Page 39 of Undercover
“What? What’s the matter?” I pushed up on my elbows, trying to see what had gone wrong, and found him staring, fixated, at the little gold ring in my right nipple.
His gaze flicked back up. “I have never, in my life, seen anyone as hot as you,” he said, totally seriously. Not flattering me. Just a statement of fact.
And then he swooped down and pulled my nipple into his mouth, piercing and all, flicking with his tongue, and I fell back on the bed, my vision graying out. One of his hands slid under my ass, his fingers pressing into the crease, and I didn’t know how to move when I wanted more ofeverything: his hot mouth on me, his cock rutting against mine, his fingers inside me.
Everything at once, almost too much…except that I couldn’t possibly get enough.
Cool air hit my nipple as he sat up, and then he yanked my trousers down.
“Now,” he gasped, sounding as wrecked as I felt. “Please tell me you have condoms. Lube.”
I rolled over and tried to fumble in the nightstand, and Alec pinned me down again, his mouth on the small of my back, tongue tracing the curve of the top of my ass. I squirmed until I managed to get what we needed, tossed it over my shoulder at him, and fell onto my stomach, squeezing my eyes shut and pressing my burning face into the cool of the sheet, letting him do whatever he wanted with me.
Slick fingers pressed inside, and I spread my legs, arching up with my ass shamelessly in the air. That left my cock without any friction, but he slid a hand between my legs and fixed that, stroking me ruthlessly until I couldn’t help fucking his hand, fucking myself back on his other hand, caught between too much pleasure and almost enough and barely able to breathe.
And then his hands left my skin. I’d opened my mouth to complain, but the crinkle of a condom wrapper shut me up.
I braced my knees on the bed and pushed back, ready for him. So fucking ready.
Alec leaned down over my back, brushing his lips over the nape of my neck. The head of his cock pressed against my slick hole, and he pushed inside me, long and slow, not stopping until his hips rested against my ass.
I’d probably been fucked as hard and as deep as Alec fucked me, but I couldn’t remember it. Maybe because I’d been tipsy or a little high most times I’d had sex for the last couple of years. Or maybe because the actual act of being fucked didn’t matter as much as whether the man doing it cared about my enjoyment of it.
That epiphany slipped away in the effort to hold on, clutching the sheets in my sweaty grasp, as he pounded me into oblivion. Almost every stroke hit my prostate. The ones that didn’t went so deep he punched the air out of my lungs.
Alec’s hand curled around my hip. His fingers could’ve crushed me in his grip, but he held me gently, careful not to bruise, even as he slammed so deep inside me I knew I’d never forget the shape of him.
With a choked-off moan, I came untouched all over the bed. Alec groaned, thrust again, and stilled, shuddering, his forehead dropping down against my shoulder.
I collapsed under his weight, right into the wet spot.
I couldn’t have cared less. I couldn’t even lift my eyelids, let alone the rest of my body. My own raspy breathing echoed in my ears, with Alec’s a fast, panting counterpoint against my neck. That hand still rested on my hip, the fingers stroking my skin, tracing little patterns into the delicate flesh of my abdomen just inside the hollow of my hipbone. Our legs lay tangled together. I could hardly tell whose were whose.
And I didn’t want to untangle. I wanted to stay just like that, with Alec over me and around me and inside me. Warm and heavy and safe. Content. I hadn’t felt that way in so long.
Alec pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade and levered himself up, letting go of my hip and carefully maneuvering his cock out of my body.
I hadn’t realized what a number he’d done on me until he pulled out, the friction of his withdrawal making me hiss in discomfort.
He opened me with his thumbs, pulling my cheeks apart. “Alec?” I squirmed, but he held me firm.
“You look okay,” he said. I tried to pull away again, but he leaned down and kissed the top of my crease, flicking out his tongue. “More than okay. Fucking perfect.” His tongue slid a little lower.
“Oh, God,” I choked, helplessly. “Alec.”
“Gabe,” he whispered.
Right against my ass.
He traced the curves of it, soft kisses and little swipes of his tongue, not quite rimming me but coming really, really close. His mouth found the crease between my ass and thigh, pressing kisses along one side and then moving to the other. My fingers clenched and released in the sheets, my heartbeat ratcheting right back up again. My cock twitched, even though I’d just come hard enough to melt my brain.
“Hold that thought,” Alec murmured against my skin. His weight lifted off me, and the bed dipped as he got up and left, heading for the bathroom, probably.
“Bastard,” I said, and his laughter filtered back as he left the room.
I closed my eyes, smiled to myself, and held that thought. I had nowhere else to be and didn’t want to.
Alec
