Chapter 21
Vaughn
Aleks was so focused on not hurting me that he didn’t kiss me again until he was fully seated inside of me.
And I’d actually missed his mouth for the minutes it had taken for him to bottom out.
I hadn’t expected for so many emotions to pile up inside of me as Aleks made me his, but they were there just beneath the surface and when he kissed me and asked me if I was okay, it was all I could do to keep the tears stinging the backs of my eyes from falling.
“I’m perfect,” I whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”
“I never knew, James,” he said as he kissed me over and over. He had yet to move inside of me, but I was grateful for it because my body was still adjusting to the feel of him while my heart was adjusting to all the emotions.
How the hell was I ever going to let him go after all this?
“Knew what?” I asked.
But Aleks shook his head. “I just never knew,” he murmured again and I took that to mean that, like me, he was dealing with some heavy shit on the inside he hadn’t been anticipating either.
Aleks began kissing me more heartily and I could feel his dick thickening inside of me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I knew he was asking the same question for a different reason. I slid my hand down to his ass, which flexed beneath my hand, but didn’t tense up in any kind of way. My nonverbal answer seemed to be answer enough, because Aleks kissed me again and pulled slowly out of me, then slid gently home.
He did it over and over, his face pulled into a mask of pleasure as he adjusted to how good the friction and pressure felt on his cock.
My own body was screaming with the need for release.
My ass burned as Aleks’s dick continued to stretch and fill it but the burn quickly changed over into something more…
something that was so very different from the sensations I usually dealt with as the guy doing the fucking.
Aleks began slinging into me as his body’s instincts to find his release kicked in, but as I’d predicted, he never once lost track of me in the process.
His eyes kept coming back to search out mine and his hands were touching me everywhere they could reach.
I lifted my legs so I could get him deeper inside of me and the move caused more of his lower body to press against my dick.
The added friction on my shaft had me groaning and seeing stars.
This time when I closed my eyes, Aleks didn’t ask me to open them again.
We didn’t speak or even look at one another as we raced for the finish line together. It was like our bodies had become one and I could hear, see, and feel everything without having to actually do any of those things.
They were just there.
Beneath the surface of my skin, along with the epic orgasm that was building and building.
I closed both my hands around Aleks’s ass so I could get him to shove into me deeper with every thrust, though he was already as deep as he could go.
But he seemed to understand what I wanted because he dug his knees into the bed and began fucking me hard and fast and deep.
His fingers threaded through my hair in a painful hold that just intensified everything else.
He grunted as he fucked into me and his hot breath blew first over my neck, then my ear, then my mouth.
I was gripping his ass hard enough to leave bruises, but it had the desired effect.
He ground his groin against mine enough that I didn’t need to go for my own dick.
A first for sure.
“I need to come,” Aleks said as he began kissing me. “But I need you to come with me.”
Sweat was pouring off us and my heart was racing in my chest. I’d never had someone say something to me one way but have it mean something entirely different.
Aleks wasn’t just worried about leaving me behind. He wanted me with him when he finally found that elusive pleasure that had been denied to him for so very long.
He began peppering my face with kisses even as his cock slid in and out of me with hard, heavy thrusts. His balls slapped against my ass.
“I’m there,” I acknowledged. “Just a few more,” I insisted.
Aleks shifted just slightly and the move suddenly had him nailing my prostate. I let out a shout of pleasure that startled him, but fortunately, he seemed to understand he wasn’t hurting me.
“Right there,” I gasped.
He hit me there again.
And again.
And I lost the ability to speak.
I came suddenly and without warning. I cried out and closed my teeth over Aleks’s shoulder. Blunt fingernails dug into my scalp as Aleks slammed his hips forward over and over, still getting my prostate each time.
Which only caused me to spew more and more cum between our bodies as the orgasm went on and on.
My inner muscles reflexively tightened on Aleks’s dick.
He screamed and then clung to me as his body began to spasm.
He continued to thrust into me hard as he shot into the condom, and despite my own blissed-out state, I could feel the heat of him through the latex.
