Page 64 of Oakheart

I’d just been afraid that wanting too much would push him away.

His smile crept slowly across his face, and he dragged me in, stepping forward so I had no choice but to shuffle back toward the bed.

I fell onto it, and he stood above me, grinning broadly. When he reached for the waistband of the gym shorts I’d been wearing, I lifted my hips so he could pull them and my boxers off.

That low rumble sounded from his chest again, then he crawled up the bed, kissing the inside of my calf, my knee, up my thigh even as he shrugged beneath my legs. Like this, he gripped my waist and held me steady as he laved his tongue over my cock.

I cried out, muffling the sound against the press of my fist. He licked every inch of me, taking his time like he was savoring an ice cream cone before he sucked my head between his plushlips. I wanted to buck and squirm, but his hands held me still. Good thing, too, as the ache in my middle wouldn’t have liked my writhing much.

I thought I was going to come apart, shatter into a million pieces right there in the bed, but it wasn’t enough.

He was still fully clothed, and I needed his skin on mine.

“Aleks—” I pushed on his shoulder and he pulled back, looking up at me. No one should ever look like that, with his beautiful cheekbones flushed and his lips swollen and slick from sucking my cock. It wasn’t fair. “I want you.”

His brow furrowed. “Will I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m fine, just—” Okay, now I was squirming, using my legs to try and pull him closer though I only managed to hook an ankle under his arm. “Please, Aleks.”

He cursed and climbed out of the bed, which was about the opposite of what I wanted, but when he went to the en suite and returned with lube, I didn’t mind so much.

He tossed it on the bed and stripped his clothes, piece by piece.

I was struck, watching him. There was no way someone so beautiful could possibly want me.

Except he looked me over with the same adoration that overwhelmed me. He stroked his cock lazily, and I shifted my legs apart, knees bent. I wanted to beg again, but that wasn’t going to get me what I wanted any faster.

Still, Aleks must’ve seen it in my eyes, because he smirked. He crawled over me, nipping at my chest and kissing my neck. He was sly and quick, somehow having gotten the lube open with one hand and slicking his fingers while his lips teased me. Before I even realized he’d done it, he circled a slippery finger around my hole. I whined into his mouth, nodding.

This, please this.

His finger sank into me, and I swear I whimpered. But Aleks loved me. He loved me, and he had a finger inside me, moving slowly in and out while he kissed me to the brink of madness.

I gripped onto him desperately. I needed this to be real. If Aleks loved me, it made everything else—well, not worth it, exactly, but manageable. I could face whatever came next if I got to keep him.

I didn’t need much, just the man I loved and the people who mattered safe. Nothing else mattered. If we had to stay here or go elsewhere or?—

He hooked his finger and I threw my head back. With the pad of his fingertip, he rubbed circles over my prostate until my cock was dribbling on my belly and I thought I might come just from that.

When he eased back, he slid another finger into me.

“Fuck,” I whined, grasping the back of his neck and dragging him into a kiss. “I missed you so much.”

He murmured something soft in Russian, and I didn’t know what it meant but I swear it lit up my whole body.

When he finally slid his slick hand over his cock and lined himself up with me, I’d been boiled down to nothing but a point of need. I held his eye as he pushed inside, marveling at the way his mouth fell open at the feel of me.

It was real. He wanted this as much as I did.

The air punched out of me and I clutched him tight, but it didn’t matter. His body flattened mine into the bed, and I’d never felt safer in my life. I just wanted him near, but he found a way to work with that, moving his hips slow and deep, murmuring sweet words against my lips in languages I didn’t know and ones I’d lost.

And when he slipped his hand between us to stroke my heavy cock, for the first time in what had felt like a life of misfortune, I felt truly lucky.

Loved.

Who’d have thought I could ever be loved like this?

CHAPTER 32