Chapter 19 #2
“Hm,” Alder hums deep in his chest, with a slight approving nod as his eyes land on my hand. “Faster.”
I do exactly what he says, because the fight that was in me earlier has now vanished.
In its place is something much different, although I’m not sure what it is.
The desperation that’s been building since last night finally finds somewhere to land, and under the weight of his stare, something in me opens and reaches for whatever it is he’s offering.
As if he can read me, Alder steps forward and grips the back of my neck, pulling me in until his mouth claims mine. His tongue pushes past my lips, and a heavy breath leaves me as my whole body loosens, and a knot somewhere deep in my chest comes undone.
Everything about this is so wrong, it feels right.
This is the last place I should be, and he’s someone I have no business being involved with in any way…
but I don’t care. It’s like my body acts on its own around him, taking over and giving my mind a break as I lean into everything I’ve secretly been craving.
Chaos, danger, power, and control.
I let him bat my hand away so he can take both of our cocks in his grip, while his other hand remains firmly around the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me.
And as he strokes us together, sliding his tongue along mine, the moan that escapes me doesn’t even sound like it belongs to me.
Heat is quickly building inside me as my hands slip under his shirt, pushing it up. He pulls back just enough to drag the shirt over his head, then immediately wraps his hand around both of us again, stroking harder.
I look down and lift the hem of my sweater to watch, my heart racing at the sight. Against him, I look almost bare, with pale skin untouched by ink, all clean lines and empty space, where his tattoos are on full display as bold lines, dark patterns, and bursts of colour mark every part of him.
He’s everything I’m not. He’s built for taking up space, for being seen, and for owning every inch of himself.
But the contrast hits me hard, and an urge that borders on command quickly rises.
The command to take what I want.
I slide my hand up Alder’s arm and into his hair, gripping hard as he keeps pumping us together, each stroke dragging me closer to the edge.
His lips curl in a sly smile, and his teeth catch his bottom lip as I tighten my hold, and his other hand clamps down on my hip hard enough I know it’ll bruise.
A breath hitches in my chest as tingles spread from the pain, travelling through me in slow, euphoric waves.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to guide my head to the side with the press of his lips near my ear.
My eyes close, and I release a heavy exhale as his teeth sink into the place where my neck meets my shoulder, the last of the tension in me fading away.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my skin, letting go of my hip only to palm my ass. “I’ve been thinking of this since I last came in this pretty ass.”
Before he can slide his hand down my ass, my palms land on his chest, and I shove him back hard enough to break his hold on me.
His eyes go dark, narrowing at me in a way that warns me to think twice.
But I don’t.
I stare back at him, letting my own gaze sharpen to show him I’m not here to be handled.
“And what is it you’re thinking, baby…” Alder asks in a low voice, sounding a lot like a warning wrapped in a dare.
Every nerve in my body feels alive as I step into him, sliding a hand around his waist to his back, then trailing it over his ass to press a finger to his hole.
His chin lifts, and I’m ready for him to shove me back and turn this into a fight.
Instead, he just smiles and tilts his head towards the chair. “In my cut.”
My heart thumps as I cross the room and find lube and a condom in the pocket.
When I turn, Alder is sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly as he watches.
My skin prickles with awareness I haven’t felt in a long time, and his gaze seems to just hold me here for a moment.
It’s as if he can see all of it… my body, my thoughts, my secrets…
That should be unsettling.
But instead of locking everything back up, I move towards him, drop between his knees, and pull his pants off.
My hands run up his tattooed thighs, feeling the hard muscle tense under my palms as they move over inked scenes of snarling wolves and jagged mountain peaks.
My heart thumps harder as a strong need builds in my chest, climbing higher with every inch of him I take in.
I lower my head and wrap my mouth around him, the taste of precum hitting my tongue as his fingers slide into my hair.
He groans as he grips tighter, and I look up at him, releasing him from my mouth.
“Harder,” I say.
Alder’s brow lifts, then he slowly tightens his grip. Sharp pain bursts across my scalp, and a grunt rips from my throat as I wince. But he doesn’t let up, as the unrelenting hold only feeds what’s already surging through me, making me want even more.
I jerk my head out of his grasp and shove him back. He goes easily, falling onto the bed with an easy, knowing sort of smile.
That smile should piss me off.
Actually, it does.
“What?” I snap, grabbing the lube and glaring at him. “This fucking funny to you?”
He props himself up on his elbows with his smirk still in place. “No, baby. The complete opposite.” He pushes himself up to reach out and grip my throat, pulling me in close. “I love it when we burn,” he says in a low voice, his lips hovering just over mine. “And this time, you’ve lit the match.”
I let his hand stay around my throat a moment longer before I slide my own hand lower and push a lubed finger straight into his ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Alder groans, letting go of my throat and dropping back against the mattress.
