Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Ed rolled his hips, squeezing his muscles as he lifted himself up, before letting gravity pull him back down. He did it again, and then again. “Like this, you mean?”
“Yeah,” Alec said breathlessly, “that’s exactly the sort of thing I had in mind.”
Ed rode Alec slowly and deliberately, seeking his own pleasure while watching Alec’s reactions. What worked for Ed seemed to be working for Alec too. A deep flush spread down Alec’s neck, and soon he was moaning, arching up into each downward movement of Ed’s. He gripped Ed’s hips, trying to take control and make him go faster, so Ed grabbed his wrists and pushed them over his head, pressing them into the pillow. “No. I want it slow.”
Alec groaned in frustration, but he let Ed hold him down and kiss him for a while. Ed was getting close, but he needed more. Sitting up again he wrapped a hand around his cock. He rode Alec faster, stroking himself as Alec watched. The heat of Alec’s gaze rippled through Ed, lighting him up.
“Ed.” Alec’s voice was rough and the desperate sound of his name on Alec’s lips drove Ed higher, closer, right to the edge… and then he was tumbling over into bliss. He cried out as he gripped Alec with his thighs, fighting to stay upright as he came, cock pulsing and spilling over his hand and Alec’s stomach.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Alec was looking at him like he’d seen God.
“You didn’t come yet, did you?” Ed wasn’t sure. In the throes of his own orgasm, it had been hard to tell.
Alec shook his head. “Nearly, but not quite.”
Ed tried a tentative lift of his hips. He was still sensitive from coming, and he couldn’t hold back a hiss as Alec’s cock brushed his prostate. It wasn’t unpleasant; it was just… a lot. But the expression on Alec’s face made the slight discomfort worth it.
“Oh yes,” he moaned as Ed found a rhythm and an angle he could handle. “Fuck me.”
“I’m working on it.” Ed huffed out a breathless chuckle. His thighs ached now and his arse felt stretched and sore, but he wanted it. He wanted to feel the ache the next day, a ghost of their shared pleasure until the physical imprint of their night together faded. He fucked Alec harder. The pain was good because it matched the pain in Ed’s heart when he thought about facing Alec in the office on Monday and pretending they were nothing to each other.
Their bodies were slippery with sweat. Alec dug his fingers into Ed’s hips so hard they’d probably leave bruises. Ed didn’t care. It would be another thing to remember this by.
Alec came with a harsh cry, thrusting up deep into Ed.
Ed didn’t come again, but it almost felt as though he did as Alec’s cock pulsed inside him. He squeezed his internal muscles, shivering with an echo of his own release. “Yeah,” he said, grinning down at Alec, who looked totally wrecked. Covered in sweat and Ed’s come, he was a far cry from the perfectly coiffed and expensively dressed boss Ed knew in the office.
Alec’s lips softened into a smile that made Ed’s heart squeeze. He definitely knew which version of Alec he preferred—although the “sexy boss” version of Alec was hot as fuck too.
“Come here,” Alec said.
Ed eased himself off, his limbs protesting. “Ouch.” He rubbed at his thigh as he flopped onto his side. “Cramp.”
Alec dealt with the condom quickly, then put his arms around Ed and tugged the covers up.
Ed burrowed into his chest, loving the scent of Alec and the solid muscular warmth surrounding him. They lay like that, trading increasingly sleepy kisses, until Alec sighed and rolled away. Ed protested, reaching for him. “Don’t go,” he said before he had time to think better of sounding so needy.
“I’m not going anywhere, but I need a piss before I crash out,” Alec said.
Ed let him go with a huff, but when he heard the sound of water running, he realised he ought to go too—unless he wanted to have to get up again in a few hours, and he really didn’t.
He found Alec trying to clean his teeth with a hotel flannel.
“You can use my toothbrush if you want,” Ed offered.
“It seemed presumptuous.”
“You’ve had your dick in my arse twice tonight. I think we’ve graduated to the toothbrush-sharing stage of our r— Whatever.” Ed cut himself off quickly with a vague wave of his hand. He didn’t think “relationship” was a word Alec would want to hear applied to them.
“Thanks.” Alec picked up Ed’s toothbrush without further comment.
Ed paused, uncertain for a moment. Then decided that peeing while Alec brushed his teeth was going to have to be acceptable, because he was cold and tired and didn’t want to wait.