Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
KIT
As we made our way back to the flat, Alex’s tension felt like a live wire sparking in the air.
His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tight, every movement controlled, everything held in check and locked down against the mounting explosion.
Mehmet’s sudden appearance at the bar hadn’t just cast a shadow over the evening, it had shaken something loose in Alex, something raw and dangerous that simmered just beneath the surface.
There were business tensions, sure. Mehmet’s diverse interests.
The ones Kelvin wanted in on but Alex didn’t.
There was more to it than just business, more than Alex was willing to tell me, at least for now.
I wasn’t going to push it, but I could feel the dark energy radiating off him, the way his hands flexed and curled as he unlocked the door, his silence louder than anything he could have said.
The door clicked shut behind us, and before I could take another step, Alex spun around, catching my wrist in a grip that wasn’t rough but was firm enough to stop me in my tracks. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense.
“Alex—” I started, but the word barely made it out before his mouth was on mine.
It wasn’t a kiss it was a collision, all heat and teeth and desperation.
His hands were on me, rough and unrelenting, one sliding up my back to fist in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
I gasped against his lips, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a hunger that left me dizzy.
I barely registered my coat slipping from my shoulders, falling to the floor, or the way he manoeuvred us across the room until my back hit the cool, smooth surface of the glass wall. The city lights stretched out behind me, glittering pinpoints of light in the dark room.
His hands were everywhere—gripping my waist, sliding up my chest, his fingers digging in like he needed to anchor himself. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel as his mouth moved to my jaw, his stubble scraping against my skin.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered, his voice low, rough, guttural, vibrating against my neck.
I shivered, my head tipping back against the glass as his teeth grazed the nervy little spot just below my ear.
The tension in him, that had been there since Aksoy had made his appearance, was a live wire buzzing beneath Alex’s skin.
I could feel it in his grip, in the way his body pressed into mine, hard and unrelenting.
His hands moved with a mission, sliding under my shirt and pushing it up, his fingertips skimming over my ribs, my stomach. I shivered at his touch, arching into him.
“Turn around.” His voice, low and rough, sent a shiver straight down my spine and heat to my already straining, aching cock.
I did as he said. No resistance. No taking a breath.
No slowing things down. Because I wanted this as much as Alex did.
Below us, London sprawled in a dizzying panorama of light and darkness.
I was exposed, vulnerable, on display for the city’s teeming millions, who only had to look up to see…
My stomach flipped as the thrill ripped through me.
Alex pressed against my back, solid and unyielding.
My breath came hot and hard, fogging the glass.
I could feel every inch of him, the hard planes of his chest, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal against me.
His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging in hard enough that I'd carry the marks into tomorrow.
I moaned as I closed my eyes. He was claiming me.
Every touch, every suck, every nip, every graze across my skin was a marker of his possession.
I was his. It was what I wanted, craved, needed.
A fresh wave of heat seared through me. My head fall back, exposing and offering up my throat for him to feed upon.
His hands grabbed at my shirt, impatient fingers pulling the buttons free, tugging it from my back.
I gasped, and shivered, as my chest and stomach pressed against the cool glass, but I didn’t have time to think about the chill against my skin, not when Alex’s hands moved to my belt, making quick work of it.
The leather rasped as he pulled it free, the buckle clinking as he let it drop.
My trousers followed, pushed roughly down my thighs along with my underwear, the cool air a shock against my exposed skin.
I pressed my palms flat against the glass, the surface clouding around my heated flesh.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of Alex's ragged breathing and the rustle of clothing as he freed himself.
His hands gripped hard on my hips, fingers pressing into my naked flesh.
My tattered, shredded breath hitched as he ground his hips against me, his cock iron hard against my naked arse.
“Fuck. Jesus, Alex,” I moaned, my hands against the glass wall curling into fists.
His answering laugh was rough and dark as he licked a long, wide stripe up the side of my neck; my eyes fluttered to a close.
Clamping down on the lobe, he stretched it out tight, to the edge of pain, before letting go. His lips ghosted against my ear.
“I’m clear,” he whispered. It was a moment of stillness in the storm. I dragged my eyes open, and twisted my head around to look at him. The city lights glittered in his eyes and he watched me with an intensity that all but stopped my heart.
“Yeah.” I met his gaze and nodded. Everything good, everything fine. Alex smiled and kissed me with a ferocity that buckled my knees.
A break of the kiss, of skin against skin, before the click of a cap being flipped, lube smearing between my arse cheeks.
I shivered, but it wasn’t the cool of the gel that sent a shiver through me, but Alex’s dark laughter against my ear.
His fingers grazed my hole, and I pushed back against him, wanting, demanding more.
