Havoc (Tattoos and Ties 1)

Key suddenly sat back and reached for the condoms. Watching Key roll the condom down that thick cock, Alec worked himself, not caring how wanton he looked as he waited for Key to hurry and fuck him. Key moved back over him and smiled. Their eyes locked, and Alec’s world tipped sideways as the heat of Key’s arousal slid across his hole.

Those intense eyes never left his as the head of Key’s cock pushed against his opening. Gratifying pressure took his breath as Key slowly entered him. The sweet burn of his intrusion sizzled through every nerve ending along his channel. The heat in his cyan-blue eyes burned into him like a branding iron. His toes curled at the intensity of their union. They both groaned when Key pressed in, swift and deep, and took his mouth in a slow hungry kiss.

Kissing him tenderly and thoroughly, Key stroked his tongue against Alec’s as he deepened the kiss and dominated him. Key moved against him, teeth nipping, tongue moving in a sensual dance. Key gripped his hips so tightly Alec couldn’t wait to see the bruises marking his skin.

When Key withdrew, Alec’s breath caught, but just when he thought Key was going to break their contact, the naughty biker sank back into his body, forcing Alec’s breath out in the form of a needy moan. His ass clenched around Key’s length, causing the man’s thrusts to falter, and Alec’s body to ignite.

He tried to ease his hips higher, opening his body even more for Key. Every thrust slid along his channel, brushing against his prostate, sending him closer and closer to the point of no return. Pleasure consumed him, burned through him, and made him greedy for more.

Key’s hair slid down around his shoulders as he sat up and pressed Alec’s legs back to lock him in place. Those motherfucking tattoos danced with every flex of those bulging muscles as he drove into him harder, deeper, and with complete control.

Somehow Key knew exactly what he needed, what he craved the most. The man was so sexy, his hips gyrating like some exotic dancer. The cords strained in his neck with every thrust. The heated concentration focused only on him and the rightness of their bodies moving together. This was exactly what he’d missed—the connection he felt with this man when they were together. The powerful feeling was so fucking new, but he would be willing to do anything to ensure they had the chance.

Every thrust of Key’s hips drove the air from his lungs. He tried to hold on, grabbing for Key’s shoulders, his fingers slipping in all that hair as he fought for control. Heavy pants, mumbled words, and the carnal sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. Key’s rough palm slid up and down his shaft with just the right pressure.

The intensity in Key’s gaze bored into him as if he demanded entrance not only to his body but his soul. Alec wrapped his fingers in all that hair and used it to pull Key’s mouth down to his. They both moaned the moment their mouths met. Kissing Key, just like this, exactly like this, could easily become his favorite addiction. Alec broke from the kiss to gasp for air. His lungs burned, and his body hummed with pleasure. He was so close, and Key’s strokes were relentless, pushing him toward the abyss.

“Come for me,” Key commanded and continued to sink into his body with hard deep thrusts. That cock moved so deliciously in him that Alec was helpless to do anything but surrender to the growing pleasure.

“Oh fuck…yes.” He panted, body on fire like someone had injected liquid oxygen into his muscles and then lit the match, the combustion incinerating him from the inside out. His ass clenched and all his muscles seized, refusing to do anything but contract under the onslaught of pleasure. Darkness skirted the edges of his vision as his release slammed through him, engulfing him in complete ecstasy. Key’s hand on his cock stilled as he thrust into him one last time before shouting his release.

Thunder shook the house again as Key collapsed on top of him. Alec pressed his lips to the vein pulsing in Key’s neck, not ready to release him from his arms as they recovered and their hearts slowed to a steadier beat. He held Key until the sweat on their skin cooled and still wouldn’t let him go.

Keyes held Alec wrapped in his arms, unwilling to let him go as he stared up at the ceiling watching the shadows from the rain striking the window. Alec seemed content in his arms and pressed his lips against Keyes’s neck while settling down on their shared pillow. Alec’s breath tickled his skin in perfectly timed puffs that served to enhance the blissful relaxation he’d gained from such an intense orgasm. This moment was right. He could never deny how well they came together. How could something feel so right but be so wrong? He wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he’d been a stupid ass motherfucker for staying away so long.