I was hard for him, too.
His pink tongue darted out, wetting his lips before teasing around the crown of my dick. He moaned as if he’d never had anything so perfect in his mouth.
It really did something to an alpha’s ego.
He licked his way from tip to base, then back again, his glassy eyes glancing up at me and wrecking me completely.
North wrapped his lips around me, a bit too eager and taking me too far. He gagged, his eyes watering as he pulled away, gasping for breath and trying again. I gathered the tear with my thumb, wiping it away and holding his face.
“Are you going to relax for me, Beta?” I asked, hating how tense he was, even as he was trying to swallow me again. “It's just us. We belong together, don’t we?”
“Yes,” he said around me, blinking away and pulling back long enough to take in a deep breath. He relaxed visibly under my coaxing, so fucking responsive for me.
“You feel so good,” I praised, my hips rocking forward before I could stop them. His eyes rolled back, as if I was sinking into his ass instead of his throat. Fuck, he was perfect. “Can I fuck your mouth now? That’s all I can think about.”
He nodded before his eyes fluttered shut. I gave him a second to regulate his breathing before I moved.
I didn’t rut into his mouth like I wanted, keeping my knot out. Instead, I buried my cock in his throat over and over, pulling back enough for him to suck in a breath before pushing back in. I was firm, dominant, but making sure to not overwhelm him.
We could work up to more.
He felt so fucking good, warm and hot and wet around my cock. It was only a few minutes of burying my cock in his throat when my stomach tightened, my orgasm starting to build.
“I’m going to come, tap my leg if you want me to stop.
He shook his head, eyes opening to lock onto mine. My beta wanted this as much as I did.
Then I was coming down his tight throat.
My perfect man swallowed down every damn drop. As he pulled out, his tongue swiped up any that remained, cleaning me so well.
His scent was stronger now, holding a sweeter edge of sugar to the gingerbread and nutmeg I always loved. If this was what he smelled like when he came, I knew I’d never get enough.
“On the bed, beta,” I demanded. It was adorable how he scrambled up to his feet and stripped out of his clothes, before laying on his back. His cock was hard and leaking for me. I took a moment to truly soak in the sight, stunned that anyone could want me this much.
As much as I wanted him.
God I was a fool for waiting, for holding back and afraid of ruining the friendship. I’d wasted so long. So many years I could have had him just like this.
We had gone from nothing to this so fast that I took this time to appreciate him, commit this sight to memory. It was just like our friendship started. So quick that it was hard to determine the exact moment the world shifted. We just were.
He whimpered as I finally moved closer. It was such an omega move that I had to chuckle. I’d reduced my beta down to instinct and desire, and that was a heady feeling.
“I’ve got you,” I promised before I wrapped my lips around his cock, teasing my tongue over him and reveling in his taste. Sweet, salty, and a hint of his spicy scent. It was perfect.
I teased my tongue over him again, taking his cock as deep as I could. He wasn’t in control, I was, and I set a pace that I knew would drive him crazy. It was the same level of control with a hint of desperation that I fucked his mouth with.
North’s fingers gripped my hair, holding on tight. The sharp sting of him pulling had my cock aching all over again.
I wanted this to be so good for him, putting everything I had into this blow job. I was hardly an expert, but I knew what I liked and I wasn’t afraid to listen to every sound he made, using them to drive him closer to the edge.
He cried out, unrestrained and full of bliss as he came down my throat.
Just like he did, I cleaned up every drop he gave me before crawling into bed beside him. His eyes were glassy and soft, a lazy smile on his lips. I couldn’t resist pressing my lips to his again. Our tongues danced, mixing our tastes together as our bodies came down from that high.
“I love you, Jack.” His words were so clear and confident that I knew he meant them.
My first instinct was to panic. I froze for a second, shocked, then I realized I didn’t need to be.
