Creed wasn’t sure they were going to make it up the stairs, he was so hard his erection was painfully pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Winter’s legs loosened from around his waist and fell to the floor. Their lips separated when he pushed Creed back, and he finished taking off his sweats.
“As romantic as I want you to be,” Winter said, pushing Creed back up to the counter he was just sitting on. “I don’t think you understand how much I need you to take me now.”
Winter went to his knees and unzipped Creed’s jeans and pulled them down, letting them pool at his ankles. It was the one time Creed was grateful he’d gone commando. Winter palmed Creed’s cock, jerking it a few times.
“I’ve dreamed about having this big boy inside of me since our first night on the couch,” Winter whispered.
Creed looked down at his mate and saw lust on his face and hunger in his eyes. For a second, Creed wondered who was the alpha and who was the omega. But once again, the thought was pushed from his mind when Winter swirled his tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing the shaft, letting it hit the back of his throat.
“Holy hell,” breathed Creed.
Winter’s mouth felt so damn good around his cock Creed’s knees almost buckled. He grabbed the edge of the counter for something to hold on to. His head listed to the side, and he widened his legs when Winter reached up and fondled his balls with one hand, the other pushing up his shirt, rubbing on his chest and stomach.
Creed took off his shirt letting it join his mate’s clothes on the floor. He watched his cock disappear in and out of his omega’s mouth with pride and hunger, and he wanted more. Grabbing the back of Winter’s hair, he pulled his mate off his erection. Winter hissed and looked up at him with anger for his pleasure being interrupted causing Creed to chuckle.
“Stand up,” Creed ordered.
Winter did what he was told. Without taking his eyes off his mate, Creed finished undressing, kicking his clothes to the side. Grabbing Winter by the back of his neck, he pulled him close. They groaned when their naked bodies came in contact.
“Who am I?” Creed asked letting his pheromones fill the air.
Winter lifted his gaze to meet Creed’s. His eyes held the same hunger as they did earlier. “My alpha,” his voice shook when he spoke.
“I’ll give into you this one time,” he said palming Winter’s ass as he slipped a finger in between his butt cheeks, rubbing his moist hole. “Because I want you just as you want me.” He slid a finger inside Winter’s hole and watched his eyes dilate. “But remember, little omega, I’m always in charge.”
“Any…” Winter tried to speak, but Creed inserted another finger, fucking him nice and slow.
He claimed his omega’s mouth while adding a third finger. He loved that with each finger he pushed inside Winter's tight ass, his omega became wetter, his slick soaking Creed’s fingers. He couldn’t wait to be inside of his man. Slowly, Creed pulled out his fingers. Winter moaned in their kiss. Separating from their kiss, Creed stepped back just a bit, putting some room between them.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Winter licked his lips as his eyes fell to Creed’s cock before he did what he was told. Creed stepped closer to his omega and grabbed his hips, pressing his erection against the crack of Winter’s butt cheeks.
“Fuck,” Winter drawled and leaned forward, resting his head on his arm.
“Soon,” Creed whispered.
Pivoting his hips, Creed rubbed his erection against Winter’s ass crack. Creed was dying to be inside Winter, to claim him and make them one. He parted Winter's ass cheeks with one hand while guiding his erection in the other. He positioned his cock to Winter’s hole and pushed in slowly, pausing often; he was thick and long and knew he had to wait for his mate to adjust.
Gods, I can stay here forever. His ass fits my cock like a glove.
“Oh fuck, Creed.” Winter reached back resting a hand on his hips. “Please, move.”
Taking his mate at his word Creed glided his cock in and out, making his strokes long and deep. “You feel so fucking good.”
If Winter said something in that moment, Creed didn’t hear him, the man’s ass had him feeling drugged and hypnotized. He gripped Winter’s hips fucking him faster. His body felt hot, and his heartbeat sped up. Winter met him thrust for thrust, his nails digging into Creed’s side, the sound of their passion coming together was music to his ears.
Creed reached around and jerked Winter’s cock to the rhythm of his strokes. He could tell that his mate was on the cusp of cumming and truthfully, he wasn’t far behind. Winter felt too good to hold back his orgasm. Leaning forward he grazed his teeth from his omega’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. Winter visibly shivered underneath him, grinding his hips, pulling Creed deeper inside of him if that was possible.
“Please, claim me, alpha,” Winter whispered craning his head to the side, showing the rest of his neck.
Creed groaned and knew he was a slave to both his and his mate’s desires. He licked Winter’s neck, tasting the saltiness before he bit on his mate’s flesh and claimed his man, making Winter his completely. Winter yelled his name and soaked Creed’s fingers, cumming in his hand. He moaned loudly, and his hips lost their mating rhythm as cum spurted from his cock searing his mate’s channel.
Bright sparks danced behind his eyes and Creed realized that although he’d bit Winter that night on the couch, it was just enough to quiet their mating. What he was feeling in that moment was their life coming together, a completion of them finally finding each other and melding together. For the first time in a long time, Creed felt as if he was home.
