Once I was fully seated, my body trembled and I gently pulled my hips back, taking in the view. The position. The grasp on my cock. The subtle moans. The entire picture was like a cinematic masterpiece—one of those classics never to be forgotten. I took a second to breathe letting him adjust to me. Then I slid out and pushed back in a little harder than before. I could hear Rayden panting for breath. I grasped his hips when I pulled out again and he immediately shoved his ass back, swallowing my cock.
“Fuck me,” he gasped.
Taking my cue from him, I gripped his hips harder and began fucking him faster, my balls rubbing against his with each thrust, sparking tingles down my spine. Our skin slapping together mixed with our harsh breaths, a beautiful cadence I wanted to remember. His hand disappeared under his body, his arm flexing as his hand worked his cock. I stilled my movements, the slick sound of him jerking off, filled the air.
Sliding down over him, I thrust in a few times as I wrapped my hand around his throat and tugged him upright with me. I banded my other hand around his stomach and fucked him even harder. The possibility I might break him, crossed my mind but this boy was like that first glimpse of sunlight after a wicked storm. And I’d weather a fucking hurricane just to catch a hint of him. I couldn’t ask for more.
“Do you like that, baby boy,” I grunted in his ear, my thrusts relentless. “Do you like the old man’s cock in your ass?”
“Fuck, yes,” he rasped as our bodies moved in perfect harmony, no barriers, skin on skin contact like a fucking dream. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his body tensing under my touch.
“Don’t you fucking come, boy,” I warned.
“Please,” he begged.
Gripping his jaw, I turned his face to mine and devoured his mouth while I slammed into him, long breathless strokes. My balls tightened, my orgasm close. He bit my lip, his tongue tangling with mine, his hard pants blowing into my mouth. I dropped my hand on his waist and covered his hand on his cock, stilling his movements. His eyes flew open as he broke the kiss.
“I need to fucking come.” Annoyance flared his nostrils.
I pulled out of him, and he groaned. “On your back.”
When he did as I asked, heavy-lidded eyes rimmed by flushed cheeks, stared at me, pleading. Kneeling between his spread legs, I lined up my cock and pushed in without hesitation. He let out a long hiss.
“You want to come baby?”
“Fuck yeah.” He lowered his hand to grab his cock and I pinned it above his head.
“You’ll spill your cum when I say so.” I lifted a brow, daring him to argue. He merely grunted a response making me smile. I began to move, slow at first then finding a steady rhythm before I pistoned into him. Sweat dripped down my temples, my body fighting my restraint not to give in to my orgasm. When he pushed up to kiss me, swallowing my tongue and sucking hard, I gripped his cock hard, jerking him off and he let out a low growl before his breathing turned ragged. “Come for me, Rayden.”
His hand shot up to grip my neck, pressing his brow to mine. “I’ll spill with you, old man, not for you, so you better fucking come too.” His hand closed around my hand that held his cock, pressing down.
Loving his smug grin, I gripped his cock hard and fucked him until my vision blurred, my breath hitched, my heart stuttered, and a distinct ringing pinged in my ear. But I fought the delirium and focused. Feeling my cum filling Rayden, watching his cum streak across his abs in thick white spurts, hearing out intermingled groans of pleasure and sniffing the desirable scent of sex.
When the storm finally settled around us, my knees wobbled, and my arms shook as I dropped to my elbows. But when my lips found his in a slow gentle kiss, he gave me the strength to feel again, wrapping his arms around me drawing me tight to him, cognizant of his cum acting like the perfect glue between us. He licked into my mouth, and I breathed a moan when he nipped my lips. As the kissed slowed, my breathing evened out, yet my pulse wouldn’t slacken. It kept pace with my chaotic thoughts of the magnetic pull between us, one so profound, I realized that no matter how much control I possessed, Rayden would forever hold me in his beautiful grasp. I was all alpha but this boy, was dominance on my soul that not even the strength of all the alphas in the animal kingdom combined, could touch. My brow fell to his, my nose brushing his as we breathed the same air, connected in more ways than one.
When I finally rolled off him, I pulled in deep, long breaths, needing no words between us. I glanced at Rayden, taking in his even breathing and closed eyes. My body so fucking sated, I didn’t want to move. But I had to.
I moved to get up and Rayden’s hand around my wrist stopped me. “Stay the night with me, please.” There was no aggression, no anger, just a simple request.
Looking at him, the first thing I saw was the euphoria from what we’d just done but when I looked deeper it was overshadowed by pain—not as intense as the night he arrived but just a hint to show he needed a little more comfort. While I knew we could never have anything permanent, what he was asking of me right now, was all I could offer him.
I’d given him what he wanted, if only I could give him what he needed.
“Okay,” I replied. “Shower?” He nodded and followed me.
****
THE NEXT EVENING, RAYDENwalked into the dining room and without a word, took the seat on my left. We’d spent the night together and I’d fucked him once more last night and early this morning before I left for a meeting. I hadn’t seen him since then. He was looking a lot better than that evening he arrived on my doorstep, out of the blue and after eight years. This time, I hoped or perhaps I wanted him to stay longer.
Alessia sat on my right with Remo on the opposite end to me. Since Rayden’s arrival, Alessia had been away, at school. Her current arrangement brought her home every two weeks which meant she hadn’t met him yet.
I was about to introduce her to him when Rayden looked at her and with his usual smirk in place, asked, “so, did they kidnap you too?”
She gasped and before I could respond, Remo grunted, “careful, Rayden, you’re speaking to Lorenzo’s wife.”
Rayden’s head snapped to Remo then to me, the blood draining from his face. But it was the look in his eyes that killed the air to my lungs. It wasn’t hurt but inexplicable anguish, more debilitating than when he’d relayed his girlfriend and his father’s betrayal.Fuck.
“Ray—”
