“That’s it. Fuck me, Key,” Alec implored and pressed against him, bucking his hips, urging him on, harder and deeper. It felt so good. Keyes bucked, grabbing Alec’s shoulder, trying to hold him in place as he answered Alec’s call, pounding him harder. He filled Alec completely with every thrust.
His panting deepened, his thighs burned, and he ran his nose along Alec’s neck, licking at the trickle of sweat beading there before he whispered, “Feel me claiming you? You’re mine, Alec Pierce. Only mine.”
Those were promises he intended to keep. Sweat rolled down his chest as he bucked harder.
=?=
Alec gripped the rug beneath him, his knuckles white as he strained to keep Key's delicious momentum from pushing him forward. It had been way too long, and he was afraid it might end way too soon, because Key knew his body too well. Alec rose higher on his knees, trying to find that perfect position as Key pounded into him. Key's body moving in and out of his made him crazy, but he had to hold back, and Key wasn’t playing fair. His biker seemed determined to be last in receiving pleasure. A trait he normally loved about Key except he was just that determined to bring Key to his release first. But he had a problem with that plan—Jesus, Key’s need turned Alec the fuck on.
Alec had to think of something other than the sensation of that perfect cock sliding in and out of him, brushing against that spot inside him that made his body want to rush to the finish line. He also had to think of anything other than the sound of his lover’s body slapping against his.
Fuck, he was going to come….
No! Don’t think about the low sexy growls huffing just above him.
Think boring…
Code of criminal procedure…
Plaintiffs, plea bargains, due process, investigations…
Wiretapping…oh God, tap that ass… Alec groaned. He desperately needed a distraction. Baseball…no…no balls. God, his balls were tightening with his need. This wasn’t helping at all. The drag of Key’s cock sliding against his prostate sent stars shooting behind his tightly shut eyes.
Alec released the carpet scrambling for a better grip, he braced his arms above his head as one vigorous thrust threatened to send him tumbling forward. Fuck! Being with Key felt too good, too right.
Do.
Not.
Come.
Think…Einstein.
E = mc2 Energy and mass are equivalent and transmutable.
He had to make this feeling last. If he could just recite Einstein's theories over and over in his head… What was it again?
Special principles of relativity. Oh…God… His body pulsed and tightened around Key. Key’s cock igniting every nerve ending along his channel as his lover shoved deeper. He was going to lose it. Key lifted, changing his position, deepening his thrusts. Pleasure found his prostate with each snap of his biker’s hips.
Alec…think about…Einstein. What does the principle state? Something about relation, physical, moving in…fuck. No matter how innocuous, the words painted vulgar images in his mind. Sweat rolled down his face as he fought to keep his release at bay. Holy hell, as much as he hated this shit in school, it seemed Einstein’s theory only made him hotter, who knew? The words conjured vivid and crude images in his mind. For a split-second, his determination wobbled.
Alec braced himself, pushing his hips back against Key’s, forcing his lover onto his heels. Key’s thrust didn’t falter as those big arms surrounded him pulling him upright too. His back rubbed against Key’s impressive chest; the friction from the position threatening to shatter his resolve. Key embraced him, holding tightly around Alec’s waist.
“Stop fightin’ it,” Key whispered with a husky breath, hips rolled against his sending Key deeply into him. “I know you’re close.” Key’s tongue traced a heated path along his neck, dipping into his ear as he slid a hand slowly down Alec’s hip before thick fingers closed around his shaft.
“Stop,” he croaked, just managing to get the words out before it was too late.
Key’s hand stilled, and the mind-numbing movement of those hips stopped. Heavy pants accompanied Key’s words as the fragments of reason fell back into place.
“You okay?” There was such concern in Key’s voice it caught him off guard.
“Yes. I didn’t want to come. I do. Just not first.”
“Competitive much?” Key chuckled against his ear.
Alec laughed and let his head rest back against Key’s shoulder using the moment to gather his wits before easing away from his lover and turning to face him. Alec took Key's mouth with his in a sweet and tender kiss. He couldn't help himself when he saw the disbelieving look on Key’s face.
“I like to win.” Alec placed both palms on Key’s chest, and shoved, pushing Key to his back, scrambling quickly to take advantage of the situation. The hairs on Key’s legs rasped against his inner thighs, making him groan as he settled on his lover’s body.