I slide my finger partway out, then thrust in harder, pulling another groan from deep in his chest. His eyes close, and his breathing turns heavy as I continue to finger his ass, watching as precum leaks from his tip.
I lean in, lick it away, and take him into my mouth again as I push a second finger inside him.
His hand runs up my arm, and his fingers dig hard into my skin. “Fuck, Cade…”
My head snaps up at the sound of my name in that tone, catching the way his abs tighten and his muscles flex.
I can’t wait any longer. I grab the condom from the bed, rip it open, and roll it on. Alder watches me, tracking every movement as he reaches for the lube and slicks more over his hole. Then he sits up and pulls me into a hard, heated kiss before pulling back with a sly smile.
“How do you want me, baby?”
My hand trails up his solid chest to his neck, and I trace the trees inked into the side with my fingers, before wrapping them around his throat and tipping his chin up.
Amusement flickers in his eyes, and I narrow mine.
“Turn around,” I say, releasing him with a push back.
But he doesn’t move. He just sits before me with that fucking smirk and light dancing in his eyes like he’s loving every second of this.
Before I even know what I’m doing, my hand is in his hair and I’m yanking his head back hard so he’s staring up at me. The light in his eyes darkens, and his features harden.
Good.
“Turn. The fuck. Around.” I pull harder.
That slow, menacing smile spreads across his face once again, but the darkness lingers in his eyes as he knocks my hand away and turns on the bed. But before he’s all the way around, I grip his hips and slam into him.
He grunts, leaning forward to catch himself on the bed, and I hold his hips tight as I pull back and drive into him again.
“Fuck,” I breathe, as warm tingles race across my skin, spreading into my arms and legs, until it feels like every inch of me is lit.
Alder presses his ass against me as his head drops between his shoulders, and I dig my fingers into his hips, fucking him harder. Each thrust seems to open something inside me as I moan louder, hold him tighter, and let go of what hold I had left on myself.
I run my hand up his back, and over the shifting landscape of ink.
His tattoos seem sharper now, and brighter, like I’m seeing them for the first time as they come to life under my touch, flexing with his muscles.
Everything around us seems to move and hum in rhythm with us, as the trees gently sway outside the window, and the wind chimes send their melodies throughout the house.
Alder’s hand finds his cock, jerking it in time with the way he grinds back against me. I stop thrusting and let him take the rhythm while he glances over his shoulder, stroking himself and rocking his ass against my cock.
“Fuck…” he moans. “You want to use me, Doc?”
A rush of adrenaline courses through me at those words, as I stare down at him and lift my chin in answer.
The corner of his lips tilts up, and he grinds back against me hard one more time. “Make it hurt.”
And something absolutely feral inside me tears loose.
I grab his shoulder and haul him up, until he’s on his knees with his back flush against my chest. And I fuck him.
He reaches behind him to grab my ass and squeeze it tight, as I lock one arm around his chest and bring my hand down to stroke his cock with each thrust.
Alder groans, tipping his head back so I can sink my teeth into his shoulder.
“Fuck, baby… yes… you’re going to make me come,” he pants.
“Then fucking come,” I growl into his skin, feeling myself riding closer to the edge.
His muscles tense under my touch, and a guttural groan rips from him as he shoots cum over the bed.
Holy fuck.
I keep thrusting into him as I close my eyes, and let the feel and sound of him pull me under.
My pulse is hammering, the pressure inside me is building, and my body is shaking as I’m brought right to the edge.
Pleasure surges through me so strongly it’s like an explosion.
I grip him tighter as my forehead falls against his back, and my chest heaves as the rippling effects of Alder fucking Roy continue to roll through my body.
I stay here a moment longer until I’m steady enough on my feet to pull out of him, and Alder drops to the bed on his back.
I lie down beside him as I try to catch my breath, and we both stare up at the ceiling painted soft blue with clouds scattered across it.
I trace them with my eyes, trying to hold on to the sensations still running through me.
The rare, impossible feeling of being… here.
In my body, alive… like I might actually belong in this life, instead of just moving through it.
But I know it’s going to fade.
“You’re sad.”
I turn my head towards him, but Alder just keeps staring at the ceiling.
“What?” I ask. But it comes out quieter than I intended.
He rolls his head towards me to meet my eyes. “You’re going to tell me that’s not true?”
I hold his gaze, but no words come out.
Alder shrugs, turning back to the ceiling. “Well, you didn’t look too sad with your cock in my ass. So… whatever works for you, Doc.”
My eyes return to the painted clouds as well, and I try to ignore the weight pressing down on my chest.
Because he’s right about two things.
One, I already know.
The other… I don’t know what the fuck to do with.