He didn’t argue. He shifted, climbing over me with unsteady hands, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my head. I helped him, hands on his thighs, guiding him closer, breathing him in as his cock brushed my cheek, still wet and aching.
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You’re serious.”
I flattened my tongue and licked him from base to tip—slow, deliberate, tasting him fully. Michael gasped, hips jerking forward, hands flying to the headboard.
“Oh—shit—Daniel?—”
I licked him again, longer this time, then sucked the head into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks just enough to make him groan. I took my time, alternating between slow strokes of my tongue and deep, wet sucks, letting him feel every second of it.
He was shaking now, thighs trembling around my head, cock leaking freely. I let my tongue drag along the underside, then flicked over the sensitive head, again and again, until his breathing turned ragged.
“Sit,” I murmured against him. “All the way.”
He obeyed, lowering himself slowly, carefully, until his weight settled more firmly over my mouth. I flattened my tongue and pressed it up against him, lapping eagerly, letting him feel how badly I wanted this. He rode the sensation instinctively, hips rocking, mouth falling open as he chased the friction.
“Daniel—fuck—I?—”
I reached up and grabbed his ass, fingers digging in, pulling him down harder as I sucked him deep, saliva pooling, my mouth working him greedily. I let him set the pace, let him fuck my mouth slow and desperate, moaning around him every time he sank deeper.
He rode my face like he’d been waiting for permission all along—hips rolling, thighs tightening, breath coming apart withevery thrust. Spit dripped down my chin now, slicking his cock as he used me, the sounds obscene and wet and perfect.
“You’re—this is—fuck?—”
I hummed around him, sucking harder, tongue dragging slow and sinful strokes that made his knees wobble. He braced himself on the headboard, riding me deeper, needier, chasing that edge with reckless abandon.
And I let him.
I stayed right there, mouth open and eager, hands gripping his ass, eating him like he was mine—because he was—letting him grind and take and lose himself completely, knowing we had all the time in the world to fall apart together.
I pressed a last open-mouthed kiss to his thigh, licking him clean, and looked up—voice rough, full of want. “I want you to fuck me, Michael. I want you to take me apart. Need to feel you inside me—need it, need you.”
Something in Michael’s eyes went wild—darker, hungry, almost feral. All that restraint, all the patience he’d shown, snapped like a string pulled too tight. He grabbed me, big hands rough and sure, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing, spreading my thighs wide, exposing me to his gaze.
He didn’t waste time. Dropped between my legs, manhandling me into place, palms hot and heavy on my thighs as he pulled them open farther, bending me in half. His eyes locked on my ass, my pretty pink hole slick and open, and he fucking growled—a raw, animal sound that sent a bolt of heat straight to my cock.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice thick. “Open for me. Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this, Daniel—so fucking pretty, so ready.”
He dove in, mouth hot and desperate, tongue lapping over my hole, sucking, teasing, eating me out like a man starving. He used his thumbs to spread me wider, devouring every inch,tongue fucking me deep, making me writhe and gasp and curse, head pressed back into the pillows.
I moaned for him, helpless and shameless, grinding down onto his face, wanting it rough, wanting him everywhere. Michael groaned against me, spit dripping down my crack, his mouth messy, greedy, relentless as he rimmed me open, fucked me with his tongue, left me trembling.
“Michael—fuck, just like that?—”
He looked up, eyes dark with heat, mouth glistening with spit and slick. “You want it, Alpha? Want me to fuck you now, make you fall apart for me?”
“Please,” I begged, voice breaking. “Want you inside me. Need it—need you to ruin me, Michael.”
He grinned, savage and sweet, and kissed my thigh, promising, “I’m going to wreck you. Gonna make you remember this every time you move tomorrow. You ready for me, Daniel?”
I nodded, wrecked and eager, and he pressed a last filthy kiss to my hole before grabbing the lube, ready to give me everything I asked for and more.
Michael didn’t waste another second. He popped the cap on the lube, squeezing a generous amount into his palm, slicking his fingers first. He spread my thighs wider, gaze locked on my hole, pink and fluttering, already open from his tongue. He worked one finger in, slow and careful at first, circling and pressing, then a second, scissoring me open. I gasped at the stretch, hips rocking down to meet him, greedy for more.
“Fuck, you take my fingers so well,” he growled, the praise making my cock throb against my stomach. “You love being opened up, don’t you? Love knowing I’m about to fill you, breed you until you can’t remember your own name.”
“Yes,” I panted, shameless. “Want you, Michael. Need it. Need you to make me yours.”
He leaned down, kissed me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth with the same filthy intent as his fingers. I could taste myself on his lips, all salt and sweat and the promise of what was coming. He worked his fingers deeper, twisting and curling, searching for that spot that made my vision blur—and when he found it, I choked on a moan, grabbing the sheets, shaking.
