30. Chapter 30

"We're going to Brooklyn?" Alec asks, tucking his white silk shirt into the metallic silver pants I bought for him.

I hold the matching jacket and help him slip into it. He's delicious and I can't wait to strip him out of these clothes with my teeth when we get back.

"Yes." Not telling him where we're going adds to the fun. He's been working a lot since Emmett began training as an assistant manager. I've been a madman, creating pieces for my show and consulting with Cole on his gift for Shane.

So tonight is for us, and that includes fashion and showing off my man. The silver velvet shines and the light reflects patterns of gold and platinum. We had it tailored, so it fits every curve and dip of his incredible body. If I put him on display, people would pay exorbitant amounts of money to see him. It's thrilling to watch both men and women lust for him and know he's coming home with me. Only me.

We discussed being exclusive. I'm not good at sharing. But I didn't ask if we've moved this relationship from something fake to being real. The answer scares me.

"Viking, there are plenty of restaurants and bars closer to where we live, no matter how cool Google makes Brooklyn sound." He smirks and twists a piece of my hair around his finger.

I ignore his tease. "The Uber's downstairs. Let's go."

Alec grins as we pull up to the theater to see Company X put on a magic and burlesque show. Other artists at The Artistic Edge proclaim this is the most unique and intoxicating show.

The atmosphere and showmanship are out of this world. My heart beats along with the music, sweeping me up in the fantasy world. The sensual music and dancing are risqué as bodies float across the stage, touch each other erotically, and vanish in fiery explosions.

Alec and I couldn't stop touching each other. The velvet and silk are so soft on top of his firm muscles. The show is hours of foreplay. Neither of us gets up when the show ends.

We're tucked into a dark corner and Alec, eyes on fire, straddles me in my chair. He twists my hair around his fist and yanks my head back but doesn't kiss me. I stretch, reaching for his lips, but he hovers out of reach.

"Do you know how many obscene things I could do to you right now?" His words wash over me, fogging my brain.

"As many things as you want," I affirm, cupping his ass and kneading it.

"But we're in Brooklyn, and you're making me wait. You get off on torturing me."

"An error in judgment," I agree. "I should have insisted they move it to Manhattan for you."

"Viking, this is not the time to joke with me." Alec tugs harder on my hair. It sends bolts of lust from my head to my groin.

"Blow job in the bathroom?" I suggest.

"No. You brought me here, so we're both waiting until we get home." He growls.

Home. I love hearing that––a home with Alec. It's too soon and he'll probably shut me down if I suggest living together, but it's there, almost within reach. I still need to explain my visa and the different steps I can take to become a citizen to stay with him.

"Your place or mine?" I wink to annoy him. He claims he winks ironically—not to be sexy.

"My bed is bigger, and we're going to need the extra room tonight." Alec nips my jaw, climbs out of my lap, and offers me a hand to stand up. The velvet pants highlight his erection and my base instincts threaten to take over. "Come, show off what you do to me." His eyes are dancing and his dimples taunt me.

I groan. "You're insatiable."

Alec's hands land on my shoulders as he leans in with his lips, brushing my ear. "You love dressing me up, taking me out, and watching people lust over me."

I nod without shame or remorse. "I do."

He lights up the room, becoming the center of attention, and I can watch while no one pays attention to me. It's fantastic.

"You get off on it. Making me look pretty for you." His teeth graze my earlobe.

"Yes, knowing everyone in the room is looking and you're coming home with me." My head bobbles.

"Then stop stalling and take me the fuck home." Alec presses a chaste kiss to my lips then backs away.

"Don't pretend you don't love all the eyes on you." I smack him on the ass as I stand. "Ask me nicely and I might fit taking you home into my schedule."

"I'm rubbing off on you," he grumbles.

"Have I told you how much fun it is to tease you?" I deadpan as we make our way out in the cold.

"Viking, face it, you didn't know how to tease someone or even have fun before you met me. You were a broody, grumpy, hot guy in the corner glaring at everyone. Now you're the broody, sometimes funny, hot guy, staring adoringly at me while sitting in the corner."

"I love to stare at you." I tuck him into my side as we hail a yellow cab.

In the car, we're sitting on top of each other for warmth. That's the story I tell myself. The driver has the heat blasting, but we need each other's body heat because of the frigid air. His suit is soft and I can't keep my hands from stroking his thighs.

