“I need a towel. I don’t want to ruin your bedspread.”
Malin reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a blue towel. “Lift,” he instructed again.
When I did, my cock came closer to his mouth. I became dazed at the thought of him kissing me there. But he started talking again. I concentrated to hear his words.
“So polite.” It sounded like criticism. “I can buy another spread. It’s the least of my worries. But here’s your towel, little wolf. Anything else you need, you let me know.”
I held up my arms. Malin pulled me to him, kissing me again, starting with my mouth and working his way down. I kept thinking I should be doing something for him. I should be touching him. But as his towel worked its way to the side and dropped, I could see he was happy. Quite happy. His huge, dark cock stood out, gleaming at the tip. It was my doing. I did that for him.
As Malin’s mouth moved down my body again, I moaned. I was so sure something was about to happen, yet my body stayed in a state of perpetual waiting. He kissed all around my cock, making my hips shudder. Then finally, his tongue swept across the aching head. I jumped from the sensation. It was like a sharp pain that went straight into pleasure and I cried out.
This time, Malin was the one who grunted. His tongue kept swiping, then circling around the head until his mouth closed over it and gave a little suck.
My knees bent. I wanted to grab his head and push on it. I needed more. But I stayed on my back, lungs heaving.
His mouth pulled off and I thought I was going to burst. Malin’s hand brushed over my balls and beneath, a finger delving into my crack.
I waited for him to be rough, out of control, even crude. But he was none of those things.
“Wet for me, little wolf?”
“Yes!”
He pushed his finger further. I spread my knees and thrust upward until it slid wetly against my hole. No one had evertouched me there… not that I remembered. I’d only done it to myself a few times. The sensation took my breath. All my senses hovered on the brink.
Malin rubbed again. My mouth opened, my head pushed back onto the pillows. And then the ecstasy rushed down my spine to my balls, to my hole, to my cock.
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Malin
When I fingered his slick hole, he let out a cry of pleasure. Untouched, his cock jerked and went off like a fountain. The sight filled me up. There was over the top lust but also something more. Something inside me that wanted to protect, hold, never let go.
I’d never felt this way for anyone.
Now I could look back and see all of this connection between us forming from the first night we met. I was too closed off to see it. Until now.
Cassius’s eyes were closed, the eyelids a pretty dark pink beneath blond brows. His mouth was open as he gasped for oxygen. His eyes fluttered open and our gazes met. His hands went to the backs of his thighs to hold his spread legs high. Then he opened himself to me. He spoke one word. “Please.”
My cock throbbed as I looked up and down his body. I crawled over to kneel before him, my hands resting on eitherside of his hips. Cassius’s eyes grew big as if he’d been waiting for this his whole life.
I leaned over him, my engorged cock dragging against his crack, and kissed him on the mouth. Kissing him was like an event. A fire in my veins. I didn’t need more stimulation, but I wanted to do it. And ask him one more thing.
“Are you hurting?”
He shook his head. His lips were damp from the kiss. “All I feel is need and want. For you. Please.”
“You’ll tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop right away.”
“Promise.”
I sat back, my cock bobbing, and pressed my hands to his cheeks, spreading them. My thumb rubbed over his slippery hole, making him moan. He was ready. His body begged for me. Mine for his. I replaced my thumb with my cock, holding it steady as I teased his hole with the swollen tip.
The touch of my overly sensitive cockhead to the compound of warm omega slick sent pre-orgasmic shockwaves through me. That was new. His hole opened, gaping in invitation. My balls clenched. My hips jerked forward. I steered my cock into that beautiful gape and pushed. He was tight as his muscles worked to accept me.
More groans. The room spun. Cassius lifted to me and the ring of muscle, already slick, loosened and I slid inside in one full thrust. I had meant to take my time, to let him get used to me. But that moment was here and gone in a blink.
Stunned, I froze. Cassius tossed his head on the pillow, eyes shut. The warmth of his body sheathed me. And then his inner muscles began to ripple against my shaft, responding to it, milking it. That was new, too. An alpha’s insides didn’t ripple. Not like this.
