Page 51 of Alphas Like Us
His pleasured eyes undress me. He squeezes my balls, and my legs spasm, my body almostshuddering.
Holy fuck.My eyes tighten as arousal amasses, aching for harderpressure.
Strands of hair fall to his lashes as he lowers his mouth again. He fists the base and sucks me in an up-and-down melodic rhythm. The friction tempts my eyes to rollbackwards.
I narrow my gaze, breathing hard through my nose.JesusChrist.
He takes all of me to the back of his throat. Sucking deep and hard. Electrifying sensations build up towards ashockwave.
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep.
“Kiss me,” I suddenlysay.
Farrow breaks his intense rhythm and stretches over my body. Careful not to touch my chest. He holds my jaw, and I kiss him roughly, our mouths crushing together. He grips my shaft with a firm hand, rubbing me with perfectforce.
To deepen the kiss, I tugforward—
“Dammit,” I wince, pain nailing myribs.
Farrow looks more concerned, but he’s still jerking me off. He’s a keeper. I mean that seriously. “Lean back,Maximoff.”
Ido.
“Relax. I know you’re obsessed with me, but try not to jump mybones.”
I’m nearing a nerve-scalding edge. So all I can get out is a non-threatening, “Fuck you.” My narrowed eyes drill into the ceiling as he sucks me offagain.
“Fuck,” I growl into a low groan.Fuuuck.I lose concentration between the pressure his mouth wields and his grip on myballs.
I lose thought, and my eyesroll.
My waist arches, and I release against the back of his throat. Muscles burning, I ride the peak, and he milks my climax with his tongue andhand.
My head lightens for a bit, a good kind of dizzy, and as I come down, he rolls the blue fabric back to my thighs and wipes his mouth with thesheet.
“Can you come closer?” I ask in a deep whisper. I ache to hug him. To wrap both of my arms around Farrow. For his arms to wrap around me even tighter, stronger, and none of that is possible with my fucked-upshoulder.
“Put your legs down,” Farrowbreathes.
I lower them flat to the hospitalbed.
Farrow nears and then rests his knees beside each of my quads. Straddling my lap without lowering his weight. He leans in, gripping the top of the hospitalbed.
I live my life for most of the world to see—for you to see—but there are a lot of moments just meant for him. And this isone.
We look into each other, and the toll of tonight catches up to us. How much he had to stay calm under pressure. How he’s depended on by security, how I’m the rock of my family—and sometimes,sometimesit hurts. Emotion pours over his face, my face. His eyes reddening, mine burning, and I slide my good arm across hisshoulders.
Dying to bring him against my chest.Ican’t.
I can’t. I hate that Ican’t.
“I want to hold you,” Ibreathe.
His forehead almost touches mine, our lips nearly skimming as he whispers, “You’re holding me.” His husky voice quakes, his hand clutching my jaw. “And my arms are tight around you, and your chest is against mychest.”
Tears scald our eyes, and we breathe and breathe, and I whisper, “You know, my heart is in yourhand.”
His lips are agonizingly close. “I hope not. Because then you’d be dead.” He kisses me before I react. Just one tender kiss, leaving me longing formore.
