Havoc (Tattoos and Ties 1)

Alec’s gaze never wavered from his, but his eyes grew heavy with lust. His lips parted slightly before curling into a sexy sneer. “Gonna fuck you.”

“I sure hope so.” Keyes’s voice was raw and raspy as he chuckled. He ran his hands up Alec’s stomach, tracing the hard muscles. His fingertips skirted across Alec’s chest, playing with his nipples before cupping his neck and bringing him down for a kiss. Key pushed his tongue into Alec’s mouth, swallowing the man’s groan as his hips started to move.

Alec tasted so sweet and addictive as Key licked and explored, taking what he needed. Alec circled his hips, slowly at first, building to a maddening motion that easily drove Keyes to the brink. He slid his hands down Alec’s sides and gripped his hips. This was too much—Keyes wouldn’t last. It had been too long, and Alec looked and felt too good. Crazy heat boiled down his spine and caressed his balls as their movements became fluid and decadent.

The air thick with pants and grunts, Keyes thrust up into Alec, holding him on his dick as he ground into all that perfect heat. Alec worked his hips faster, riding him, using his thighs for leverage as he claimed his cock.

“Fuuucckkkk…” Warm palms slammed against his chest. Alec braced himself and changed position, rising up off his knees and planting his feet where his knees had been. Alec quickened his pace, which became more insistent and demanding as he rode him hard, fast, and so fucking right.

Arching his hips, he met Alec move for move. Heavy grunts, soft moans, and the sound of their bodies colliding in passion played like sweet music in his ear. Sweat dampened their skin as he reveled in the pleasure of the moment. Key’s climax edged closer, but he didn’t want to give in. He wanted this feeling to go on forever. He’d suddenly become a greedy bastard.

Alec’s hard cock bounced rhythmically with every thrust of his hips, his breaths becoming ragged and uneven. Key loosened his hold on Alec’s waist and reached out to stroke the bobbing cock. He usually didn’t bother with his partner’s enjoyment, but he couldn’t resist where this man was concerned. Somehow, making Alec come had suddenly become his only mission.

The weight and feel of Alec’s thick dick sliding against his palm felt almost too good, too right. Unwavering steel wrapped in soft velvet—perfection, much like the personality of the man himself.

Key watched Alec’s dick slide through his fist, his gaze snagged on the place where their bodies became one. He watched his cock disappear in and out of that hot hole, cataloging how the muscles in Alec’s stomach tightened and rippled as his thrusts grew faster.

“Gonna come.” Alec gasped and continued to ride him into oblivion. Fingers dug deeply into his skin. Fire licked the base of his skull then rolled through him, heating him from the inside out, setting his body ablaze. He gripped Alec tighter, stroking his thumb over the wet head, dipping the tip of his finger in the slit.

“Come on me,” Key bit out and drove up into Alec.

“Ahh…yessss!” Alec hissed as his dick jerked wildly in Key’s grip. The man’s ass clenched so tightly around him he couldn’t hold back his building pleasure as Alec’s come painted his chest and warmed his fist.

A strangled cry escaped his lips as his release overtook him, and he came deep inside Alec. His body shook and shattered with every pulse of his own cock into the condom. His muscles seized and his toes curled from the force of the orgasm that punched through him. Spots fired behind his eyes as he rode out the intensity.

Alec collapsed against him, panting in his ear. “That was…”

“Some fuckin’ ride,” he supplied, gasping for breath. He ran his hands up and down Alec’s back as their breathing returned to normal. Alec’s ass twitched, and Key ground into him with his softening dick.

“Mmm-hmm…” Alec wiggled.

Keyes gave a throaty chuckle at the move, reaching low to grip the condom as Alec eased off him. He quickly removed the rubber and tied it in a knot. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside this man.

“Come on,” Alec said when all he really wanted to do was cuddle into the solid muscle holding him in place. But in the frenzy of the moment, he hadn’t quite registered the armrest jabbing into his thigh. Up until that moment, he’d thought this was a comfortable piece of furniture.

Fighting both the sated feeling threatening to send him under and the weird numbness in his right leg, Alec summoned the strength to move and tried to stand with Key still draped languidly against the back of the couch.

“The bedroom,” he managed and closed his eyes, his strength vanishing as he crumpled back to Key’s chest. The tingling in his leg had to stop at some point, right? Maybe he didn’t need feeling in that appendage anyway. “A little help, please.”