Page 31 of The Truth of Our Past

“You better not snore.” Alec yanks me on top of him. “And I expect round two.”

Chapter fourteen

Alec

“You think you have the stamina for round two?” Von looms over me with his glorious hair forming a curtain around us. I sink my hands into it, taking fistfuls, and its heaven.

A fantasy forms in my head of his hair, spread out on my chest as he sucks my cock. I’m tantalized by it tickling my body while his mouth ravishes every part of me.

I’m breaking all my rules. Rules that work for me and the men I sleep with. Those rules are fuzzy at the moment. But this isn’t a thing. We aren’t a thing.

I use his tactic of keeping silent against him. He smiles, and I have the urge to tip forward and lose myself forever in this happyversion of Von. He’s usually stoic and reserved, but right now, he’s wide open with desire and lust.

Satisfying his needs is my sole intent. To be the one to make him boneless and sated. To be the one who those blue eyes lock onto when he’s needy and begging for an orgasm.

But then he mounts me like a Norse god and all I can do is hang on and take what he’s offering.

Von grinds his hips in small circles, giving me an excellent view of his muscles expanding and contracting with the movement. My hands don’t know where they need to be. In his glorious hair, or trailing his broad, strong shoulders. His biceps are larger than a twink’s thigh.

Although his body is the most enticing work of art I’ve ever seen, one part has me enthralled. His uncut cock is fascinating. I wonder if the sensations are different for him.

Mindlessly, I buck to put space between us. Von’s forearms come to rest on either side of my head.

“I want to see you lose control.” Von’s mouth covers mine, sucking my tongue. He’s fierce and takes my mouth as if he can climb inside me and take up residence. I’m not sure I would object if he did.

He lifts his hips to slide our cocks together but lingers in our kiss. One of Von’s touches could set the place on fire, and I would not stop kissing this man.

I teased him, wanting him to see my face when another guy blows him but, before Von, I didn’t even like kissing. Maybe I’ve been kissing the wrong men.

There’s a big red flag waving at me because one night will not be enough with him. Sleepovers and repeats are broken rules I’ll deal with later. For now, I’m going to take this godlike man to bed and fuck for as long as our bodies will allow, and then I’m going to take him again. This night is for the two of us.

Von doesn’t break eye contact as he reaches into the drawer of his bedside table. I’m mesmerized. Fucking gone––a kid getting his first taste of cock. I could come from the way he’s staring and the friction of our bodies. He pops the top of the lube, and my heart is so loud, it’s all I can hear along with Von’s erratic breathing.

I shoot up in surprise and pleasure when he wraps his palm around both of our cocks. My motion catches him off guard and we nearly knock heads.

“You always this smooth in bed?” He’s smug as fuck, and my thrashing heart skips a beat. I swear this man makes being an asshole sexy.

Von jacks us together with his huge hand. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a large hand on my cock and honestly, I’ve been missing out. His hands are rough from working with metal, which creates extra sensations over my sensitive head.

“Nothing to say?”

“What?” There’s no executive function in my brain as Von leans back and braces himself on my shin. My hand reaches out to cup his pectoral muscle, and it pops under my touch. I wonder if it’s an involuntary reaction, or he’s trying to show off. Either way, I’m here for it. He groans as I thumb his hard nipple.

My hand slides over abs that should be on the cover of a magazine. He has an eight-pack or possibly a twelve-pack. My fingers dip into the ridges and valleys. His lean muscles are on display, with our cocks the stars of the show. I commit the scene to memory because I’m sure I’ll replay this in my head to get off until the day I die.

Von’s hand keeps a steady rhythm, which prolongs our pleasure as he inches us toward completion. I’m frenzied to watch him come undone, see his face in ecstasy, but I don’t want this to end.

Von’s blue eyes are fire until they become an inferno. His hand slows as he pours a little more lube over us. Then straight out of my wildest fantasy, he positions himself high above me as he gathers up his foreskin and covers the tip of my cock with it. The sight alone might have tipped me over the edge, but being surrounded by Von’s cock hurtles my entire body and brain into an orgasm so intense, I see stars and nearly black out.

“Fuck, you made me come so hard you took my common sense too.” My words are breathy.

Von drapes himself over my torso without letting go of our spent cocks.

I lie there in the silence, listening to him breathe, waiting for the awkward moment of reality to set in. It doesn’t come and instead I relish the weight of him on top of me. Yesterday, I swear it would’ve suffocated me, and I’d make an excuse to leave as soon as possible. Now, I’m impatient for us to recover for round three.

A contented sigh leaves Von as he pushes up, taking most of his weight off me. I fling my limp arms around him, pulling him down. “Stay here.”

Von relaxes onto me, sweeping my sweaty hair back. “Okay,” he says.

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