“Alex, please,” I whispered. He said something, but I didn’t hear, not over the hard thud of my heart.
His fingers worked me open, fast, efficient, stretching me.
I pressed my forehead hard against the glass wall as I pushed back at him, chasing the burn, edging towards pain, both of us gasping.
Nothing gentle, nothing tender, because this was about need, about release.
I felt it in every touch, every rough press of his fingers, and I craved it all.
Alex pulled his fingers free. I whined and whimpered at the loss, but then I felt the blunt pressure of him against me, and all coherent thought fled.
I cried out as he pushed in hard, no easing himself in, no giving me time to adjust. He was too wound up, too desperate, and I didn’t care. Because I wanted it like this, fast and furious, all-consuming.
He rammed into me hard, grunting out his need against the back of my neck.
I met him thrust for thrust, the slap of skin against skin driving us on.
Each move was rough, the tension in him bleeding out with every snap of his hips.
I could feel it in the way his breath hitched, the low growls that rumbled in his throat, the sheer force of his need.
“Fuck, Kit,” he said, his voice tight. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you feel every moment of this.”
A switch flipped inside me. I cried out as he drove into me, deeper, harder, faster. With every thrust, moan and whimper, jumbled and incoherent words fell from my lips.
“Kit,” he groaned, my name a rough, guttural sound that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
I turned my head slightly, catching his reflection in the glass, and the sight of him—eyes dark, lips parted, his jaw tight with concentration—nearly undid me.
I wasn’t going to last. Alex must have read it in my face, felt it as my muscles pulsed around his cock.
He smiled, dark and wild, as a hand slipped between my legs and squeezed down on the base of my cock.
“Bastard,” I groaned, half in frustration, half in relief, as the wave of my orgasm retreated.
He pushed me back against the glass, hammering me hard, hitting my sweet spot over and over. I was crying out, swearing, moaning, groaning, all of it a senseless mess that made all the sense in the world, because this was us, this was how we should be. Alex and Kit. Kit and Alex.
His hand curled around my cock, stroking me in time with the hard snap of his hips, and this time I knew there was no going back as my climax rose and burnt a path through me.
“I’m… Alex… I can’t,” I stammered out. He sucked down on my neck, rough and hard, feeding on me and I squeezed me eyes closed, giving myself up to the overwhelming rush of sensation as I tumbled over the edge, screaming out his name as I fell, all the time bucking between his fisted hand and the hammering thrust of his hips.
Alex followed me over with a ragged, guttural groan, his body going rigid against mine as he buried himself deep one final time.
I felt every pulse of him inside me as he filled me up.
I felt the tremor in his hands where they gripped me.
I felt every uneven stutter of his breath against my neck.
I felt it all, not just in my shaking limbs, but in my heart and soul too.
For several long seconds we stayed like that, both of us trembling with aftershocks, his forehead pressed against the back of my head as our breathing gradually slowed.
The glass fogged with our combined heat, obscuring the city below.
Carefully, Alex withdrew. My heart lurched, the loss leaving me empty.
I turned, my back against the glass for support, my legs still unsteady.
Alex stood before me, his chest rising and falling with laboured breaths.
His hair, always so groomed, was messy, his lips puffy and red, almost bruised.
But it was his eyes that caught me, dark and unguarded in a way I’d not seen before.
My heart twisted deep in my chest, knowing he was letting me see a side to him, a private part of him, one he kept hidden from the world.
The tension that had gripped him earlier had gone. He brushed a damp a strand of hair from my face, his palm lingering on my cheek.
“Stay,” he whispered, and I knew he wasn’t just talking about the night.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Alex slipped an arm around my waist and led me toward the bedroom.
What little remained of my logical, thinking brain told me we needed to clean up.
But I wasn’t interested in logic, not when I was drenched in Alex’s scent, in his sweat, in his sticky cum.
He’d marked me, made me his. I wanted to keep hold of the evidence of that for as long as I could.
The sheets were cool against my skin as he eased me down. He climbed in beside me, pulling me close, his hand splayed over my back as if he needed to feel every inch of me.
We lay like that for a long time, the silence between us easy and comfortable. I snuggled in close, to a man who felt both dangerous yet the safest place in my world. Alex pressed a kiss to my hair, his voice not much above a whisper when he finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
“You weren’t,” I said immediately, turning my head to look at him. “It was what I wanted.”
His eyes met mine in a gaze so tender it made my throat tighten.
I nestled against him again and closed my eyes, letting the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body pressed tight against mine soften and melt my muscles.
Whatever darkness had followed us home tonight was now gone, locked away on the other side of the glass walls, my last thoughts as sleep claimed me.