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Watching my cock disappear into his taut ass while his lust-drunk eyes drink me in, flips a switch. I’m more animal than man, needing to claim him. Force him to take every inch of me until he explodes.

Grabbing his hips, I slam him up and down at a frenetic pace. He’s so tight I can’t hold out. Von sways, reaching for himself. I shake my head.

“You’re going to come from my cock in your ass. Do. Not. Touch. Yourself.”

Von’s strangled moan spurs me on. I’m determined he’ll come first. I change the angle and he’s gone, shouting Swedish and English words jumbled together, spurting all over my stomach. The contraction of his inner muscles shred my last reserve and I fill the condom.

I want to see my cum leaking out of his ass.

Fuck, that would be beautiful.

By the look on Von’s face, I’ve said it out loud.

Chapter twenty-one

Von

Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions

There aren’t any words in any of the languages I know to respond to him because I’m helpless. Drowning in the ocean of his attention. His brown eyes stare into mine and wave after wave of emotions crash between us.

I’ve never felt so emotionally connected as if everything that passes through him to me, the passion and lust as well as fear, insecurity, and anxiety.

Underneath it all is his warmth and I let it wash over me.

My instinct is to hold him, but that isn’t what he needs in this moment. Alec needs to be in control and his emotions are running away from him. I close my eyes and hear him exhale as if he had been holding it in.

The room fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing, and I relish the heaviness in the air. I open my eyes, pitch forward to hover over him, and let my hair create a curtain around us. In case he’s worrying over his underwear, I say, “How many presents do you have for me?”

“Viking, for you”—he pauses, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger, and I let my forehead fall to his—“I could wrap another present or two.”

My lips press to the tip of his nose and I can’t hold back my curiosity. “Do you wear them every day?”

“Nope, those are special occasion wears.”

“Hmmm.” His hand is cupping the side of my head, and I lean into his touch. “What was the special occasion the first night?” I don’t mention his parents, but I’m sure he understands.

Alec silently assesses me and I think I’ve asked something too personal. But he finally says, “That night they were a reminder that my parents don’t have a hold on me anymore. I don’t need their approval to be who I am. It was a silent fuck you.” He shrugs, but there is pain in his eyes.

“They are the ones missing the opportunity to be loved by you. They will shrivel and die in their small-minded righteousness.” It is unbelievable how parents can claim to love God and turn their backs on their children. It’s disgusting.

“Awww, Viking, you like me.” Alec resorts to his surface-level voice, probably to avoid the topic of his parents, and I agree. “Which is why I rewarded you with your present. You are a special occasion. Congrats.” Alec wiggles his fingers in some sort of sexy sign language that I don’t understand.

Alec has been so unselfish and has given me so much more than orgasms. Today he sparked my imagination and unleashed things inside me I have the courage to tap into. The scope of what he has done is monumental. There is substantially more to him than I believed.

He puts on a confident face and uses his looks to charm and flirt. But I’ve seen the insecure and uncertain Alec. It’s humbling he feels safe enough with me to show that side.

His choice of underwear is so incredibly hot I could orgasm thinking about it. I hope to show him how good it feels to have his ass played with and let a man give him pleasure. To give him what he’s been missing.

Soon I will fuck him until he overloads on dopamine. He’s not ready for that, but another plan comes to mind.

“I am going to makeyoua special occasion.” I lift off his spent dick, quickly clean up our mess, and start a shower for us. Alecfollows me in and surrenders to my touch. I show him how much today meant to me.

His trust is a privilege I broke when I took my ex's reaction to my fame out on him, but I intend to earn it back.

He’s holding tension in his body, struggling to surrender completely. My soapy hands roam, tenderly touching every inch of his skin. I purposely avoid his groin and ass. I massage his scalp while I shampoo his hair and he groans in appreciation. Once his shoulders drop from his ears, I soap his dick and balls. His indecent moan sets me on fire.

“May I?” I look him in the eye as I bring a handful of bubbles to his ass. He nods, and the tension is back. “I will never do anything you don’t like. I’m going to hold you to your word that you will tell me if you’re uncomfortable or it is not pleasurable.”

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