Page 86 of Racing Hearts
Turning his head, I swallow his moans with my mouth, kissing him while I fuck him. He’s so fucking tight around my cock, gripping me like he never wants to let go of me. I pummel into him as he pants my name, taking everything I give him and more as he leaks in my hand.
Finally, neither of us can take any more.
He yells, rolling his hips as I feel his cum spill over my hand, his ass clenching around my cock. I bury myself as deep inside him as I can as my red-hot release slams through my body.
Biting his neck, I muffle my groan against his skin as I come, spilling inside his pretty ass.
I stay there before pulling my teeth free and kissing my mark, then I slowly slide my softening dick from his ass. He whimpers, and I kiss his racing pulse. “You did so well, pretty boy.”
As he slumps, I reach down and pull up his jeans. “Don’t clean up,” I tell him. “I’ll only behave if we go out there and I know I’m still deep inside you.” Turning him to me, I lick my hand clean of his release as he watches, and then I kiss him. “I’ll behave now.”
“And I’m the brat?” he mutters, cheeks blazing, but he’s grinning.
“My brat,” I reply as I open the stall. The bathroom is empty, which is a surprise, but I quickly wash my hands, and then I take his.
Grinning, I hold his hand as we walk out of the bathroom door, only to freeze. Alice is standing there with a knowing look in her eyes and books in her arms. “I just want you to know, if I end up in therapy because I had to play door bouncer so you two could hump like bunnies, you’re paying for it. Now come on, I’m done if you are.” She arches her eyebrow.
“Your fault.” Evan elbows me and smiles at her, grabbing her books before taking her arm. “He’s a terrible person, Alice. I’m weak and innocent and he’s corrupting me. He wouldn’t even let me study in peace.”
I watch them wander away with a grin. I grab our stuff quickly, carrying Evan’s bag and following after them.
He isn’t wrong. I’m weak when it comes to him.
FORTY-TWO
Maybe it’s selfish to say things are good, but they are, at least with Alek and me. We can’t keep our hands off each other, and he doesn’t seem to care too much who is looking. I guess losing me woke him up a little. I still don’t push it, but I find him reaching for me more often, and yeah, it might put a goofy grin on my face. However, we are both still worried about Alice, and the police aren’t any closer to figuring out who killed those two or sent the flowers.
It has us all on edge, especially Alek. Usually, I let him take it out on me, letting him fuck me until he can relax, but it seems inappropriate with his sister in the car, not to mention my best friend.
“Nice bag, Anders,” Lally comments, picking one up from the footwell. “I didn’t expect you to carry a man bag.”
Lally teases Alek as often as she can. I expected him to snap at her or hate it, but it seems they have some sort of truce, and I’ll admit it makes me happy to see my boyfriend getting along so well with my best friend. Hell, Alek and Tommy talk for hours about cars when he comes to my dorm.
Glancing back, I spot a black shoulder bag and look at Alek. “You never carry a bag.”
His ears are turning bright red, his eyes locked on the road as he drives us to campus. He just shrugs. I grip his bicep, squeezing until he glances at me.
“Baby?” I know it’s his weakness, his eyes practically flaming with desire.
“I started carrying it for you,” he admits quietly. “I noticed you were struggling to carry your camera and books all the time, so I figured I’d carry it in case you needed help.”
“Oh my god,” both girls say in the back, but my eyes are locked on a blushing Alek.
“What?” he asks when I just stare at him.
Leaning closer, I drop my voice. “You are so getting laid tonight,” I whisper as I kiss his cheek.
His smile is wide as he winks at me, even as he continues to blush, but luckily he focuses on parking so it calms him down a little.
“You are so whipped, Anders,” Lally remarks with a laugh.
“Shut up, pinkie,” Alek retorts as he turns off the engine.
“What do you think, cutie?” Lally asks, nudging Alice. “Is your brother whipped?”
Alice blushes so hard, I think she might pass out, and I shoot Lally a warning look, but she only winks at me. Like me, she’s a terrible flirt, but when Alice smiles, I let it go. She’s been through a lot recently, so if Lally can cheer her up, then so be it.
“So whipped. Last night, Evan mentioned he was craving pastries, and this morning, Alek set an alarm on his phone on silent so it wouldn’t wake Evan, and then he went and stood in line at Evan’s favorite bakery to get them for him.”