“Moan for me, baby,” he pants, working his finger in time with his hips. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me how much you like it.”
A loud moan bursts from my chest as the pressure inside me surges towards the edge, desperate to break loose.
But before it can, he’s off me, pulling his finger from my ass as he turns to face me. Then he shoves me back against the bed, grabs my leg, and pushes his cock into my ass without wasting a single second.
“Oh my god,” I groan, tipping my head back as the sensations of Alder fucking Roy fill every part of me.
He leans over me, running his tongue over my chest, licking over the red, angry bite marks. And when he finds the worst one, he slowly drags his tongue over it, letting the sting feed straight into everything else I’m feeling. I hiss as it spreads across my skin, burning in a way that feels so fucking good, I don’t want it to end.
He continues to fuck my ass ruthlessly as I grab the back of his head and hold him against my chest, silently begging him to give me what I need.
And he does. He bites me again, hard enough I know it’s going to bleed, and unforgiving in a way that stakes a claim on me.
I grunt with a wince, holding him tighter as he fucks me through it, keeping my arm in a bruising grip against the bed, and my skin between his teeth.
Then, it’s like a dam opens for both of us.
Everything Alder walked in with this morning suddenly bleeds out of him, as I let him take it out on me. Tension, frustration, worry… It’s all replaced with control, purpose, and somewhere to put the mess that’s been pushing in on him.
And in return, he gives me the thing I’ve been chasing since yesterday.
I feel every thrust and every lick of his tongue on my skin. I feel his hair tangled in my fingers and my heart pounding. I feel the pressure swelling inside me, ready to explode and take him over the edge with me.
And with one more bite, the pressure inside me breaks open, and it’s like my entire body exhales. My hands fall from Alder as his force takes over, ripping and pulsing through me as my head tips back, and I just let it take me.
Alder pushes up on his hands to look down and watch me come, and he groans at the sight. He thrusts into me a few more times before his muscles contract and his movement stutters. With another low groan, he comes in my ass, slowing his thrusts as we both ride out the last waves of pleasure.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and my limbs feel weak and useless as Alder pulls out of my ass and collapses on the bed beside me. I listen to his heavy breaths as I close my eyes and try to hang on to the tingles and warmth lingeringinside me, begging them to stay… even for just a few more seconds.
Then Alder shifts beside me, and I feel his lips softly brush over the spots he marked on my chest.
I open my eyes and watch as he drags his fingers gently across my skin, skimming over the angry red indent of his teeth without touching it. Then his hand stills, and his gaze lifts to mine.
He leans in and kisses me in a surprisingly soft move that feels loaded with something I’m not sure I understand.
Or maybe I do.
Because that warmth doesn’t go away…
It grows.
THIRTY-THREE
The building isquiet as I move through the hallway towards my office, and I’m relieved when I see Annika’s door shut with the lights off.
I unlock my own door and step inside, mentally running through the list of things I have to do today, since I haven’t been in all week. Monday ended up dissolving into nothing but Alder and me fucking each other, and Tuesday I buried myself in research at home. I should have at least shown my face here after bailing on office hours, but I have more scheduled on Friday, and the less time I spend here, the better.
Dropping into my chair, I start psyching myself up to finish writing this fucking exam and finally send it to the printer. But just as I open my laptop, there’s a knock at my open door.
I glance up, and the small amount of motivation I had managed to summon drains from my body.
Omar steps into my office with a solemn expression on his face. “Cade,” he says in greeting.
I nod in return, leaning back in my chair. “Omar.”
He lowers himself into the seat opposite my desk, giving me a look that says I’m not going to like what he has to say.
“You missed office hours on Monday,” he says.
