Eventually, I pulled out slow, cock slick and glistening, savoring the ruined look on his face—flushed, mouth red and swollen, eyes shining with hunger and trust. “Get up,” I growled, voice rougher than it had ever been, “on the bed, all fours, now.”
Watching him scramble onto hands and knees, ass high, back arched, I felt unstoppable. Palms slid up his thighs, spreading them wider, kneading the muscle as I lowered myself between them. My nose pressed into the curve of his ass, inhaling the sweat, the scent, the proof of his arousal, the promise of what I’d put inside him.
Tongue lashed out, licking up the crease, spit soaking his hole, tasting the salt and heat, the lingering tang of need. I spit directly on him, then licked it away, working circles around the rim, sucking, biting, loving the way he whimpered and shook for me. Hands spread his cheeks wider, thumbs opening him, watching his hole clench, twitch, open with every push of my tongue.
Fingers joined in, two at first, then three, twisting, scissoring, stretching him as my mouth worked in time, relentless, worshipful. Every filthy sound from Nate just fed the fire. I pressed a kiss to the small of his back, then spit on my fingers, working it deep, making sure he was open, so ready, so ruined for me.
“You know what I want,” I muttered against his skin, voice vibrating with the force of my need. “Want to breed you. Want to watch you take it, hold it, keep every drop.” Cock pressed between his cheeks, sliding in the mess I’d made, grinding against his hole but not giving him relief. Just teasing, letting him feel the size, the threat, the promise of everything to come.
My mouth found the back of his neck, biting down, tongue laving the sting, marking him over and over. Hands roamed his body, gripping his hips, sliding up his spine, flexing every muscle for him to feel, making sure he knew what he belonged to.
“Mine,” I growled, letting him feel the depth of it, letting every touch, every bite, every filthy lick drive the claim deeper. My tongue returned to his hole, pressing in, tongue-fucking him, spit running down, making it sloppy, wet, obscene. Fingers stretched him open wider, cock throbbing, aching to be inside.
When he begged, voice cracking, body trembling, I pulled back to watch him—pink, slick, open, ruined just for me. My hands squeezed his ass, my chest pressed to his back, and I kissed his shoulder, dragging my tongue up the length of his spine.
“Gonna fill you up,” I whispered, grinding the head of my cock against his entrance, making him feel the thickness, the stretch, the promise of being bred. “Gonna watch it drip out of you. Gonna make you mine, every way there is.”
The need to be inside, to claim, to own, burned so hot it was almost pain. Still, I didn’t rush, taking my time, letting my hands map every inch, tongue and teeth branding every spot I could reach. Nate’s moans filled the room, his body shaking under me, perfectly open and desperate, and I reveled in every second.
A growl ripped from my chest, vibrating through my jaw as I shoved Nate’s thighs even wider, spreading him until his knees trembled on the mattress. My face pressed between his cheeks, nose buried in the musk and heat, tongue flattening over hishole and then driving in, relentless, wild, obsessed with getting deeper. Every muscle in my body worked to hold him steady, hands gripping his hips, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises he’d see for days.
Every time my tongue pushed inside, Nate let out a sound that was half sob, half whimper, his whole body shuddering as I devoured him, spit and need coating his rim, making it shine. The taste of him—salt, sweat, the clean tang of slick—hit every primal nerve, and I couldn’t get enough. My nose bumped his hole as I rimmed him, lips sealing around the rim and sucking until he was babbling, shaking, clenching desperately around my tongue.
A hand snaked down between his legs, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock from behind, feeling it pulse and throb, thick and heavy, drooling precome onto the sheets. I pumped him in my fist, matching the rhythm of my tongue, dragging him higher with every filthy, desperate stroke. His whole body rocked forward with the pressure, hips arching back for more, begging in every language his body had.
Pulling back just enough to spit again, I let the drool drip down the crack of his ass, using my thumb to smear it in circles, rubbing it into the hot, trembling flesh. Fingers pressed in, two at first, then three, working him open as my tongue kept up the attack, twisting, curling, flicking deep, coaxing every filthy sound out of him.
