Page 29 of The Truth of Our Past

“These are”—I glance up at Alec, and there’s uncertainty in his eyes—“amazing. Have you had these on all night?” I ask stupidly.

“No, I pulled them out of your drawer when you weren’t looking,” he deadpans, exhaling slowly.

“I have never…I don’t.” I exhale a puff of air and stop speaking because I don’t have the words, and Ineedto rub my cheek on the silk and then run my tongue over it. Alec groans and grips my hair, steering my head to provide more friction.

I let him have control, then fight his hold so I can suck his balls through the material. I swear in Swedish and his mouth explodes with words that I don’t think make sense, but my brain is too focused on pleasure to translate.

“Stop,” Alec demands, and in my haste to comply, I fall off the bed onto my ass with my legs at odd angles, trapped in the pants around my knees.

“I’m sorry.” I pant, berating myself for not noticing that Alec was uncomfortable.

“No, I’m sorry, Viking.” Alec slides off the bed to untangle my legs and frees me from my pants. “It felt so good and you look so fucking hot, I didn’t want to come before I got the chance to dick you down.”

“För fan I helvete! I thought I crossed a line again, not asking for consent. I saw your briefs and attacked you.” My brain is in a lust-filled haze.

Alec wraps his arms around my torso, lifts us both up, and falls backward onto the bed so I’m on top of him. I’ve misseda powerful man who can handle me. There aren’t many. And I trust even fewer.

He grinds his erection up on me. “Do you feel my consent?” he asks, and I’m prepared to argue the need for words when he stops me with a kiss. “You have my consent. Let’s say from now on, if I’m hard for you, I’m consenting. I’ll tell you if things change, but there’s no need to act like I’m poison.” He smirks, but asking the meaning of the tattoo would kill the mood. I will ask when we’re not naked.

“Okay,” I agree and lean down for another taste of his lips.

“Sooo”—Alec pulls his head back—“you’re into my mangerie.” The word sounds like lingerie but with ‘man’ in front of it. His tone conveys he’s fishing for a compliment, but his body is tense.

“My reaction speaks for itself,” I reassure him. “Did you make that word up, or did one of your admirers?” I snake my hands under him to fondle the silk covering his ass. The material sliding over my erection is heaven and my moan is indecent.

Alec presses one palm into the small of my back and his fingers dip into my underwear, sinking into my ass cheek, pulling, exposing my hole. His fingers are near to where I ache for them, teasing me and overwhelming me with the sensations. As he lifts to suck on my neck, his abs contract and his cock jumps. I’m dangerously close to coming from our rutting.

“Viking, you’re the lucky one. You’re the only man who has seen them,” he whispers in my ear.

And although I know he’s teasing, I feel lucky that he’s sharing something private with me. But I don’t think he’d want me to act grateful. “You need me.” I nuzzle behind his ear as I speak.

“Yup.” Alec bites my neck and digs his fingers in so hard I’ll have bruises.

“You need me for more than a quick fuck.” I slow our rhythm because we’re both on edge. Alec grunts in response.

“You need me to show you what you’re missing.” I trail kisses along his jaw, but he tenses. “Relax, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” I lower my mouth to his in a searing kiss, stealing sunshine and whatever else he’s willing to give.

I roll us so Alec is on top. “You’re going to suck me while I suck you.” My hand between us cups him and I suppress a shiver at his size.

“Topping from the bottom.” Alec’s lips turn up, inviting me to bite them. “Here we call that position sixty-nine.”

“Are you averse?” I coast my fingers down his spine.

“Nope.” He grinds himself into my hand, and the smooth texture of his mangerie can’t contain his soft skin over his steel length. “As long as we both get off.”

“Will it be—what did you call it—dicking me down?” I ask, trying to distract myself with the slang because I’m right on the edge.

He nods and pauses with a wicked grin. “And I finally get to see your tattoos.”

“Mmmm.” I debate keeping his sexy underwear on but decide to slip it off. “Yours are more interesting.”

“But you’ve seen mine.” Alec rips down my boxer briefs, so I’m exposed to him.

“I am a gentleman.” I sink my teeth into his shoulder. “I did not look.”

Alec stops mid-thrust when he looks down at my cock. He runs his fingers over my foreskin as if he might hurt me.

“Most European men are uncut.” I take his cock in hand, but he’s fascinated with mine, pulling the skin back and thumbing my slit. I groan. “Enough playing.”

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