A slient gasp tears out of me as he made his way inside me.It was painful at first, so painful, I squeeze my muscles tight, he snaps up, looking at my face, his own twisted in pleasure and concern. “Don’t stop.” I gasp,Tears stings the corners of my eyes, I knew he wasn’t even halfway in, and it felt like I was going to split into two. I have never felt anything so extreme. I grit my teeth,“Relax, it’ll hurt less when you relax.”His voice is soft, his long fingers caress my cheek, and my body relaxed, reducing the pain by a lot. “That’s it, that’s a good boy.” He leans down to my ear to say, whispering, my body relaxes entirely, and just then, he slams into me. He is quick, his hands holding my shoulders down.A new world explodes behind my eye lids, it was painful but the pain passes quickly, and I pulsate with him inside me. He groans, a sound I love, and I want the world to stop spinning in my head so I could vocally express how much I loved it. It doesn’t.“You are
He was huge. Not new information, however I should have considered it again since he was going inside me. Yet, I salivated at the thought of it, at the thought of him inside me, the feeling, I bite my lip, suppressing a moan. His fingers slipped into my ass, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine, the moan I had been biting back slips out of my mouth. I can’t tell how many fingers he has inside of me, I only know how good it feels. “Relax.” he orders, the throatiness of his voice makes my body relax immediately.“Good boy.” he crooned into my ear, my head lolls back and I enjoy the warm feeling of his hard chest pressed against my back, and the magic his fingers were creating inside me. Poking against my back is his hardness, oiled up and waiting, I couldn’t concentrate on anything asides his fingers that were currently sliding in and out of me and his cock that was next in line. I grab a fistful of sheets when he does a quotation sign inside me, my body shivers uncontrollabl
Our kisses are hurried. Breaths mixed, we cannot get enough of each other. His hands slip under my shirt, roaming until they get frustrated enough to peel off the entire thing with a groan. I throw my head back in pleasure when his eyes roam my exposed skin, I expect to feel some sort of way about being seen almost naked, but there’s nothing but the intense need for him. “You are so fucking hot, little Alec.” he groans, his hands returning to my chest. The muscles underneath his fingers tense, I shiver against him.He pulls me into my bedroom, and for a second I think the bed is too small, but my thoughts are thrown out of the window when he takes his own shirt off. I take him in, in all his wide chest, toned glory. “I would say you need to be a model, but I am not sure I want anybody else to see you like this.” I tell him, unable to take my eyes off his waistline, his pants hung low and I could see an outline of his cock, I imagine how it looks underneath, the length, thickness,
“Thank you for helping with Ash, you didn’t have to.” I say when the silence gets too loud and thick. Both of our nervousness, or maybe just mine was enough to make it awkward. I rub both hands together after gesturing to Ash’s locked door, she was safely tucked in bed and hopefully snoring away. He had walked up to both of us soon after Ash pointed him out. She passed out mid giggling as he came. My heart had been in my throat the entire time, I watched him nervously as he walked up to us-- well me, since Ash was snoring softly by then. He wordlessly got in, and drove me to Ash’s house, the only thing he asked of was her address, which was already in the navigation system, he drove in silence, and when i tried to bring her inside by myself, he gently swooped her off her feet and carried her instead. I swallowed, even mad at him, I couldn’t think pry my eyes off his muscles. Together, we put her to bed gently, she only stirred in her sleep, but her eyes remained shut. I knew she w
I may have broken every traffic law in a bid to get to Ash on time, she had already started to drink when I met her, still in her work clothes, except, one of her stilettos are off her feet and laid on it’s side under her stool. “Look who it is, the sugar baby of Shepherd Construction!” she giggles as I slide next to her, my eyes widen and I look around us, hoping that nobody heard, and if they did, I would hope they would think it was the alcohol talking. Thankfully, no one cared enough to listen, maybe except the bartender that looked like she wasn’t interested but may be listening. “Ash, mind if you keep your voice down?” I whisper, in hopes that she would copy, like a child would.She pressed her forefinger against her lips, a droopy smile on her flushed face.“I forgot, it is a secret and I am not supposed to know.” she whispered back with a giggle.I am still uneasy, so when the bartender looks at me, I shake my head, she scowls at me, and it makes me feel bad, however, if
“What was that for?” I hiss once we are outside, I stumble a few steps from how roughly I separated myself from him.“That is exactly what I would like to ask you. I heard from Lady Rockbell that you had gone to see Gunther, when you had work to do.” I stare at him open mouthed, he heard from lady Rockbell? Was he keeping tabs on me? And he came all the way out here to do what?“I was going to come when we were done, what I was doing with Mr. Shepherd was briefing. I can’t believe you drove all this way for this.” To say I was seething was a grave understatement. He was treating me like a child incapable of making their own decisions. “I specifically told you to stay away from him, didn’t I tell you!” His voice raises at the end of the sentence.I could hardly believe my own ears, was he angry at me for hanging out with his brother? “He is made from the same cloth as my father, they are both homophobic, and the touching thing you did, what do you think he thinks about it?” I
Lady Rockbell’s driver had offered to take me directly to the high end restaurant Gunther asked me to meet him at, but I declined, I want to leave there by myself if I had to, and going without my car would defeat that. The restaurant screamed luxury and high end, I suspect Gunther invited me here on purpose, to intimidate me or something, however, I used to work at a place as high end as this, I only had to pretend. “You certainly took your time.” he says when I spot his table, there is an irritated look on his face. He is dressed like a businessman in every sense of the word. He looked like Christopher, and looked nothing like him at the same time. They sounded so different too, where Christopher had a smooth, deep voice that felt like it washed over you, Gunther’s rough voice demanded you stood still and listened to him. “I had to finish with Lady Rockbell.” I take a seat opposite him.His brows straightened at the mention of our client, he regained his composure, I could almos
The taste is still at the back of my throat as I walked, or danced, I have no idea, but I know I am humming, into Lady Rockbell’s garden. I do a small spin before I sit, it is all I can do to stop myself from giggling and sighing wistfully. “No extra large coffee, sullen expression or a sigh in sight today.” Lady Rockbell says making me jump, she had been in her corner working on the fruits she only saw an hour a day. I would have seen her if my head was on my neck instead of in the clouds. “I would like to think that’s a good thing.” I say as I settle myself, she startled me real good.“Your work would tell me if it is.” she murmurs.I shake my head with a chuckle, I don’t care what image she had outside, Lady Rockbell was like any other old woman, with the snark and attitude, the only thing she has that they are missing would be the Botox. I work fast today, maybe because every time I swallowed there was a reminder in my throat that he was just there this morning. Maybe becaus
My grandma absolved my mother of all her crimes against me, for one simple reason, she hadn’t committed mother, that’s why you’re here, she would tell me, she wanted me to be grateful to her daughter. It made her the best mother in the world, even a better mother than grandma herself. “Lately, I find myself wanting good things, craving the best, and that’s all you, Alec.” His voice is small when he says this, almost defeated.“You can have it.”“I can’t, not when I don’t deserve it. People’s lives were snatched because of me.” he says quickly stopping my words on my tongue.Grandma would have ran away from him, she would have thought him even more vile than my mother who dumped me in grandma’s arms a few days after I was born, with the words, ‘Sell it or whatever.’ I know these from one of their rare calls, I had been severely ill, and grandma with no health insurance called her daughter for some money, and she reaffirmed her statement from when I was dumped. ‘I told you to sell it