Havoc (Tattoos and Ties 1)

From the first velvety touch of Key’s tongue, Alec was truly lost. The taste of mint, man, and promise rushed his senses. One of Key’s big arms locked around his waist, the other held his head in place as Key deepened the scorching kiss, devouring him whole. It took maybe as long as ten seconds for his brain to catch up with his body, and when it did, fireworks exploded in vivid color behind his eyes. Alec tilted his head for a better angle, his hands grasping the back of Key’s T-shirt, pulling at the material until his palms touched the warm bare skin of Key’s back.

“Motherfucker,” Key growled against his lips. The biker’s hips rolled into him, causing the most delicious friction against his cock. Alec pushed his hips forward and thrust hard against Key. Seeking more contact, he twisted their position and pressed the strong biker back against the kitchen door.

Key moaned, and the vulgar sound vibrated through his body like a perfect pitch on a tuning fork. It took everything Alec had not to whimper. Instead, he rutted shamelessly against Key, kissing him harder, delving deeper, thoroughly exploring the man’s mouth as he felt his shirt being wrenched free of his slacks.

Oh yeah, this was definitely going to happen. Desperation and impatience tore through him as he reached forward, flattened his palm against the door, searching down the frame until he found the doorknob. Thank God for a smart home. He turned the metal knob, the door opened for him immediately, and he clumsily rushed Key inside.

Alec had the door shut and locked, shoes kicked off, designer suit jacket that fit like a motherfucking glove slung neatly across the leather chair and was back to kissing him in record time. He plunged his tongue hungrily into Keyes’s mouth. No soft getting-to-know-you kisses—just raw and demanding possession embraced Keyes.

He cradled Alec’s face in his palms as he explored that sweet mouth. He was certain this man was used to getting what he wanted, but there were things he wanted too.

“You’re so fucking hard,” Alec rasped, breaking from the kiss, his firm hand sliding across the front of Keyes’s jeans.

Keyes pushed into the pressure of that welcoming hand. “All your doing,” he growled, chasing Alec’s lips, needing that sinful mouth back on his. Alec must have gotten the hint, because he licked a long slow trail across his lips before diving in with a vengeance. Alec’s tongue darted into his mouth and a low moan vibrated in his throat as he lost himself to the invasion.

The smoldering kiss burned away every logical reason shouting that this was a terribly bad idea. Keyes slid his hands around to grip Alec’s ass, then he roughly pulled their groins together and ground into him. Hard. His knees went weak at the answering pressure. If he shifted his hip just right, he could feel the full outline of Alec’s hard cock through the expensive material of his suit slacks. His own dick strained to rub against that tempting hardness with every thrust of his hips.

Keyes hadn’t been this into kissing since…ever. He wanted more. He followed Alec’s lips as the man pulled back and stared, slightly tilting his head to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t know what it is about you, but…” Alec bent forward again, licking that skillful tongue up his neck, then fused their mouths together once more as he backed Keyes across the room. Key slammed his eyes shut at the feel of Alec’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He didn’t care what it was about Alec as long as he kept his mouth on his.

Keyes dropped his hands to Alec’s ass and rutted shamelessly against him. The heat climbed another fifty degrees when Alec’s fingers found their way to his dick, teasing him through the thick material of his jeans. Everything narrowed down to this man and how incredibly delicious his kiss tasted. The back of Keyes’s thighs bumped against a table, a lamp clattering to the floor before he could stop it.

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.” Keyes’s face heated in embarrassment. He tried to pull away from Alec to pick up the lamp, but those strong fingers massaging his dick tightened.

“Leave it. Hopefully, it won’t be the only thing we break tonight,” Alec rasped against his ear, his hold firm as he urged Keyes in a different direction.

“Sounds promisin’,” Keyes countered, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he caught Alec’s lips with his, allowing himself to be guided as he pressed his hips forward to seek more of the sensation. The heat of Alec’s palm permeated both his jeans and the cotton material of his underwear as that hand squeezed his dick.

“Consider it a challenge.”

Yep, no doubt about it…he and the lawyer were on the same damn page with all of this.