Page 45 of Strut

Every thought dissolved, my mind laser-focused on that one hot trigger point where my body burned for more, burned for him. I was wrapped around his finger and I couldn’t believe I’d thrown away a year of this man. What the fuck had I been thinking?

He pushed my legs higher and I hooked my arms underneath. We locked eyes as he slicked his fingers with lube, and then, still watching me, he slid one deep inside. I groaned and my head fell back, my eyes fluttering closed with the flood of sensations. Deeper and deeper he pushed—one finger becoming two, and then that curl I craved, reaching, pressing...

“Fuck.” I arched up. “Jesus. Again. Please.” Pretty much a whimper and I didn’t give a shit.

He pressed again and this time I almost lost it, needing to drop my thighs to stem the orgasm that threatened to rush me. Alec chuckled, pulled free, and crawled up my body. He reached for a handful of the sheet to wipe his mouth, but I tugged him to me and held his face centimetres from mine.

“I want everything with you, babe.Everything.” I covered his mouth with mine and plunged my tongue inside. He groaned and reached for my cock, but I wriggled free. Like I was ever going to let him get me off that way. “Not a chance.” I breathed the words into his mouth. “You’re gonna fuck me, Alec. And you’re gonna do it now.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”

I squished his face between my hands. “Abso-fucking-lutely. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Get that monster inside me before I stuff him in there myself.”

He grinned and made quick work of getting ready, while I shoved a pillow under my hips and watched him with my own fingers up my arse because, damn, I couldn’t wait.

He glanced at my arse and a filthy smile spread over his face. “Impatient much?”

“Shut up and get fucking.” I licked my lips. “Round two, I get to suck that gorgeous thing, got it?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. On your back or front?”

“Just like this. I’m not missing a second.”

He grinned and nudged my hand aside, and I hooked my legs around his back.

“Man, you’ve got a pretty hole.” He slid a finger in and out as he knee-walked closer and lined himself up. “How do you want it, babe?”

“Is that a trick question?” I might’ve whined a little. “Because I did mention the fucking bit, right?”

He chuckled. “I meant how long has it been for you? Do I need to go slow? I’m a bit bigger than—”

“Absolutely not. Don’t you dare treat me like some fragile virgin. I love the burn. Bring it on. Now, are we done with twenty questions?”

In answer, the blunt head of his cock hit my hole, and taking me at my word, Alec pressed inside in one long, slow, arse-busting slide, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt and I was all but split down the fucking middle.

“Hoooooly fuck!” I bowed up on the bed, muscles corded, limbs frozen, eyes screwed shut, and blowing out breaths to relax as the sting burned through me, focusing on the place where we joined before I cut the poor man off at his balls. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re big,” I groaned, feeling my poor hole spasm.

“I did ask,” he reminded in a strangled voice. “And it’s not exactly fun on this end, either. I’m trying to not lose it here, but you’re not making it easy. Shhh and let go, baby.” He trailed fingers down my chest like the softest feathers. “Breathe.” More soft fingers. And again. And slowly the burn coiled into fierce pleasure, and I loved that moment more than anything else. The faster and bigger the burn, the better the switch when it came.

I relaxed and grabbed Alec’s face in my hands. “Fuck me, beautiful.”

He grinned and pulled out slowly as I winced and fell back on the mattress, fisting the covers and feeling every centimetre of his slide. Then, leaving just the tip of his cock inside the ring of muscle, he leaned over me and I shifted my legs onto his shoulders which only increased the burn.

“You ready?” His blue eyes watched me closely.

“Bring it.” I managed a grin and he winked.

He kissed my lips and plunged in slowly, groaning into my open mouth. “Jesus, Hunter.”

“Faster.” I tightened my legs around him and he pulled back, faster this time, and then thrust deep and hard, again, and again, groaning with every single one, sweat slicking the sensual slide of him on my body. “You’re so fucking tight,” he croaked against my neck, slamming into me so hard he rocked me up the bed.

“Yeah, well, you’re so fucking big.” I grunted and planted a messy kiss on his mouth. Then I angled my hips so he could catch that sweet spot and he obliged, sparking a cascade of stars behind my closed eyes. “Oh god, there,” I cried out.

“You better be close or I’m gonna be a big disappointment to you pretty damn soon. God, I love your scruff.”

“So you’ve said, and yeah, I’m close.” I huffed between thrusts.

He smashed his lips over mine, still pounding into me, and I hummed around his tongue until he shrugged my calves off his shoulders, which meant I could finally reach my cock.

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