Chapter 4

Alec moaned into my mouth as I settled down against his hard cock, pressing my own erection into his stomach. “God, that feels good,” he breathed.

“Don’t I know it,” I told him, pushing his shirt up to bare his chest. He’d changed when we’d got here, out of his business suit and into a t-shirt and sweatpants. I liked that. Much as he rocked the businessman look, casual wear was definitely easier to get him out of. Bending my head, I tongued first one nipple and then the other, the salty taste and the feeling of them hardening sending a jolt straight to my groin. Alec’s hands ran down my back, over my arse, and then around my hips to start fumbling at the fastenings of my jeans. Every time they brushed against my cock I had to fight back a whimper. “God, if you don’t get my kit off soon I’m going to come right inside my jeans.”

“Couldn’t have that, could we?” Alec murmured, his fingers now running deliberately up and down my erection, just hard enough to drive me wild.