Page 70 of The Truth of Our Past

As I’m removing his pants, his fingers plunge into my hair to sift through it. He does it over and over, massaging my scalp and twisting strands around his fingers. Our bodies communicate for us––our eyes lock with the emotion filling the room. It’s a crescendo swirling and soaring, lifting our souls like the music had earlier.

“You’re wearing them,” I breathe. He has on the silk rainbow thong I bought for him.

“Date night panties. Are they a gift for you or me?” His eyes sparkle and he is the ultimate temptation.

I run my knuckles over his erection wrapped in silk, and he shivers. A stab of possessiveness jars me, knowing he’s been wearing not only the suit I bought him but the underwear as well. It’s an impulse to dress him every day. “Both. It’s for both of us.”

Alec licks his lips. “Best kind of gift.”

We’re finally naked and the moment is reverent, spiritual beyond my comprehension.

“Let me taste you.” I lift one of his legs to my shoulder.

Alec lies back, reaching for a throw pillow so he can watch me eat him.

“You consume my thoughts,” I admit. “I will always get down on my knees and beg for a taste of you.” I kiss his inner thighs to relax him. His desire can’t override his past yet. Someday I hope to change that.

His tension bleeds into the cushions as my touch assures him he’s safe. His cock is swollen and getting harder, demanding to be touched—as demanding as he is. His dark eyes will me to do their bidding, but anticipation amps up the reward. The tip of my tongue laps his pre-cum and traces the ridge around his head. Alec’s breath leaves his chest in staccato heaves as his hands curl into fists. He’s clenching his jaw but refrains from barking orders.

My tongue skims the length of his cock and I suck his balls into my mouth, burying my nose in his musky scent.

My favorite smell.

He parts his legs wider, lifting his ass. An irresistible invitation.

I rim him, waiting for his muscles to clench so I can soothe them. He remains loose and his eyes devour me.

“There is not enough time in the universe for us.” I grunt. “To eat and suck you until your taste imprints on my tongue.” The words “To fuck you” are left unsaid. It has to be his choice.

Alec’s eyes roll back, and he’s keening as I impale him with my tongue and use my thumbs to caress his rim. I push them in a fraction of an inch and Alec’s cock is leaking on his belly.

“Fuck me,” Alec pants. I stiffen and he whispers, “Don’t make me ask you twice. I prepped myself earlier. Just in case.”

He whimpers as I surge up to get a condom and lube. I don’t ask if he’s sure. Alec made himself clear and his body will tell me if he changes his mind.

Alec trusts me to fuck him, and I trust him to tell me if he needs to stop.

I push the sentimental significance of his request out of my head. Those thoughts will make me come before I finish prepping him.

“You’ve not experienced the best part of gay sex,” I declare, and his dimples appear with a raised eyebrow. “I will ruin you for all other men.”

“Consider me ruined.” Alec’s sultry voice raises the hair on my arms.

My fingers stretch him as I maneuver myself onto the couch facing Alec with a foot planted on the floor and the other leg running along the seam of the back and seat cushions. My shoulder nudges his leg up onto the back of the couch and I drape the other over my thigh.

“This’s an awkward position,” Alec mumbles.

I brush his prostate and his back bows off the couch. My actions will convince Alec the pleasure will be worth our odd positioning.

Alec’s sprawled out at my mercy––enticing. His wavy hair is sex mussed and his pupils take over his eyes, black and ravenous for me. The stark difference between his tattoos and my milky white skin drives my desire higher.

Tossing the condom on his delicious abs, I say, “Put it on me.”

Alec opens the packet with shaky hands. “Next time you’ll breed me.”

I’m so confused. “Why does that sound sexy as hell when you say it but reminds me of farm animals?”

Alec freezes while putting the rubber on me and gets a glint in his eye. He strokes my bare dick and leans in to lick it. “Next time, you’re going to work me open until I’m begging for your cock. You’re going to use that bossy voice to tell me what to do. And when neither of us can take it anymore, you’re going to take my ass with your bare cock and fuck me until I see stars. I’m going to come on your cock, and you’re going to fill me with your seed. That’s how you’re going to breed me.”

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