Moments spent in faraway rooms came tumbling back to me the harder I clenched my eyes and gnawed on my lip. The scent of their corporate cleaners. The itchy sheets. How hard I’d get at the end of dinner knowing what awaited me once we got back. And then, how Alec would bark orders at me. No, not bark. He was never cruel or demeaning. Demanding and domineering, yes, but he never let my enjoyment fall from his mind.
No, whatever weird sex games he had us play, both of our pleasure was his goal. Not just in the physical, sexual sense, but on a deeper level. I liked that kind of sex more than the quiet lovemaking at home. But even that was wonderful, too. The sensation of more than just his body—his person—connectingwith mine was sublime. In some ways, even more so than calling him “sir” and being called “good boy” in return.
“I really need you to fuck me right now, Alec,” I said, opening my eyes.
He was at the foot of the bed, watching me as if in a trance. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was drooling.
He climbed on the bed, saying, “I really need to fuck you right now too, Blackwood.”
Blackwood without the bite. Like how he used it before we ever hooked up. Friendly and jovial. Familiar.
He grabbed my ankles and hoisted them on his shoulders with force. He had lubed his cock while watching me. And then, finally,blissfully, Alec Whitaker pressed his massive cock into my hole for the first time in a year.
That no other man had before or since him was nothing. My sex life was nothing without him. My life itself was a dull drudge of sameness in his absence—capable of flight but without reason to.
“FUCK!” he hollered once seated inside me. “I missed this.” Then he fucked me.Hard.
He held my thighs in a vise and hammered away. His face curling into a snarl only made me harder. It was more than sex, but a release. There was so much we both needed to be pounded away. Though, how he could jackhammer me when he was so close to coming moments before, I didn’t know.
I grabbed my dick to beat it while he fucked me, but not to come. I was sure he wanted me to finish in his mouth. My climax approached faster than expected, and I let go of my cock like it had burst into flames.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, falling deep into that getting-fucked bliss.
Nothing mattered but his hammering cock inside my body. I had taken it for granted when we were together, but Iwouldn’t again. Even if we never fucked after that moment, I’d let go of the emotional tether but keep the wonderful memories of our love life.
Alec took my calf muscle and squeezed it tight. “You really look fucking amazing, Blackwood,” he said, still pistoning his cock in and out of me.
I was so lost to the sensation of having my insides pummeled after a year, it took me a moment to respond. “I had to be my own personal trainer after you—FUCK, ALEC!”
He bit my calf muscle hard enough to sting, but not enough to harm. I loved when he did that shit. Even more right after when he gave me that evil fucking smirk.
“You’ve done an excellent job. I can barely look at you, or I’ll lose it.”
“You too,” I said, scanning his body.
Red and sweaty from the voracious fucking he was giving me. It looked like he had sculpted himself from stone. The hair only proved he was a living, breathing man. I wanted to run my hand through it and lick every single inch of him.
“UUUNGH,” Alec said. His cock throbbed in me, and his body vibrated, shaking my thigh muscles.
“Are you coming?”
“No. Just stopped it.” He was out of breath. “Fuck. I missed this so fucking much.”
“I love you so fucking much.” It was true, and probably better left in my head, but I let it out.
Alec stared at me as he calmed down from his near orgasm. “I love you, too.”
With that, he fell onto me, crushing my mouth with his as I wrapped my legs around his back. He started fucking me again, but slowed down. He broke the kiss and lifted his face from mine.
We stared at each other as he fucked me with slow, long strokes. Wordless, mouths agape, but in perfect sync. I leaned up to kiss him with a whispered, “Finish in me, Alec. Please.”
It wasn’t a crushing kiss, but gentle and polite. We didn’t move much, but it changed. Alec made love to me and I gave him my whole self. Deep, slow strokes that drove me wild and set me free. A connection we lacked but needed.
His lips stilled on mine, and after a beat, so did his cock. He breathed, “I’m coming in you,” just as I felt the throbs of his ejaculation deep inside me.
“Thank you, sir,” was all I thought to say. Through his orgasm, he smiled on my lips, his eyes crinkling even closed.
Without moving us too much, Alec slipped his hand between us to take hold of my cock. “You’re close, right?”
