Novels by KeeKee

Adrian’s POVI woke up hard, aching, and smiling like an idiot.The storage room still lived under my skin. Elias Kane’s mouth under mine. The way he punched me, the blood on my lip, the pure shock on his face when his cock jumped in his jeans. Then the heat of him spilling across my tongue. The tight, perfect grip of his body when I finally pushed inside. The broken sounds he made when I hit that spot. The scratches he left down my back.I had fucked a lot of people. Girls. Guys. Sometimes both in the same night. None of them had ever felt like that.The aphrodisiac was gone by morning. The memory was not.I rolled out of bed, showered, and kept replaying every second. The way his dark hair stuck to his forehead. The pink of his nipples under my tongue. How he clenched around me when he came, dragging me over the edge with him. I had called him slutty in my head while I was inside him and meant it as a compliment. He had looked wrecked and beautiful and mine for those few minutes.I

Elias’s POVIt hurt.Adrian was big….thicker than I expected….and the first few thrusts made my eyes water. I gritted my teeth and shoved at his chest.“It hurts….slow down….”He stopped immediately. Blue eyes searched my face. His voice came out rough. “Okay. Okay, I’ve got you.”He pulled back a little and moved slower, shorter strokes, giving me time to adjust. The burn faded. Something else took its place. Heat. Pressure. A deep, full feeling that made my toes curl. Every time he pushed back in, pleasure sparked up my spine.“Oh….”Adrian’s mouth curved. “There it is.”He kept the pace steady at first, letting me feel every inch. Then he shifted his hips and the next thrust hit something that made my whole body jolt.“Argh….!”“Fuck, you sound so good,” he groaned. He leaned down and kissed my neck, still moving inside me. “So tight. Taking me so well.”I scratched down his back without meaning to. My legs wrapped around his waist. He started fucking me harder, deeper, the sound o

Adrian’s POVI couldn’t stop smiling.Elias Kane looked completely wrecked and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Dark hair messy, cheeks red, lips swollen from our kiss and his own heavy breathing. His jeans were still open, cock soft and shiny from my mouth, a little cum still clinging to the tip. That same foul-mouthed rival who spent every race calling me a privileged asshole now looked like pure sex.I never knew he could look like this.Earlier, when he started jerking off, it took everything in me not to jump him. The way he stroked that pale dick with the pretty pink head. The quiet, broken moans he tried to hold back. I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I crawled between his legs and sucked him. I had been with guys before. Plenty. But none of them made my head spin like this. Maybe it was the drug. Maybe it was just him. All I knew was that my own cock was still rock hard and aching.Sucking him had only made it worse.The second my lips closed around the head of his

Elias’s POVThe kiss was nothing like I expected.Adrian’s mouth was hot and open and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips like he had every right to be there. One of his hands stayed locked around my wrist. The other grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me closer until my chest was pressed against his. I could feel how hard he already was. The thick bulge in his jeans rubbed against my hip and something sharp and electric shot straight down my spine.I froze for half a second.Then rage took over.I ripped my mouth away and punched him square in the jaw. The sound was loud in the small room. Adrian stumbled back two steps, touching his lip. A thin line of blood showed.“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I shouted. “Don’t you ever touch me again!”He didn’t look angry. He looked wrecked. His blonde hair was messy. His blue eyes were dark and glassy. His chest rose and fell too fast. And the front of his jeans was tented so hard it looked painful.A big, obvious bulge straine

Elias's POVI knew I was going to lose the second the last lap started.My car was fast, but Adrian Vale’s car was faster. I pushed the engine as hard as it could go. The tires screamed. My hands hurt from gripping the wheel. Up ahead I watched his car pull away. The checkered flag waved. He crossed the finish line in first place.I finished in second position.Again.I climbed out of the car and ripped my helmet off. Dark hair stuck to my face. I could already see him. Adrian stood next to his car, golden-blonde hair messy from the helmet, blue eyes bright, smiling like winning was the easiest thing in the world.Tall. Good-looking. Everyone already watching him.He saw me and that smile got wider.“First place again,” he called. “You’re really getting used to second, huh?”“You got lucky,” I said.“I got better.” He walked closer, still smiling that playful way he always did. “You try way too hard, Kane. I just have fun and still finish ahead of you.”I shoved him in the chest. “Shu