Page 127 of Alphas Like Us
With passion that builds hot tears and spurns all types of heartbreak. I live and breathe inside this emotion. He pins me to the outside of the stall, a sink on our right. My back slams to the wood with athud.
And we break apart to breathe, keeping our hands on each other. We both look at thedoor.
Locked.
Maximoff tries to unbuckle my belt with one hand. “We have time tokill.”
I thread his hair with my fingers. “We do,” Iagree.
He pauses his mission and lifts his forest-greens to me, commandingkiss me, man.I don’t yet, and he tries to come in forone.
I shift my head out of the way, and then I turn back and kiss himmyself.
He groans against my mouth, “Fuck.”
My blood cranks to aswelter.
Maximoff palms the outside of my pants.Fuck, that feels good.He pulls his head back and orders, “Unzip yourjacket.”
Okay, Bossy.“Someone loves my fingers,” I say and slowly, slowly unzip my leather bike jacket. He watches my hand, and I use my other to unbutton hisjeans.
My palm dives down his pants, his boxer-briefs. I fist his gorgeous cock, and he bucks his hips into me. More than once. More than twice.Fuck—a deep noise is trapped in my throat.And I devour his arousal that narrows his eyes to burningpoints.
We kiss again, pulled into a rough, ravenous undertow. And I’m always careful of his collarbone. I even look for signs of pain, but he’s so far gone inpleasure.
I drink in his expression that’s pure sex, pure love. Wound hottogether.
We rub each other with mind-numbing pressure, our pants low on our waists. As a rough sound escapes his lips, I ask, “Have you been fantasizing about mydick?”
“More like my dick in yourass.”
My nose flares, blood pumping. “You want insideme?”
“Hard,” he whispers against mymouth.
I’m roped into him. “Good.” I kiss him, then I bite his lip, and he arches into me again.Fuck,Maximoff.
He’s simultaneously melting and hardening. His erection grows in my tight grip. My fucking muscles strain, our bodies pushed up against eachother.
I’m about to rotate us, but he presses a firm hand to my chest. Keeping my back to the stall. His thumb flicks over my nipple ring, which is caught underneath the fabric of my blackshirt.
We stare each other down, and more and more arousal pools in my blood andbones.
I roll his boxer-briefs further down his ass and then free his large, swelling erection.Damn.There is no cock I’d want more inside of me thanthatone.
He does the same to me, and he hones in on my dick and spaces out like he’s imagining the feeling of it inside of his mouth andass.
I snap my fingers at his face. “You can suck me off later, SpaceCadet.”
“I barely spaced out,” he combats. “Like not atall.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile, and I distract him by stroking his erection. He stares fixatedly at my inked hand that moves up and down his hardened shaft. I spit in my palm for lube and return course. That one action draws a breathy guttural noise fromhim.
My bodytightens.
His chest rises and fallsheavily.
That’s enough. I stop here. Not wanting him to come by my hand. “You have lube?” Iask.
