I’m such a selfish asshole.
His palm goes around the back of my neck again, the familiar gesture making me feel anchored to him as it brings me back to thepresent day. “You’ll have to stay in the guest room until he leaves, okay? I think it would be obvious something’s going on if we both come out of the same bedroom in the mornings.”
I groan, even though I know he’s right. Of course, I didn’t think about that. “Seriously? That blows.”
Alek shoots me a heated look, his warm fingers sliding up my chest and pinching my nipple until I hiss. “If you think I’m going to leave my greedy boy in need, then you don’t know me at all.”
That perks me right the fuck up. “Oh, yeah?”
Alek’s hand slips under the waistband of my sweatpants, immediately finding my cock and giving it a playful squeeze. My eyelids flutter, my hips pushing forward on reflex, and he smirks. “Mmm-hmm.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, my voice going all breathless and quiet as his big, strong hand begins working up and down my length.
It doesn’t take much before I’m fully hard, his touch lighting me up from the inside out. Then he’s playing with my balls before trailing a finger along my taint.
“You’re teasing me,” I accuse him lightly, rocking my hips as my own hands begin running down his body in return. His own cock is hard now, and I begin stroking it through his sweatpants.
“Maybe it’s just a little preview of what’s coming later,” he taunts me.
“I hope it’s me,” I pant.
“Is it okay if I come to your room after Caleb goes to bed?” he asks.
“Is that even a question?”
“What if you’re sleeping?”
“What about it?” I whine when his thumb brushes over the slit in my cockhead, spreading a drop of precum along the sensitive skin. The breath catches in my throat when his hand clamps down over my mouth, his eyes darting toward the still-vacant hallway. But whenhe continues stroking me, his palm on my mouth, my balls begin to tighten, because holy fuck… I whine again, the sound muffled.
“Can I wake you up with my hands and tongue?” His words have a blast of heat punching into my gut, my cock drooling now. He gives it a sympathetic pout. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take such good care of it,” he croons.
He grins when I release a half-strangled, desperate, sort of mewling sound.
Yes, I want that. Yes, yes, yes…
Then his hands are pulling away from me, and I’m groaning in protest. “Asshole. I was almost there.”
He laughs, and I glare at him.
He leans in toward me, nipping at my ear with one final squeeze of my cock, before whispering, “Consider that payback for trying to climb out of my window earlier. I don’t like it when you put yourself at risk, baby, and there will always be consequences.”
I’m left gaping at his retreating form, my ballsachingwith the need to come. “God, I fucking love his bossy side.”
Luke
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
I give a sleepy moan, arching my hips up as warm lips suck on the base of my neck. It feels like they’re marking me, branding me as theirs. This dream feels too good to wake up from just yet, the warmth of a firm body pressing me down into the mattress making me feel owned.
I mumble something incoherent, and it makes the visitor in my dreams chuckle softly. Hands stroke down my chest,a tongue flicking at my nipple before continuing down the divots of my abs. A hand wraps around the length of my cock, giving it a deliberate stroke.
Is this what a wet dream is? Am I about to get laid in my dreams?
I chuckle because Alek is going to be so pissed.
“Spread your legs, baby,” comes the dream voice, the husky rumble sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. Something about the oddly familiar voice makes me want to give them anything they ask for, just so I can please them. So, I open my legs, knowing if I do, they’ll praise me for it.
“Good boy.”
