Page 30 of Oakheart

Fuck, I never wanted it to end, but this was fast. Efficient. And if Aleks really wanted me, at least for this moment, I wanted to savor him. I didn’t know if I’d ever get another chance.

“Wait, wait,” I rasped.

He pulled back his hand, frowning down at me, worried.

He didn’t need to be.

I pushed his hips back against the opposite counter, and he let me. I wasn’t under any illusion that I could push him around where he didn’t want to go, but Aleks let me guide him, and his eyes widened as I slid to my knees in front of him.

I went slow so he could stop me if he wanted, but his hands gripped the counter behind him as I opened his jeans and guided his cock free. It was hard—rigid and silky in my palm—and it was a fucking revelation.

Somehow, this perfect creature wanted me, and knowing that was enough to bring a man like me to his knees anyway. It worked out that I was already there.

I stared up into his eyes, pupils blown so wide there was barely any blue around them, as I flicked my tongue beneath the tip of his cock. I found that sensitive spot just beneath the head, and he whined, moving one hand from the counter back to my hair. He twisted his fingers, and need sizzled down my spine.

I sank down on his tip, taking him a few inches while I moistened my lips. On the way back up, I pressed my tongue against his slit, tasting the bitterness of his precome.

Above me, he muttered a string of Russian that I didn’t understand, but I liked the sound of it. It felt like praise.

Bobbing my head, I took him as deep as I could, but when he hit the back of my throat, I gagged and pulled back. Eyes watering, I swallowed and tried again. I’d never been able to do this, but I wanted him to know—I wanted him to feel how deep I wanted him inside me. Taking a breath, steeling myself, I let his tip press against my throat. All I could do was swallow against him, but that was enough for his eyes to flutter shut.

For a second, he pressed forward, and I thought he might take more, wanted him to no matter what it did to me, but then he pulled back. His cock slipped from my spit-slick lips. “Upstairs,” he rasped. “To bed.”

I nodded. Fuck, I wanted that. Him pinning me down in the bed I’d made him, making me his, blowing away every other worry or consideration for just a little while.

He helped me up and held my hand all the way to his room, but when we got there, he looked around. It was empty. There was nothing. “Hold on. You”—he frowned at me—“you get naked. Get on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared, and I shed my clothes.

We should probably talk. We needed to talk.

I didn’t want to, though. I just wanted him, and the rest—it was for later or never. Right that second, I was naked, crawling up onto his bed on my hands and knees. I waited for him with my ass in the air, my cheeks burning.

When he came back, he stopped in the door and cursed.

It was another long moment, my hot face buried against a pillow, before I heard his clothes drop. He climbed up the bed behind me.

“You really do want me, don’t you?” he asked. Somehow, there was awe in his voice that didn’t make any damn sense to me.

I nodded. “Please, you’re?—”

Everything.

He was everything I’d ever wanted—strong and gorgeous, kind and safe—and I’d been swallowing that desire for years, sure that I could never have this.

Even now, I didn’t think I could keep him. But once was more than I’d ever really hoped for. And he wanted me too. It was too much for me to take.

Behind me, Aleks hummed. I was glad he seemed to understand and wasn’t intent on making me spill my guts out for him.

His fingertips traced up the back of my thigh, and I arched my back, lifting my ass higher.

He groaned in appreciation, and leaned down, dragging his lips up my spine, trailing kisses across my shoulder. I shivered when he kissed my neck.

Then, he did the unthinkable. He nibbled my ear, nuzzled into it, and whispered with his beautiful accent, “I want you too.”

I sobbed with need, utterly overwhelmed. When the pad of his finger circled my rim, I heard the pop of a plastic bottle, then slick lube dribbled across my hole and his finger. He pressed it into me with a squelch that shorted every thought in my brain.

“You have done this before?” he asked.