All my pent-up horny energy came pouring out. I launched myself at him, grabbing his wrists and pushing him against the wall. Our mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, interspersed with Brady's little moans and whines.
I pushed my knee between Brady's legs to part them. My hand pressed to the front of his jeans and found the bulge there. It twitched under my palm as Brady squirmed, whimpering in pleasure. My throbbing cock frotted against Brady's pants. It felt good, but not as good as it would feel buried inside him.
"Need you," I groaned in his ear.
He shivered, melting between my body and the wall. "I need you, too." His voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'm already so wet."
That jolted me. My vision tunneled as my instincts took over. I cupped Brady's ass and felt it—his slick soaked through the fabric. It was so sexy, I nearly lost my mind.
I yanked down his waistband, exposing his underwear. It strained in the front from his erection, and the back was dripping wet. The musky smell of omega arousal filled the air, sending me into a frenzy. Growling, I yanked his underwear down to expose his needy hole. My finger traced its puckered rim. Brady gasped and hugged me for stability, since his knees shook and threatened to buckle.
"I've got you," I promised, holding him.
He nodded. "Feels good..."
"I'm going in."
"Please."
My finger plunged inside. The hot tightness sent shudders through my body. Even on my finger, it felt incredible. I couldn't wait to replace it with my cock.
Brady moaned, bucking his hips. "Yes, fuck... TJ,please, fuck me."
How long I'd waited to hear those words.
I spun Brady around to face the wall. He braced himself against it while pushing his ass towards me. His position opened up his hole. I watched it pulse open and shut, slick trickling down his crack. My alpha instincts went wild. I grabbed Brady's hips, holding him in place as I lined up the head of my cock with his dripping hole. As badly as I wanted to plow him right away, my cock was big. I didn't want to hurt him.
But as I prodded and teased it, Brady whined. "Go in already," he complained.
"You sure?" I asked with the last of my restraint.
"Fuck me, TJ."
No arguing with that.
I sank into Brady. It was divine. His wet, tight heat swallowed up my cock. It felt so good, I couldn't breathe. I paused to inhale, but that only filled my nose with the scent of Brady's omega musk, riling me up further.
I lost all control. My hips rocked, building a speedy rhythm until Brady cried out with every deep thrust. The sound of slapping skin and wet squelches became familiar background noise, but my mate's wanton moans were music to my ears.
"You like this?" I asked, just to hear his sexy voice.
"Yes," Brady cried.
He angled his ass higher, wanting to feel me deeper inside him. I thrust up until my balls, filling every inch of him as he clamped down on my aching cock. His tightness felt amazing. I wouldn't last much longer. I clutched Brady's hips harder and picked up the pace of my thrusts. Each one made us both moan and grunt in pleasure.
And then, Brady said something I'd never forget.
"Breed me, TJ," Brady cried. "Make me pregnant."
My world spun.
It wasn't just dirty talk. He really wanted it. I heard the love in his voice, not just for me, but a family that could result from this tryst. I already considered Brady and Kiara my family, but my mate wanted to expand that.
And I wanted that, too.
"All right," I growled. "I'm going to impregnate you, Brady. Fill your womb with my cum."
That made him whimper with need. He arched his back, taking me as deep as possible, his muscles clenching on my erection to milk out every drop of my impending orgasm. I fucked him hard and fast until I couldn't take it anymore. My pleasure peaked—I roared as I came inside my mate, pouring out thick jets of cum until we were both sated.