The hand Alec's resting on my inner thigh inches up and I grab his wrist. He chokes on a gasp as I force his hand over my hard-on. He shakes with laughter. "You were not expecting that, were you?" I breathe in his ear.

I haven't thought this through because Alec digs his fingers into the material of my pants and has my cock in hand. It's indecent and I grunt as he strokes me.

"I find the unexpected exhilarating. Don't you, Viking?"

I should've known better than to play with fire. Alec can't resist a challenge and he's pure fire. But he has me. I don't care if I get burned. One day, possibly tonight, I'm going to go up in flames and thank him for the burns.

I'm silent, frozen in place. If Alec decides I'm going to come in my pants, I won't stop him. I don't recognize myself. I don't do public displays of affection. I've never considered public sex.

"Damn, Viking, look what you made me do." He releases my dick and pets it like he's patting a dog on the head.

We ride back to his place with my forehead turned into his shoulder, embarrassed to look at the driver. Alec swipes his credit card, and he's hauling me out of the cab and up to his apartment.

Hours and hours of taming our lust has unleashed a torrent of passion. Alec has me pinned to the wall next to the door, his hands trying to touch all of my body at once, along with his lips.

Then his bottomless brown eyes captivate me. I fall into them, eager to answer their plea. Alec needs control most of the time. It's ingrained in his psyche for survival. I'm more than willing to surrender my body, my soul, my pleasure—trusting him with all of me.

But being in control all the time comes with a price of a heavy burden.

Tonight, Alec's eyes can't bear the burden. His trust is a precious gift, and I intend to honor that trust. All. Night. Long.

With my knees bent, Alec and I are the same height and I hook my arms under his so when I straighten, he's a couple of inches off the ground. I swallow his moan, spurred by dirty intentions and reading my man's needs. There are endless possibilities, but the couch beckons me. He should be comfortable while ceding control.

Marching across the room with Alec dangling above the ground, I growl in his ear right before setting him on his feet. "Strip."

Alec's velvet jacket flies across the room, and I hear a detached button ping. When I recross the room, dead bolting the door, his breath catches. I'm telling him this is our safe space, and he hears me. He tips over, stripping off his pants and socks at the same time. I kneel in front of him, guiding him to sit on the couch. There's such power in kneeling before the man I love.

The thought is an explosion of truth. I love Alec.

I will fight for this man, for a chance at forever. The reality is I'll most likely have to fight him and his past. But he's worth it. If it ends in a shattered heart, being with him is worth it.

As I'm removing his pants, his fingers plunge into my hair to sift through it. He does it over and over, massaging my scalp and twisting strands around his fingers. Our bodies communicate for us––our eyes lock with the emotion filling the room. It's a crescendo swirling and soaring, lifting our souls like the music had earlier.

"You're wearing them," I breathe. He has on the silk rainbow thong I bought for him.

"Date night panties. Are they a gift for you or me?" His eyes sparkle and he is the ultimate temptation.

I run my knuckles over his erection wrapped in silk, and he shivers. A stab of possessiveness jars me, knowing he's been wearing not only the suit I bought him but the underwear as well. It's an impulse to dress him every day. "Both. It's for both of us."

Alec licks his lips. "Best kind of gift."

We're finally naked and the moment is reverent, spiritual beyond my comprehension.

"Let me taste you." I lift one of his legs to my shoulder.

Alec lies back, reaching for a throw pillow so he can watch me eat him.

"You consume my thoughts," I admit. "I will always get down on my knees and beg for a taste of you." I kiss his inner thighs to relax him. His desire can't override his past yet. Someday I hope to change that.

His tension bleeds into the cushions as my touch assures him he's safe. His cock is swollen and getting harder, demanding to be touched—as demanding as he is. His dark eyes will me to do their bidding, but anticipation amps up the reward. The tip of my tongue laps his pre-cum and traces the ridge around his head. Alec's breath leaves his chest in staccato heaves as his hands curl into fists. He's clenching his jaw but refrains from barking orders.

My tongue skims the length of his cock and I suck his balls into my mouth, burying my nose in his musky scent.

My favorite smell.

He parts his legs wider, lifting his ass. An irresistible invitation.

I rim him, waiting for his muscles to clench so I can soothe them. He remains loose and his eyes devour me.

"There is not enough time in the universe for us." I grunt. "To eat and suck you until your taste imprints on my tongue." The words "To fuck you" are left unsaid. It has to be his choice.

