Page 33 of Undercover
“It won’t take much,” Alec said, his voice a low rumble. I realized I’d said some of what I’d been thinking aloud. “Your hand. That’s enough.”
“You said you’d fuck me.”
Did I sound whiny? Probably, because Alec chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah, well, I remembered I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
Fuck. No, I didn’t. I shook my head. “I don’t care.” Oh, God, what the fuck was wrong with me? “Never mind. Forget I said that. Even though I really want to.”
“Me too. But not the time, not the place. Just jerk me off. Please.” He thrust against me and groaned. “Before I explode.”
“I think that’s the idea.”
I’d recovered enough to have some of my coordination back, so I got his trousers open with a minimum of fuss and finally, finally got to feel the cock that’d been fueling my solo fantasies since we met.
And God, it surpassed all my expectations. Hot and thick and heavy, and long enough to make me clench my ass a little in anticipation.
Not here. Like he said, not the time or place. But later.
Alec pushed his cock into my hand, not subtle at all in showing me what he wanted, and I pulled it out of his boxer-briefs and went to town, stroking from the base to the tip and working the head with my thumb, ringing my fingers around the ridge of the glans and pulling Alec down into a kiss so that he could fuck my mouth with his tongue while he fucked my hand.
It didn’t take much, just like he’d said. He braced himself on the desk and came all over my hand, his head thrown back and his lips parted, his eyes squeezed shut.
He shuddered one last time, and his head dropped down, coming to rest on my shoulder.
Which left me pressed against Adam’s desk, my hand dripping, and my underwear soaked and getting chilly and clammy by the second.
I wouldn’t have changed a thing, but…we had to get through a formal party hosted by my parents in order to get out of here. The side doors would be locked and alarmed.
And I hadn’t seen Dr. Wilson.
If I did see Dr. Wilson, it would be swollen-lipped and damp with my and Alec’s come.
Oh, God. I rested my head on Alec’s shoulder, too. I deserved it. My head swam.
His hand came up to stroke my back, a gentle caress that made me bite my lip to keep in anything really, really stupid I could’ve said. Like how much I liked him. Or how I wished he’d lead me out of here, head held high, letting everyone think whatever they wanted and not caring that they all knew he’d fucked me at the party.
And then take me home and stay there with me.
Feed me ice cream.
I had something seriously wrong with me, and if I said any of that, he’d run so far and so fast he’d leave a scorch mark like the Road Runner.
He turned his head and pressed a soft, barely-there kiss right below my ear. How had he already figured out that spotdid thingsto me?
“Does the asshole have his own bathroom, by any chance? Or are we going to need to leave his office to get cleaned up?”
“Across the hall.” I sounded as shaky as I felt, dammit. “I’m not sure what to do about my wet manties.”
“Mmm.” Alec licked my throat, lazily, like a big cat grooming his mate. “That’s the hottest fucking thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
He pulled back, slowly releasing me. “Can you open the door? My hand’s a little…” I held it up, and it glistened in the light from the window.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “And also, you right now? Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He ducked down for a quick, searing kiss, leaving me reeling while he’d already moved away, done up his trousers, and unlocked the door.
He opened it a crack and peeked out. “Coast is clear. Head to the bathroom, and I’ll make sure we didn’t leave any evidence in here.”
I grimaced. Evidence. Gross. It seemed hot when it was happening, but…no matter how much I disliked Adam, leaving smears of our come on his desk or carpet would just be foul.
Alec held the door as I slipped through, and I trotted across the hall and into the safety of the bathroom.
