

“Then open those beautiful eyes, and beg for it,” he demands breathlessly.

My heavy eyelids flicker open, and I blink furiously to clear the crusty sensation.

Peering down my body, Alek’s eyelids are drooping, his eyes dilated as he licks his lips.

He watches me hungrily, his eyes zoning in on the rhythmic pumping of his fingers before flicking up to my face.

He’s completely naked, that glorious body on display for me.

“Please,” I gasp. “Need it.”

I’m not sure exactly how long he’s been working me over like this, but I’m already on the edge and the sight of his hips grinding into the bed isn’t helping.

“Are you going to be good and quiet for me?” Alek hums, leaning over me to brush our lips together. “I’ll be very upset if you wake up our houseguest. I don’t want anybody but me hearing these sweet little whines. ”

Probably not.

“I’ll be so quiet,” I promise breathlessly.

Alek gives me a skeptical look, his eyes twinkling in the darkness, but he moves back down my body before pushing my legs up, the pressure on my thighs bending me nearly in half and exposing me even more, making my cock drool onto my stomach. “Hold yourself open, just like this.”

Panting, my cock throbbing, I do as he says. He lines his cockhead up to my hole, already sheathed in a condom, before he begins pushing inside. I grunt at the pressure, the odd sensation of being split open a welcome pressure even though my muscles still instinctually tighten against the invasion.

“You’re doing so good,” he croons, walking me through it as always, his words relaxing me and sending me into that blissful, hazy euphoria I’ve come to crave. The entire time he’s speaking, his hands are stroking my hard length.

“You—it’s so thick,” I gasp.

“But you’re going to be good and take every inch, aren’t you?”

I whine in response, bucking my hips to take a little more.

A thrill runs through me when Alek groans, his lips falling open as he braces himself.

He looks like he’s barely holding on, barely stopping himself from thrusting all the way inside.

He’s always so gentle when he first enters me, and I appreciate that.

There’s something about the care he takes with me that makes me want to melt like hot butter.

But I know as soon as he’s seated inside, he’ll fuck me into the mattress. Hard and fast, just the way we both crave it.

We both moan when his hips meet mine, my ass stretched around his thick girth disappearing inside me. Peering down at our joined bodies, our breaths mingling together, I whine at the obscene sight we make, my hands still clasped onto my thighs as I hold myself open to him.

“Don’t be gentle,” I plead. “Fuck me like you own it.”

He barks out a surprised grunt, his hips pulling back and snapping forward in a brutal thrust. Throwing my head back, I cry out at the pleasure rippling through my body as he begins moving.

I bite my lips as his hips push back and forth in rapid succession, our skin slapping together every time he snaps back, each movement jostling my cock.

“Such a brat,” he taunts. “Maybe I should just use this pretty hole. I could make you take it, fill you up, and leave you aching. You would let me, wouldn’t you, baby?”

His threat short-circuits my brain, fire racing through my bloodstream as heat settles in my groin.

That foggy haze permeates my consciousness, taking over as my fingers dig into my thighs, his hips continuing to piston.

When his cock begins to brush against my prostate, heightening my ecstasy to a mind-numbing bliss, he curses softly and places a hand over my mouth.

I babble under his palm, the sound muffled.

Every thrust inside my body pushes me closer to the edge, and I stare up at him with wide, pleading eyes. My throbbing cock is begging for release, and I need to come.

He wouldn’t leave me aching again, would he?

“Don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”

I mewl, my thighs shaking and my eyes nearly rolling back.

The sadistic bastard chuckles, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple as his cock continues brushing along my prostate and making me see stars.

For a moment, time pauses, and nothing exists but me and Alek, our bodies joined together as we ride the waves of bliss.

And I whimper with each powerful, deliberate stroke as I sit right on the edge, somehow managing to hold off my orgasm.

I’m so desperate and needy that it hurts, and I can’t remember ever wanting to come so badly.

And yet, I hold off because I want to be good for him.

“Keep taking my cock like a good boy, and you can come after I do,” he purrs.

A bit of pre-cum spurts from my cock then, and he gives me a warning look. Heat curls around every part of me, sweat slicking my skin, and my orgasm is barreling towards me, refusing to relent, and…

“You always feel so good,” Alek grunts, the sound almost animalistic as his thrusts become erratic. Then he’s spilling inside me, filling the condom, his face getting this glazed, far-off look as his orgasm consumes him.

“Come for me, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he pants, his hand stroking my shaft in jerky movements.

My orgasm slams into me then, a scorching, hot bliss racing through me as I whimper.

I spill all over Alek’s fist, my release dripping onto my stomach.

Alek croons more praises into my ear, telling me how good I feel and how good I am for him.

He tells me I’m perfect just the way I am and, somewhere in the fog of my brain, I realize I’m beginning to believe him.

Alek’s palm slides away, his sweaty body sort of collapsing onto mine as we pant. His head is buried into the crook of my neck as his cock begins to soften inside me, his hands absently stroking my hair as my mind spins. Every part of me feels like it’s still buzzy and twitchy as I come down.

“I’ve never—that was…wow,” I mumble.

Alek chuckles as he pulls back to peer down at me, not seeming to mind the sticky mess I’ve made. “Are you okay? That got really intense, and you kinda spaced out there for a minute.”

“Perfect, but we have about five minutes before I pass the fuck out and sleep for the next twelve hours,” I warn him, my voice already slurring as I fight off a yawn. My limbs are heavy, and I feel sated in a way that only happens when I’m with Alek.

He pulls out of me, disposing of the condom and cleaning us both up with a warm, wet wash cloth before slipping back into the bed behind me.

Even though I’m beginning to succumb to the call of sleep again, it doesn’t escape my notice that he’s still shirtless.

It warms something inside me to know he trusts me like this, when he’s trusted so few others this way.

Hearing about his childhood, the way his dad abused him, left me speechless and heartbroken.

But it also gave me some perspective, and now I feel like I know him in a way very few do.

And I like what I see under the surface: strength, resilience, a heart that’s still soft in the middle, despite all the bullshit he’s been through… arms that are a safe place to land.

Actually, I think I’m beginning to fall in lov—

“I can’t stay all night,” he whispers. “I’ll have to go back to my room before Caleb wakes up.”

I blink, trying to remember what I was thinking about even as sleep begins to pull me under. It was something important, but I’m so very exhausted and sated, and my thoughts are slipping right through my fingers. And well, maybe I’ll remember tomorrow.

Alek’s arms tighten around my waist just as I drift under, and I know he may not be there when I wake up, but he’ll be there when I need him.