Page 88 of Strut

“Jesus Christ. Break something and I’ll have to ride you on the floor where you fall.”

I snorted. “How very thoughtful of you.”

He smirked. “I thought so. I mean, plates and screws are one thing. Fucking is entirely another, right?”

I smacked a kiss to his lips. “And that right there is why I love you. Most people would get distracted by the whole broken bones and pain thing, whereas you keep your eye on the prize.”

“Exactly.” He grinned and shimmied those slick butt cheeks my way. “Now, less talk, more fucking. I haven’t had you in too long.” He reached back and grabbed the lube from my hand and set about shoving a fuckton up his arse while I fumbled to rip the damn foil wrapper off the condom. He had me that worked up that by the time it finally gave way, the condom flew out of the packet and landed on the wet tiles. “Shit!”

Alec snorted. “Must I doeverything?” He bent down to pick it up, lingering and putting his slick hole on display.

“Fucking hell, Alec.” I tried to drag my eyes away before I offloaded where I stood. “If you want me to last until I’m inside you, then how about not flashing me the hanger before I even get to the runway?”

“Aw, poor baby.” He turned and began skilfully rolling the bloody thing over my swollen dick while I let my hands fall to my sides. “I’ve heard age will do that to you.” He winked, then kissed the head of my cock and whispered, “Come inside, baby, it’s nice and warm.” He kissed it again, smothered it with lube, and then turned back around to spread himself against the wall. “Three, two, one, go.”

I barked out a laugh, wondering when I’d had so much fun during sex and decided never. I angled the showerhead a little more out of the way and stepped closer to Alec’s back, pressing my whole body against his, my dick sliding between his thighs to press against the back of his heavy balls.

“Yesssss.” He dropped his head forward and squeezed his thighs together. “I think I could go just like this.”

“You want that?” I ran my hand around his wet body and fisted his cock.

“No.” He groaned and wiggled his bum back into my groin, then forward into my fist. “Don’t mess with me. I’m warning you.”

I rested my chin on his shoulder. “Or what?” I gave another tug while digging my cock into his taint.

“Goddammit!” He cursed against the wet tiles. “Hurry up.”

I dropped his cock and slipped a finger into his tight hole packed with lube. He whined with the intrusion, then almost immediately rammed himself back on me with a threatening growl.

Okey-dokey. Message received, but I still wasn’t going to hurt him. “Give me a few seconds, sweetheart.” I slipped a second finger inside and worked him just enough until he was ready. Then I quickly got myself lined up, kissed his shoulder, and slowly, slowly pressed inside.

“Jesus Christ!” Alec groaned and banged his forehead against the back of his hand on the tiles. “Did you add more air to your dick? Goddammit!”

“Breathe baby.” Tight, slick heat almost strangled my cock and I was close to coming before I was even halfway seated. I paused, panting. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he growled. “And by that I mean, hell fucking yes. Just give me a sec.”

I did, thankful for the opportunity to calm my own dick.

A few seconds later he turned his head. “Okay, keep going.”

I counted the tiles, thought of my mother, sang “Bohemian Rhapsody” in my head—don’t ask—and slowly, slowly crawled my way up Alec’s arse until finally my balls nudged the back of his and I held my breath, staving off the orgasm that was about to blow if he moved a single fucking muscle.

He didn’t, thank God, blowing breaths against the wall as the tension slowly eased from his body. Then he turned to land a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Okay, do your worst. And I fucking mean it, Hunter. I’m not here for the popcorn.”

I chuckled and took him at his word, pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting back inside, again and again, fucking him hard to a punishing rhythm that wasn’t gonna take long.

He grunted and repositioned his hands on the wall as I pounded into him, over and over, my arm around his waist, my hand flat on his belly, his thick hard cock bouncing against the back of it, until the burn roared through my balls and up my spine and I emptied deep inside him, wave after shuddering wave.

Then, still inside him and draped over his back, I fisted his cock until he shouted and painted the tile walls in ribbons of come and we both collapsed on the floor in a wet tangle of limbs, lube, spilled body wash, and Alec’s jizz running down the wall.

I slid a finger through the trail of come and sucked it clean.

Alec snorted. “Hungry?”

I took his chin between my finger and thumb and kissed him long and slow. “For you. Always for you.”

“Good answer.” He peeled the used condom off my dick since I apparently lacked the strength and coordination to do it myself, tied it off, and discarded it into a corner of the shower to deal with later. Then he pulled me between his legs so he could wash my back.

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