Page 51 of The Truth of Our Past

Alec nods and I understand giving up control is unusual for him, so I don’t pressure him to use his words. That would be hypocritical and we already covered consent.

I kneel before him.

So he’s not overwhelmed by my size and has a sense of control. Once his ass is clean, I slide a palm under his ass, angling myself so I can suck his balls while I jack him with my other hand. When Alec threads a hand through my hair, I glance up into his molten brown eyes. I get a twinge in my chest, and this is how I want him––focused on pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Viking.” Alec’s voice is breathy.

My fingers run over his taint, around my mouth on his balls. He’s fully hard and his dick points straight at me as if daring me not to pay attention to it. I oblige. While I suck him, I use one hand to knead his ass cheek.

With the lightest of touches, I stroke his rim. His muscles tense and I swallow him down my throat. My moan echoes in the shower stall.

I throw one of his legs over my shoulder to open him up. Alec thrusts into my mouth then pushes back on the hand at his hole.

His pupils are blown and the sounds coming out of his mouth spur me on.

I’m high off of knowing how much this is turning him on. He’s only known a fraction of the bliss his body is capable of and I will be the one who unlocks this desire in him. The only one he’ll let touch his ass. The only one he’ll let fuck him.

These thoughts are too possessive for our relationship. I’m leaving at some point.

Alec isn’t a man I can keep.

I can’t help myself.

I have to taste him and trust that I can make him forget the past. My tongue replaces my fingers at his rim. His thigh muscles clench and I hope it’s from pleasure and not anxiety. I lap at him and growl when his flavor hits my tongue. Forcing myself to go slow, I give him the opportunity to stop this. His grip on my hair tightens but doesn’t pull my head away. I take that as a sign to continue. Spearing him with my tongue, his perfect ass melts for me.

I’m gone. There is only Alec. My craving is animalistic and the driving need to forget the fake part of our relationship and demand that he be mine is overwhelming.

To distract these thoughts, I pull back just enough to look up at Alec. It’s a mistake. Seeing my face takes Alec out of the moment and his body locks up. I stay on my knees and palm his dick to reassure him without words. Words are useless right now. He doesn’t need verbal reassurance. He’s fighting a conditioned response to flee.

The water starts to chill, and a change might get us back on track. I’m not willing to push him too far, but I’m not done with him tonight.

“Come here,älskling.” I lead Alec out of the shower, dry him with a soft towel, and situate him in front of the sink.

Alec stares at me in the mirror and I keep eye contact while kissing his neck. I rest my chin on his shoulder and ask, “Do you want to continue?”

There is uncertainty in Alec’s eyes, but he says, “Yes.”

I guide his palms to the countertop and nudge his legs apart with mine. Our eye contact in the mirror hasn’t broken, and I watch him watch me kiss the pulse hammering in his neck. He understands I will be careful with him.

“Watch,” I demand, stroking his cock. When he whimpers, I pull his hips back and spread his cheeks. “I could eat you for every meal.”

Alec’s fingers flex, and he pushes his ass back, widening his legs.

Then I drop to my knees again.

In this position, he won’t be able to see me but can watch himself receive pleasure to keep him in the moment.

His balls draw up and I tug them to pull him back from the brink so I can eat my fill.

“You’re not coming until I’m done with you.”

Alec’s begging while I bury my face between his firm cheeks to tongue fuck him. He’s shaking and crying that he can’t hold off any longer. I am starving for his cum. I’ve earned every drop. My hands grip his hips to turn him and his rock-hard dick greets me, the head swollen and purple.

Opening my mouth, his tip rests on my tongue as I greedily drink. Alec is beautiful. His brown eyes are enormous with astonishment and desire. His mouth opens in a silent scream while his fingers knot in my hair, pushing in on my scalp. Seeing him in a state of euphoria and knowing I’m responsible has me nearly tipping over the edge.

I’m so hard it borders on pain, but I’m lost in a haze of lust.

Alec returns the favor.

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