Order (Tattoos and Ties Duet #2)(45)

So innately aware of Key, he swore he could feel the exact point where the heat from his lover’s body merged with his own. Now, Alec was completely wide awake and frustrated. Fuck it! He slid his hand down to grip the base of his dick, adding just a hint of pressure. Maybe then he could get his dick to submit so he could get back to sleep.

Who was he kidding? He needed some relief, or he wasn’t ever getting back to sleep.

Key made a noise between a groan and a moan and Alec’s dick jerked happily at the sound. Fighting this was futile, and it only made sense to rub one out and hopefully he’d be sleeping like a baby in no time.

He scooted closer to his dreaming lover, snuggling his back against Key’s warm chest. Alec bit his lip to hold in a groan of his own as Key’s erection greeted him, searing his flesh as it slid along the crevice of his ass. He pushed back, rubbing against the hot thickness of Key’s dick. Fuck yeah, this wouldn’t take long—he was horny as hell. The pressure from his hand made his eyes roll back into his head as he stroked his own cock. Thank God they slept naked, because he needed the skin on skin contact with Key. His eyes drifted shut as he twisted his wrist, adding that extra move to the already satisfying strokes.

He shifted his hips, sliding his ass back and forth over Key’s shaft while working his own cock with a tight fist. He envisioned Key thrusting into him while holding him down on the soft mattress, giving deep, gratifying thrusts that made him quiver with delight. Alec didn’t slow his hand when Key tensed behind him, nor did he stop the movement of his hips. He was too lost in his fantasy to stop now. Strong palms slid over his ass cheeks. Then demanding fingers pressed into the flesh of his hip. Key’s pelvis surged forward, and he might have heard a whimper as Key’s hardness ground against his ass.

Oh. Yeah. He had zero guilt whatsoever about selfishly wanting his lover to wake. Now, the man was and doing exactly what he’d wanted, Key’s body setting his ablaze.

“Fuck, babe.” Key’s hot breath ghosted across his neck as strong arms pulled him closer, the heat from Key’s broad chest searing Alec’s back. “Slow down. Don’t finish before I can get in you.”

The firm pressure at his back only intensified the rush of blood surging in his veins.

Alec angled his head to the side to kiss his lover. Key’s lips found his, tongues tangling, as they devoured each other’s mouths. Alec broke from the heated kiss. He needed their physical connection, wanted Key in him to help quench the need building in his core. But he was so worked up he feared he might not be able to obey Key’s command.

“Need you in me.” His ass clenched as he practically begged Key to slake the fire burning him alive.

Key shifted to grab lube without saying a word. The click of the lid filled his ears as he scooted back in search of Key’s warmth. The shock of the cold lube on the pad of Key’s fingers made him jump, but he quickly succumbed to the pleasuring caress of the digits circling his hole. Key breached him with the tip of his finger. In and out. So good. But it wasn’t enough, he craved more, he wanted to be fucked.

“Just fuck me,” he begged. Alec’s fist clamped around his cock. He just about came when Key sank two fingers all the way in him, brushing against his prostate. Holy mother of God, he had to get Key inside him. “Want your cock.”

“Is that what you need?” Key’s low growl vibrated through his balls and had his dick weeping with desire, pushing him even closer. Alec groaned. The fucker just wanted to hear him beg.

Those fingers pushed back into him and his ass clenched around them. Key pulled back then pushed in three, sending an onslaught of intensity along his channel.

Wicked fingers moved in and out of him, only making his need build. He craved the burn of Key stretching him—every inch of Key filling him and making him whole as the line between pleasure and pain blurred. Key continued edging him, had him open and ready, leaking like a faucet.

“Babe,” he whined. Excitement fluttered in his belly when Key withdrew his fingers and he heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as Key retrieved it from somewhere on the bed.

He didn’t want to miss any part of the action and watched over his shoulder as Key rolled the condom on. The bed dipped as Key scooted closer to him, grabbing his thigh and pushing it up. That move made his cock jerk. He loved when Key took him like this. The air was cool against his exposed flesh. He pushed back against the heat of Key’s cock teasing his hole, hoping to hurry the process along. Finally he reached behind Key and sank his fingers into the meaty flesh of his ass to pull the man’s hips to him. Alec needed their connection like he needed oxygen.

“Fuck…fuck, fuck,” he panted. The sting of Key’s thick cock stretching him was exquisite. His breath hung in his throat as Key pushed into him. The intensity had him digging his fingers deeper into the flesh of Key’s ass as he filled him with all that delicious hardness.

“You good?” Key paused as if allowing him a second to adjust. The tingle along his spine had his hips already rocking, seeking pleasure. He shoved back against his lover, urging Key on.

“Yes, so good.” He couldn’t help the words falling from his lips as Key started to move. Pleasure built along his channel and deep in his core as Key’s thrusts became the drug he craved. Like a junkie he was so fucking strung out over this man.

Slow, sweet, and tender, his big biker made love to him. Key’s cock brushed over his prostate, sending sparks traveling through Alec’s body like red-hot currents of electricity, lighting him up and making him squirm for more. Key’s hips rolled into him over and over. His orgasm built with every thrust. Key’s hand joined his and stroked him in time with the cadence of his hips.