Alec's eyes roll back, and he's keening as I impale him with my tongue and use my thumbs to caress his rim. I push them in a fraction of an inch and Alec's cock is leaking on his belly.

"Fuck me," Alec pants. I stiffen and he whispers, "Don't make me ask you twice. I prepped myself earlier. Just in case."

He whimpers as I surge up to get a condom and lube. I don't ask if he's sure. Alec made himself clear and his body will tell me if he changes his mind.

Alec trusts me to fuck him, and I trust him to tell me if he needs to stop.

I push the sentimental significance of his request out of my head. Those thoughts will make me come before I finish prepping him.

"You've not experienced the best part of gay sex," I declare, and his dimples appear with a raised eyebrow. "I will ruin you for all other men."

"Consider me ruined." Alec's sultry voice raises the hair on my arms.

My fingers stretch him as I maneuver myself onto the couch facing Alec with a foot planted on the floor and the other leg running along the seam of the back and seat cushions. My shoulder nudges his leg up onto the back of the couch and I drape the other over my thigh.

"This's an awkward position," Alec mumbles.

I brush his prostate and his back bows off the couch. My actions will convince Alec the pleasure will be worth our odd positioning.

Alec's sprawled out at my mercy––enticing. His wavy hair is sex mussed and his pupils take over his eyes, black and ravenous for me. The stark difference between his tattoos and my milky white skin drives my desire higher.

Tossing the condom on his delicious abs, I say, "Put it on me."

Alec opens the packet with shaky hands. "Next time you'll breed me."

I'm so confused. "Why does that sound sexy as hell when you say it but reminds me of farm animals?"

Alec freezes while putting the rubber on me and gets a glint in his eye. He strokes my bare dick and leans in to lick it. "Next time, you're going to work me open until I'm begging for your cock. You're going to use that bossy voice to tell me what to do. And when neither of us can take it anymore, you're going to take my ass with your bare cock and fuck me until I see stars. I'm going to come on your cock, and you're going to fill me with your seed. That's how you're going to breed me."

My dick jumps at the thought of my cum leaking out of Alec's ass and a profound need spikes to do it now. Lust can't overrule reason. He said next time, so I focus on him rolling the condom on me. I count in Swedish out loud so this isn't over before it begins.

"You want to breed me." His voice is breathy with need. "I've never done it before. Never fucked without a condom."

I swallow hard, unable to form words. The picture he painted in my head is too much. I pull him up for a lingering kiss. We have the taste of each other on our tongues and he groans into my mouth.

I tease his hole with my tip and push in an inch. "Take me into your body. Push yourself on it so you're in control."

Alec whimpers as I stroke his glorious cock and he leverages himself to take me.

Sinking into Alec, I refrain from saying this is the greatest pleasure of my life. "Amazing." I pant, trying to catch my breath. "You're squeezing me so tight."

Alec thrusts his way down and I can't look away from where we're joined. The animal in me is restless, determined to plunge into Alec. I'm relieved I can't act on the urge from this position. Hurting him would kill me.

By the time Alec has me balls deep, we're panting and I lean in for another kiss. In this position, his thrusts are small and controlled, which is not enough for him, but he needs to adjust to my size.

I've never felt possessive over a guy's ass, but he let me in. It is mine now.

"More," Alec commands, circling his hips.

Nipping his neck, I ease him on his back.

"Please." Alec's plea fills the room.

I pull Alec's cock upright, then curve my spine. When I swallow his cock down my throat he bellows.

"Ohmyfuckinggodfuckinghellholyshit!" His words become incoherent sounds.

I fuck and suck him simultaneously. This is what he's been missing.

His chest heaves as I hollow my cheeks and bob up and down his length. Neither of us is going to last long with his ass clenching around my cock as I continue to suck him.

My name on Alec's lips brings the nickname he gave me to life, Viking, collecting my booty. Literally and figuratively. My name might be the only word in his vocabulary right now, but the various intonations are a poem, a story, a novel.

Lifting my head, I say, "Come for me, mitt hj?rta."

Alec's body convulses as if he's been hit with electroshock. His fingers fist my hair, then let go to force my head farther on his cock. Alec's thick cum fills my throat and I greedily gulp it down.

Alec is babbling.

I made Alec babble.

Without withdrawing, I bring my knees under me to fuck him properly. Alec is so far gone, he's begging again.

If nirvana can be experienced in a moment, my orgasm is it.