With swift motions, Ramsay unbuttoned and unzipped me, freeing my cock. I gasped as the air swirled against it, then inhaled sharply when Ramsay’s fingers circled around the base of my shaft.
“Bigger than I thought an omega would be,” he teased.
I wanted to shoot back a snarky reply, but it died in my throat as Ramsay gave my cock a firm, sensual stroke. A shaky moan escaped me. He had barely started touching me but I was already trembling. I backed up against the wall of the hut, resting against the wood so my knees wouldn’t give out. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat.
Ramsay kissed me, slow and casual. “How do you feel?”
“Great,” I said, my voice cracking.
He gave my cock a quick, mischievous tug that made me yelp.
“Never thought I’d get to be playing with you like this,” he murmured. “You were always the best part of going to Moon Meetings.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. Is anyone else here?” He grinned.
Pleasure flooded me as Ramsay continued to work my cock in his amazing hands. I could barely think straight.
“Why?” I asked.
“I always liked you a little bit more than usual.” A deliberately slow, teasing stroke that made my cock twitch. “Didn’t know why, but I did.” His other hand went to fondle my balls. “Never thought we’d be together though, since we’re from different packs and all. But now? I’m gonna make you feelgood,Matheson.”
I moaned openly as hot sparks of pleasure exploded beneath my skin. Ramsay’s hands were like magic. My cock was hot and flushed, and it jerked helplessly in his grip. My balls ached for release.
“Let me touch you,” I gasped.
He chuckled. “All right.”
My hands flew to his jeans, undoing them with much less grace than he’d done for me. I fumbled until I gripped his hard cock. He let out an appreciative hum. It felt large and heavy in my hands.
Excitement turned my hands shaky as I slowly began to pump Ramsay’s dick. The whole atmosphere of being crammed inside a small, secluded spot as we pressed our hot, sweaty bodies together in a frantic moment of passion was intensely erotic. We touched each other’s cocks with fervor, bringing our partner closer to orgasm. I wasn’t holding back any noises anymore. My moans and whimpers peppered the air as Ramsay’s amazing hands jerked me off. I’d never ridden the wave of pleasure so intensely before.
“Cum in my hand,” Ramsay whispered in my ear. I shuddered.
It didn’t take much longer. With a few more strokes, I came with a choking cry. Ramsay cupped his palm over the end of my cock and I splattered it with my cum before collapsing back against the wood breathlessly.
“Oh my god,” I muttered.
Ramsay’s rock-hard cock still bobbed in front of me. He examined the pool of cum in his palm with a satisfied smirk--then licked it off.
I shivered, then threw myself back into jacking him off. He was close, I knew it--his cock twitched erratically with my movements. The head was swollen and glistened with pre-cum. Then Ramsay groaned, and cum burst out of the tip of his cock, shooting violently all over my chest. It was a startlingly huge load that painted the front of my shirt with stripes of white fluid.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to get it all over you,” Ramsay mumbled with a satisfied grin. “Probably didn’t help that I saved it all up, though.”
“Saved it?”
“Last night,” Ramsay said, casually doing his pants back up. “I was hard as hell after our little wrestling match. Took everything I had not to beat myself off after you fell asleep.”
I laughed. “I noticed it before dinner. Why didn’t you just relieve yourself?”
“Didn’t feel right with a guest in the house.” He licked his lips. “Plus, it made your handjob just now that much sweeter.”
I smiled and leaned up to kiss him again. He smelled like smoked wood and alpha musk.
“Well, now I’m sweatyandcovered in cum,” I said, gesturing to myself. “How’re we gonna walk back like this?”
“Who said anything about going back yet?” Ramsay nodded towards the shore. “How about a beach date? We can wash up in the water, too.”
A nice dip in the lake sounded nice and refreshing after cumming in a shack. “Race you there.”
He winked. “Hope your legs still work.”
The air split with our laughter as he dashed towards the shore. But it was soon joined by a startled yelp from me when I realized we weren’t alone. I stumbled and crashed into Ramsay, who skidded to a halt.
Someone was standing in the middle of the water, soaking wet and staring at us.
