Umm. Yeah. We’re in danger, folks.
“Koen is scary,” Skylar mutters. “There’s no self preservation, just balls to the wall commitment.”
“I noticed you were his self preservation instead,” Dad says simply. Now I’m warm for an entirely different reason.
I wait exactly three minutes to get some space from that comment before excusing myself to use the restroom.
Fuck. What am I doing?!
Walking into the empty room, I glare at myself in the mirror.
“You have two incredible alphas,” I mutter under my breath. “Yet, here you are fucking holding a grudge still. Get it together, Jeffries.”
“Why are you talking to yourself when you could tell me that?” Skylar asks, amused as he leans against the door and locks it. “Stop fighting with yourself. Talk to me. Fuck, yell at me, Idon’t care. The words have to escape somehow, and I want to hear them.”
“I no longer want to reject you,” I say, turning to face him. “People fuck up, and I don’t want to be that person who holds a damn grudge because I think that’s what I’m supposed to?—”
Skylar moves so fast he pins my hips against the sink as he slams his lips against mine. I can feel the scent matching snapping between us again, and I groan as the force of it hits me.
“I need to be inside of you, and then I’m biting you,” he growls, pulling my shirt out of my pants.
“Yes please,” I gasp, hurrying to help him. Skylar pushes his open pants down his hips, shaking his head as I do the same and begin to turn for him to fuck me.
“Not like that,” he mutters, bending down to pull off one of my shoes and yanking my pants down until he can free one of my legs. “Hop up.”
Lifting me, he holds my weight as I wrap my legs around his waist. While his ass and dick are out, I’m mostly covered by his body.
“Be a good boy and I’ll swallow down your cum when it’s time for you to blow,” he says, pushing against my puckered hole with his cock.
Whining as I slick all down his shaft, my eyes roll back in both pain and pleasure as he pulls me down it. My hands pull on his hair as I gasp, and Skylar kisses me as he drives me wild. I need very little prep because I’m so turned on, and every nerve ending in my asshole is on fire in the best of ways as he fills me up.
“Yes, I promise. Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan.
“Shh,” he whispers, bouncing me on his cock as my head drops back. “Open the front of your shirt and loosen your tie.”
Knowing it's so he can bite me, I work as quickly as I can, though my fingers are trembling with adrenaline. I’ve neverfucked in a public space like this, and I definitely don’t count a locker room blowjob as fucking.
Shirt open down my chest and my necktie thrown askew, I whimper as Skylar moves so he can press me against the wall. His cock pumps into me at a fierce pace, because we both know we don’t have much time alone. I hold tightly to his body as he fucks me, my breaths exploding out of me with every thrust.
It feels like too much and not enough, and I fucking love every second of it.
Our lips mash together in a sloppy, filthy kiss, and he sucks on my tongue hard, stifling my mewl as I shudder. He’s hitting my favorite spot perfectly, and I’m getting so fucking close.
“Sky,” I moan, clamping hard around his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, do you feel good,” he groans. “Your pussy wants to milk my cock and I’m going to let you take every drop.”
“It’s going to be so messy,” I whimper. “Fuck, do it. I want to smell like you through dinner.”
“Goddamn, are you perfect. Take it,” he growls. A rush of warmth fills my ass, and I decide to take his advice literally.
Grabbing his hair to bare his neck to me, I rip apart a few of his buttons and bite down hard. I can feel my body constrict as Skylar holds me so tightly, I know there will be delicious bruises later. It’s so hard not to come when it’s all I want to do, so I distract myself by biting him to seal our bond.
I don’t want to wait another second to move forward with our lives. I can feel the bond between Skylar and I creating itself, and it’s as if there’s a rope of connection there. All of the emotions Skylar keeps locked away from me explode through the bond, and I sob as I cling to him.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, holding me.
“I didn’t know,” I cry.
