Alec considered himself one hell of a lucky man to have Key in his bed and in his life. The man was perfect in every way. Loyal and strong even though he’d been through hell. Key was a good man despite his circumstances. A biker that most tried to avoid. His mind drifted to the image of Key in his riding leathers, the way the leather fit his body like a glove. And the hair—Key had the silkiest hair he’d ever touched.
He needed to stop thinking about how perfect Key was and get some sleep. Alec sighed, closing his eyes, determined to put a halt to the stirring in his groin.
It didn’t work. When he shut his eyes, the only thing behind them were images of Key’s trusting blue eyes, staring back at him, thick, silky hair falling over firm broad shoulders as they made love. He loved the way Key’s body fit so perfectly with his.
Don’t go there, don’t even start. Go to sleep.
His lover’s breathing picked up, and Key moaned again. Alec’s eyes popped open, he recognized that moan. This time the sound was a hell of a lot more sexy than alarming, and it vibrated through Alec’s body before caressing his balls. His dick had agreed with the assumption and turned hard as fucking stone in an instant. Even after all this time, he couldn’t get enough of Keyes Dixon. Alec slid his legs along the cool sheets, trying to find a comfortable position without waking Key. He had to find some perspective where the man was concerned. The biker kept him in a state of constant arousal. Alec kicked at the cover and snuggled deeper into the bed, trying to will away his arousal.
So innately aware of Key, he swore he could feel the exact point where the heat from his lover’s body merged with his own. Now, Alec was completely wide awake and frustrated. Fuck it! He slid his hand down to grip the base of his dick, adding just a hint of pressure. Maybe then he could get his dick to submit so he could get back to sleep.
Who was he kidding? He needed some relief, or he wasn’t ever getting back to sleep.
Key made a noise between a groan and a moan and Alec’s dick jerked happily at the sound. Fighting this was futile, and it only made sense to rub one out and hopefully he’d be sleeping like a baby in no time.
He scooted closer to his dreaming lover, snuggling his back against Key’s warm chest. Alec bit his lip to hold in a groan of his own as Key’s erection greeted him, searing his flesh as it slid along the crevice of his ass. He pushed back, rubbing against the hot thickness of Key’s dick. Fuck yeah, this wouldn’t take long—he was horny as hell. The pressure from his hand made his eyes roll back into his head as he stroked his own cock. Thank God they slept naked, because he needed the skin on skin contact with Key. His eyes drifted shut as he twisted his wrist, adding that extra move to the already satisfying strokes.
He shifted his hips, sliding his ass back and forth over Key’s shaft while working his own cock with a tight fist. He envisioned Key thrusting into him while holding him down on the soft mattress, giving deep, gratifying thrusts that made him quiver with delight. Alec didn’t slow his hand when Key tensed behind him, nor did he stop the movement of his hips. He was too lost in his fantasy to stop now. Strong palms slid over his ass cheeks. Then demanding fingers pressed into the flesh of his hip. Key’s pelvis surged forward, and he might have heard a whimper as Key’s hardness ground against his ass.
Oh. Yeah. He had zero guilt whatsoever about selfishly wanting his lover to wake. Now, the man was and doing exactly what he’d wanted, Key’s body setting his ablaze.
“Fuck, babe.” Key’s hot breath ghosted across his neck as strong arms pulled him closer, the heat from Key’s broad chest searing Alec’s back. “Slow down. Don’t finish before I can get in you.”
The firm pressure at his back only intensified the rush of blood surging in his veins.
Alec angled his head to the side to kiss his lover. Key’s lips found his, tongues tangling, as they devoured each other’s mouths. Alec broke from the heated kiss. He needed their physical connection, wanted Key in him to help quench the need building in his core. But he was so worked up he feared he might not be able to obey Key’s command.
“Need you in me.” His ass clenched as he practically begged Key to slake the fire burning him alive.
Key shifted to grab lube without saying a word. The click of the lid filled his ears as he scooted back in search of Key’s warmth. The shock of the cold lube on the pad of Key’s fingers made him jump, but he quickly succumbed to the pleasuring caress of the digits circling his hole. Key breached him with the tip of his finger. In and out. So good. But it wasn’t enough, he craved more, he wanted to be fucked.