Order (Tattoos and Ties Duet #2)(89)
Hell yes, he wanted that too. Keyes slammed his eyes shut, and his breath escaped in a pleased hiss as Alec took both of their dicks firmly in hand and slid his fist down his shaft, forcing their cocks together in the most delicious way.
“Fuck yeah,” he panted, totally on board with the idea. He was fucking game for anything Alec had in mind. “Completely naked, skin on skin on my bike.” The words conjured all kinds of depraved images. Fire rushed through his veins at the thought of the cold metal biting into his flesh as Alec fucked him, and his ass clenched and his dick jerked in excitement at the image. Alec’s heated flesh felt amazing against his, singeing his skin in a white-hot rush of pleasure that had his balls drawing up against his body.
“You’ll never look at that bike the same after I have my way with you,” Alec promised against his lips, the man’s grip growing tighter and rougher on every stroke. The intense rhythm drove him to the edge.
“Anything you want.” He would have agreed to run through the police station covered in nothing but rainbow glitter and steal doughnuts out of the breakroom, if Alec had asked at that moment. The feelings Alec brought out in him were unlike anything he’d ever experienced and made him all too eager to explore every last one.
The sudden rush of blood from his brain left him fuzzy. He couldn’t think. Especially not with the way Alec was kissing him. Fuck, he was trying not to embarrass himself by coming too fast, but as usual, Alec could take him from a five to a ten in a matter of a few seconds. He was so lost to the man.
“Feels so good, Alec.”
They found a rhythm that had his toes curling in his boots and his hips moving of their own accord as Alec’s fist drove him closer to his orgasm. He strained against his body’s urge to give in to the pleasure vibrating through him. Alec swallowed his moan, kissing him as if his life depended on their connection. With every twist of Alec’s palm, his orgasm built with overwhelming intensity.
He dropped his forehead to Alec’s and added his hand to the mix. Their warm breaths combined in white puffs that disappeared into the cool night air.
“Wanna watch you come, Key.”
Pleasure churned in his balls and radiated through him in mind-numbing waves of intense pleasure that locked his muscles in place and made his knees weak. He absolutely wanted to give Alec everything he’d ask for.
A deep rumble erupted from Alec’s chest and the firm grip quickened when the man took his mouth in a soul-claiming kiss. His orgasm swamped him, the weight of it almost bowling him over.
Their combined release spilled over their hands, a few warm jets escaping, painting the dark leather with perfect ribbons of white.
When his breathing finally slowed, and he was certain his legs would hold him, Keyes lightly brushed his lips over Alec’s. “I love you.”
“Say it again, please.”
“I love you, Alec Pierce.”
“God, I love hearing you say that.” Alec’s silly grin filled him with a sense of pride, and it felt amazing. “Let’s get Nash and go home. I want you all to myself. I’m not finished with you.” Alec licked across his lips, sending an excited thrill down up his spine. “Not by a long shot.”
“You always have the best ideas.” He held his hand up and looked down at his jacket and grinned, pushing to his feet. “Have a couple of those handy towelettes in that wallet?”
Apparently being in love and loved in return made Alec a crazy, silly man. He had more work than he could possibly do with less than two weeks before his last day with the district attorney’s office and exactly two weeks and a day before he started his new job where he had already learned his biggest obstacle wasn’t the ever-changing landscape of international law. Instead, it was Arik Layne himself. Since the first day they had met, Arik was a force to be reckoned with and had pushed and pushed until he had Alec starting right away and meeting with his board of directors that very same day.
Instead of dealing with any of the mounds of paperwork on his desk, Alec was out in the garage, sitting on an uncomfortable stool, looking down at Key who was, at the moment, on all fours. Maybe the problem was he liked that position too well to leave—his grin grew at the idea—or maybe it was because the idea of spending even a minute of their precious time together out of Key’s company was more than he could bear.
“Do you need your gloves?” Alec asked, torn between watching Key change the oil and transmission fluid oil on his Harley and the cuteness of Nash attacking Key’s shoestrings, continually pulling them free of the tight lace Key had to keep retying. Apparently, Nash had a real thing for shoes.
“Fuck no, I don’t need gloves.” Key’s hands stopped moving, and he looked up over his shoulder. His sweet biker explained his hard-edge tone, “That fuck was because the fluid’s not that hot, not because of the suggestion.”
Alec smiled back at Key. It had been over a week since he’d seen the tattoo, met Clyde, and finally gotten his I love you, and Alec wasn’t certain Key had left his thoughts for one single minute since. Without question, Alec had never been happier in his life. His world began and ended with those blue eyes staring up at him, waiting for his acknowledgement, so he nodded and winked. “I didn’t take offense.”
Key went back to turning the wrench. Alec had gotten a lesson in changing bike oil and transmission fluids today. Key had meticulously schooled him on every step, and Alec had listened, insanely interested in anything that came from his biker’s mouth.