Without warning, I ducked lower, lips and tongue trailing over his balls, sucking them into my mouth, rolling them with my tongue until he was swearing, moaning, body arching off the bed. My hand squeezed his cock from behind, stroking him, milking out another pulse of precome that smeared over my fingers, slick and hot.
A quick shift, a hungry lunge, and my mouth was on his cock from below, sucking him deep from behind, tongue swirlingaround the head, swallowing him in one greedy gulp. I pressed his hips down, holding him steady while my lips locked around the crown, tongue teasing the slit, tasting every drop. The angle made him gasp, made his legs shake, made him rock back on my face and forward into my mouth at the same time.
My free hand kept working his hole, fingers spreading him, curling up to press right against his spot, making his cock jerk in my mouth. I loved the helpless noises, the desperate way his body surrendered, the wild look over his shoulder as he watched me worship him with every filthy inch of my mouth and hands.
“Look at you,” I rasped, voice thick with pride and need, licking up the length of his shaft, then diving back to tongue his rim again, eating him out like it was the only thing that mattered. “Look how you open for me. How you need it.”
My tongue and fingers worked in tandem, stretching him, teasing him, making sure he knew exactly what I intended to do. When I felt him start to shake, I pulled back, face wet, cock leaking against the sheets, but needing more—always more.
Spreading him wide, I bent to tongue him again, sloppier now, spit and slick everywhere, until his whole body writhed and every muscle was trembling under my grip. His cock hung heavy, drooling, begging for touch, so I sucked him deep, swallowed around him, made him feel how badly I wanted to ruin him.
Fingers pressed in deep, tongue lapping over his balls, mouth hot and hungry, every breath coming in shudders. My hand squeezed the base, thumb teasing the tip, then dove back to rim him again, lost in the taste, the heat, the wild, feral joy of owning him like this.
“Need you to beg for it,” I said, licking a stripe up his cock, then back down to his hole, sucking, licking, biting softly. “Need you to tell me you want it, need you to tell me you want me to fuck you open and fill you up.”
Nate’s voice broke as he pleaded, raw and beautiful and desperate for everything I had to give. “Please, Evan, fuck me—need you to fill me, need your cock, need to feel you ruin me, make me yours. Want to be bred. Please, please?—”
Every part of me responded. Something savage took over. Arms hooked under his knees, I scooped him up in one fluid motion, pressed my mouth to his jaw, biting hard, then devouring his lips. His legs locked around my waist, ass bare, cock hard and leaking against my stomach. Every sound he made went straight to my cock, making me harder than I’d thought possible, hungry for every inch of him.
A few stumbling steps took us to the nearest wall. His back thudded against the plaster, and I pinned him there with my hips, letting him feel the length of me, cock grinding between his cheeks, slick with spit and precome, pulsing for him. My mouth claimed his again, tongue pushing deep, kissing him until we were both gasping.
Lube was on the dresser. I fumbled for it with one hand, never letting him slip, body pressed flush, muscles bunched, holding him up like he weighed nothing. Lube dripped onto my fingers, cold, then hot as I shoved them back inside him, pumping him open, stretching him wide, making him moan against my mouth.
“Feel that?” I whispered, voice barely human. “That’s how you take me. Gonna make you feel every inch. Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Want you dripping for me—want my cum leaking out of you, want everyone to see who you belong to.”
Nate arched, thighs flexing around my hips, hands clawing at my back. “Yes, yes, want that, want all of it—need you to fuck me, need you to fill me, please, Alpha?—”
Ripping the last barrier away, I lined myself up, the head of my cock thick and swollen, pressed right to his rim. One hardpush, and I slid inside, groaning at the impossible tightness, the heat, the way he clenched around me like he was trying to keep me forever. I didn’t pause, didn’t wait for him to adjust, just fucked in deeper, holding him pinned between my body and the wall, one arm under his ass, the other gripping his hip so hard my knuckles went white.
Every thrust was brutal, relentless, pushing him higher on the wall, forcing him to take every inch, every savage snap of my hips. His legs shook around me, toes curling, hands gripping my shoulders, head thrown back as I drove into him. The wet sounds of our bodies, the slap of skin, the guttural noises I made every time I bottomed out—every detail drove me wilder.
