Page 61 of Racing Hearts
“Evan,” I growl.
“You. I belong to you, now fucking touch me.”
Chuckling, I bite his ear in warning. “So needy, pretty boy. You want me to let you come?”
“Yes.” He groans, thrusting his cock into my hand.
“Then use me,” I tell him, circling his cock. “Make yourself come while I watch.”
His eyes clash with mine in the mirror as he thrusts into my hand, using it like he would his own.
Fuck, he’s so pretty. Licking his neck, I keep my eyes on him, unable to look away as he writhes. I feel him jerking in my hand, and I know he’s close.
He pulls his shirt up, exposing his rolling abs as he fucks himself into my grip, his cheeks red with desire. God, he’s fucking perfection. I almost blow my load just from watching him, but I hold back. When I do come, it will be inside his ass.
Licking up his neck, I release my breath over his ear. “Come for me, pretty boy.”
He lets out a whimper, biting down on his bottom lip as he thrusts into my hand and stills, coming all over me as he bites back his cry. Sliding my hand from his neck, I pull his lip from his teeth. “Let them hear, pretty boy,” I order as his hips roll. He cries out louder, spilling in my hand until he finally slumps back into me.
Turning him to me, I pull up his pants and button them for him before I kiss him. “I was just going to play with you, but made me all needy, rich boy. It’s your fault, so you need to deal with it. I refuse to take your perfect ass here though.” I rub my thumb across his lips as he blinks. “But we have other ways. Put that pretty mouth to good use.” I push him down, gripping his icy hair. “Show your boyfriend how grateful you are for him.”
His eyes simmer at the word, his lips parting as he eagerly unbuckles my jeans and shoves them down. “Like that, do you? Me calling myself your boyfriend?”
He nods, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes land on my cock.
“Show me how much you like it,” I demand.
He wraps his lips around the tip of my cock, sucking hard. The pressure makes my back bow as desire storms through me. He watches me, his eyes dancing with amusement and lust, as he opens his jaw wider and slides me into his wet, hot mouth. The sight causes me to thrust forward, forcing myself down his throat. He lets me as he breathes heavily through his nose. I hit the back of his throat and slide deeper still.
One of his hands circles the base of my cock, squeezing, while the other grips my thigh, tugging me closer as he licks and sucks my length. “Pretty boy.” I slide my hand into his hair, messing it up as I pull out and thrust into his waiting mouth. “Jesus, fuck, I love the way you take me. You look goddamn beautiful while doing it. This mouth was made for me, wasn’t it? Made for me to touch, taste, and fuck, just like that hot, little body. Every inch was made for me.”
He nods, sucking me deeper and working me with his hand when he can’t take me any farther.
“Fuck, look at you, baby,” I murmur. “You are a goddamn work of art. I can’t get enough of you. I need you all the fucking time. What have you done to me, rich boy?” I ramble as I fuck his mouth, unable to hold back, watching him worship me. It has things unlocking inside me, and when he hums around my cock, I explode with a shout, coming down his throat. I pull him up and rub his neck. “Swallow all of it,” I demand, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows my cum.
I lean us into the sink as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me softly. “I’m yours, Alek,” he promises, his voice slightly hoarse. His lips are raw and swollen and so fucking pretty I can’t help kissing him again.
“Don’t forget it,” I murmur, leaning my head into his shoulder as I try to recover. When I can breathe normally, I fasten my pants and wash my hands as he watches me, a grin dancing over his lips.
“Stop looking at me like that, Evan,” I warn.
“Or what?” he asks, leaning into the door.
“Or I’ll take your ass right here and now rather than when we get home.” I peer up at him as I dry my hands, our eyes meeting in the mirror. “Where I plan to spend all night buried inside you, pumping you so full of my cum, you’ll be dripping for days.”
He swallows, his eyes widening as I chuckle and head his way.
“That’s what I thought. Let’s go back to your friends before they send out a search party.” Smirking, I rub his bruised, raw lips. They leave nothing to the imagination.
As soon as Evan goes out there, they will all know he’s been fucking around, and I love that mark of possession on him.
TWENTY-NINE
We stay at the party for a few hours after our bathroom break. Everyone knew what happened, even if they didn’t say anything, which I’m thankful for. I don’t know how Alek would have reacted.
We stumble from the house, wrangling a very drunk Lally and Tommy into the car, and head back to campus. We idle outside of the dorms as Tommy watches Lally fall to the ground for the second time. “She was so pretty. Such a pussy tease.”
“Uh-huh, so you said. You’re a mess, come on.” Tommy waves at us, hoisting her over his shoulder. “See you later, guys. Have a good night.” He winks as he heads toward our dorm, where he’ll let Lally crash. Lally has always been a messy drunk, especially if she doesn’t get her way, which she didn’t tonight.