Aleks’s body quaked as his climax continued.
My own had finally started to ease so I got to enjoy Aleks experiencing his own pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around his back as aftershocks ripped through him with violent force.
My ass stung from how hard and well he’d fucked me, but I balked at the idea of him pulling out of me, because I knew how I’d feel when he did.
Empty.
There’d be no trace of him left inside of me.
Yeah, first thing I’d do when we got to the city was make sure I got tested because I wanted to feel Aleks’s essence burning my insides almost more than I wanted my next breath.
I kissed the shell of Aleks’s ear as he came down from his high. He’d collapsed on top of me, not caring that I was holding all of his weight.
A fact I was very happy about.
We were practically glued together because he was lying in the huge pool of cum I’d spewed all over myself, but neither of us were in any hurry to move. I knew I’d need him to pull out soon because of the condom, but we could spare a few minutes.
Aleks seemed to rouse from his stupor after about a minute. He turned so he could rest his chin on his hands, which were folded on my chest. There was a soft smile on his face.
“What?” I asked as I toyed with his hair. The sweat had caused some of his curls to dampen and cling to his forehead.
“Now I know why naked sex is so much better,” he said.
I laughed and said, “Right?”
He carefully eased out of me and then slid up my body enough so he could kiss me on the mouth. “Yeah, naked sex means less laundry.”
I pinched his ass and he jumped and then rubbed his hand over his butt.
“And?” I said, pretending to be offended. “Is that the only reason naked sex is better?”
He thought about it for a moment. “Less laundry means using less water and water conservation is very important.” He grinned mischievously, then started to climb off me.
I grabbed him and rolled him beneath me.
I reached between us and quickly removed the condom from him and tossed it on the floor, knowing the chances I’d hit the wastebasket next to the bed were slim to none.
“Try again,” I said. I was glad that instead of tensing because I was lying on top of him, he seemed to sink into the mattress. He wound his arms around my neck.
“Luca will save a fortune on laundry detergent.”
I kissed him hard and fast. “Not even close.”
I almost forgot what we were talking about when he began kissing me back.
“I’ve got it,” he finally said and nodded his head like he’d had some big revelation. He kissed me victoriously. “You won’t need to buy more pajamas!”
I shook my head at him, but inside I was doing cartwheels at the mirth I saw on his face. It was just so goddamn natural. It was as much a part of him as a limb or organ. The men who’d hurt him had tried to wipe it out, but they’d failed.
“I guess we’re just going to need to have a lot more naked sex until the answer comes to you,” I declared.
He let out a rough sigh. “Fine, if we must.” We watched each other in amusement for a moment, then his expression turned serious and he was pulling me down for a kiss. “Naked making love,” he murmured. “Okay?”
The change in terminology did crazy things to my heart. It spoke volumes about what we’d just done and what each time we came together would be like. Whether it was hard and fast or dirty and rough or soft and slow, it would always be lovemaking.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
He stroked my beard as he stared at me. An overwhelming need to give him even more of myself became like this pervasive thing in my blood. But I knew I couldn’t tell him the words that were stuck in my throat, so I swapped them out for a question that would hopefully accomplish the same thing.
“Will you come flying with me tomorrow, Aleks?”
He didn’t even ask how or when or where. He just held my gaze and gave me the simplest of answers that still managed to blow my entire world apart… in the best way.
“Yes.”
I went looking for him in his office because that’s where the man always was, but when I found it empty, I had to ask one of the handful of private bodyguards he employed where he was.
I found him by our mother’s bench on the beach.
By it.
Not on it.
Because Luca never sat on it.
I didn’t really know why.
Maybe because sitting on it would have meant he’d have to actually be still for more than a few minutes.
Or maybe it was about the cigarette in his hand. Maybe he was worried that smoking on our mother’s bench would somehow be disrespectful to her.
Luca didn’t even try to hide the cigarette from me when I reached his side.
It said a lot about where his mind was.
“You remember what Mom did when she caught us trying that cigarette that one of the construction workers who were putting in the pool left behind?” I asked as I motioned over my shoulder toward the house.