Page 71 of The Truth of Our Past

My dick jumps at the thought of my cum leaking out of Alec’s ass and a profound need spikes to do it now. Lust can’t overrule reason. He said next time, so I focus on him rolling the condom on me. I count in Swedish out loud so this isn’t over before it begins.

“You want to breed me.” His voice is breathy with need. “I’ve never done it before. Never fucked without a condom.”

I swallow hard, unable to form words. The picture he painted in my head is too much. I pull him up for a lingering kiss. We have the taste of each other on our tongues and he groans into my mouth.

I tease his hole with my tip and push in an inch. “Take me into your body. Push yourself on it so you’re in control.”

Alec whimpers as I stroke his glorious cock and he leverages himself to take me.

Sinking into Alec, I refrain from saying this is the greatest pleasure of my life. “Amazing.” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

Alec thrusts his way down and I can’t look away from where we’re joined. The animal in me is restless, determined to plunge into Alec. I’m relieved I can’t act on the urge from this position. Hurting him would kill me.

By the time Alec has me balls deep, we’re panting and I lean in for another kiss. In this position, his thrusts are small and controlled, which is not enough for him, but he needs to adjust to my size.

I’ve never felt possessive over a guy’s ass, but he let me in. It is mine now.

“More,” Alec commands, circling his hips.

Nipping his neck, I ease him on his back.

“Please.” Alec’s plea fills the room.

I pull Alec’s cock upright, then curve my spine. When I swallow his cock down my throat he bellows.

“Ohmyfuckinggodfuckinghellholyshit!” His words become incoherent sounds.

I fuck and suck him simultaneously. This is what he’s been missing.

His chest heaves as I hollow my cheeks and bob up and down his length. Neither of us is going to last long with his ass clenching around my cock as I continue to suck him.

My name on Alec’s lips brings the nickname he gave me to life, Viking, collecting my booty. Literally and figuratively. My name might be the only word in his vocabulary right now, but the various intonations are a poem, a story, a novel.

Lifting my head, I say, “Come for me,mitt hjärta.”

Alec’s body convulses as if he’s been hit with electroshock. His fingers fist my hair, then let go to force my head farther on his cock. Alec’s thick cum fills my throat and I greedily gulp it down.

Alec is babbling.

I made Alec babble.

Without withdrawing, I bring my knees under me to fuck him properly. Alec is so far gone, he’s begging again.

If nirvana can be experienced in a moment, my orgasm is it.

Chapter thirty-one

Alec

Yours to Hold by Skillet

“You’re a bastard,” I hear myself say. At least I think that’s what I say. Brain function is low and limbs are boneless.

Part of me can’t believe I’ve missed out on this for years. The other part knows Von is the only one I trust with my body and my stupid heart wants in on the action too. I can’t deny the emotional connection intensifies the physical orgasms.

Von hums in agreement, lifting me onto his chest while keeping us connected. He’s half hard and I’m relishing it.

The silence that surrounds our breathing is peaceful. My cock and ability to speak are both spent. Air chills my back and Von grabs a throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover us.

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