Page 24 of Losing My Rejection

I ground my hips against him, the sensitive underside of our cocks finding friction against one another. Andy moaned in pleasure, pushing back against me. A low growl filled the back of my throat as I kissed him deeper. I felt his hand slip down between us, his fingers following the trail of hair on my belly until it slipped below my waistband. I moaned into his mouth as his hand wrapped around my thick cock, slowly stroking me. Using my pre-cum, he swirled his fingers around my cockhead, making me shiver with ecstasy. It felt so fucking good that I couldn’t help fucking his fist.

Arching my back I continued to stroke, unable to stop myself. A tingling sensation shot down my spine and settled in my balls. Warmth flushed in my face and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back. With my lips still locked with Andy’s, I tensed and grunted deeply, filling his hand and my underwear with cum.

All at once my body went limp and I practically collapsed on top of him, our lips coming apart at last. My chest heaved as the waves of orgasm washed over me. At the same time I watched as Andy lifted his cum soaked hand to his lips and slowly licked off every last drop of my seed, moaning with a swish of his tongue.

Glancing down, I saw his cock straining hard against his underwear, his other hand palming it through the fabric. I didn’t know if it was the lust or just common courtesy, but I couldn’t leave him hanging. Reaching down, I yanked his briefs down, letting his cock spring free. He was shorter than me by an inch or so, but easily just as thick. Taking a page out of his book, I milked the pre-cum out of him, using it as lube to stroke him with.

It felt odd having another man’s dick in my hand. In a way it was sort of like jerking off, but the cock was a different shape and clearly not attached to me. However, his reactions were the same. His scent intensified as his muscles tensed. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in for another kiss. I could taste my cum on his lips and something about it drove me fucking crazy. I was overcome with a sudden possessiveness that I’d never felt toward anyone. Andy was mine. The way my cum tasted on his lips proved it. In fact, he should always smell of my seed, inside and out.

“Oh fuck…” Andy gasped against my lips.

Instinctually I stroked him faster, his hips bucking into my fist. His cock suddenly thickened and throbbed, cum shooting across his belly in long semi-translucent stripes. A wave of his scent washed over me as I continued to stroke him. He moaned and moaned, the overstimulation driving him wild. It was natural for me to pull away from his lips and lick the cum off his chest. The salty sweetness burst over my tongue and I felt my eyes dilate instantly, transforming to their Alpha gold.

Mate.

That was the only word I heard in my brain as I fell back onto the mattress. Andy quietly curled up next to me, his head on my chest as he caught his breath. With the taste of him still on my lips, I felt all the tension in my body seep away. Along with it went all my doubts, fears, and insecurities. For the first time in weeks, I relaxed.

A sudden sleepiness washed over me as I pulled Andy in tight against my body. His warmth and scent was all I needed in that moment. Everything in the world felt right for once.

Within seconds I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or awake, but Andy was still there beside me and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Thirteen: Andy

I never intended to fall asleep in Josh’s bed. Well, if I was being honest, I never intended on being sexual with him. I’d written that off as an impossibility. But there I was with his arms draped over my naked body, his morning wood nestled sweetly between my ass cheeks. I probably shouldn’t have been as happy as I was, but I couldn’t help smiling.

His thick smoky scent had seeped into my pores and I was reveling in it. I planned to never shower again just so I could keep him on my skin. But considering I had dried cum sticking my happy trail to my belly, I’d probably need to get wet at some point or else it was going to get uncomfortable. For now though I could enjoy it as Josh’s breath played over the back of my neck.

Last night when he’d run off, I was confused about why I thought he was my mate. After the chemistry between us the night before and the way he made my heart sing just by touching me, I was starting to think that maybe my instincts understood something I didn’t. However, I doubted that was going to matter much once Josh woke up. The last time a straight guy touched my dick, he instantly regretted it the next morning, and I was terrified that Josh would have the same reaction.

Although, I hoped he wouldn’t try to tear my throat out like the last guy.

Even with that thought in mind, I couldn’t help sliding my hand down his arm and lacing my fingers with his. He shifted slightly, his breathing becoming a little less regular. I loved the touch of his hand against mine, but cursed myself under my breath. Waking him up was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I just wanted to enjoy this moment, even if it was about to come crashing down around me.

But, when it became obvious that Josh was going to wake up whether I liked it or not, I pulled my hand away. I didn’t want to press my luck too much with him. To my surprise, his fingers pulled me back, lacing them together once more.

“Hi,” he grumbled in a gravely voice from behind me.

“Hi yourself.”

“Been awake long?”

“No.” He was being surprisingly understanding about waking up with another man in his bed. “Only a few minutes.”

“Having regrets?”

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Me? Why would I have regrets?”

Josh didn’t meet my gaze. Instead, he sort of looked down at my shoulders. “I… I don’t know. I guess I feel like I forced you into this…”

Letting go of his hand, I turned over so I was facing him. Reaching up, I tipped his chin forward so I could look him in the eye. “How could you have forced this on me?”

He sighed. “By being pathetic. I fed you some big sob story, got dramatic, and then you slept with me because you felt bad for me.”

I just stared at him for a long moment. “First off,” I started. “Mutual handjobs is hardly sex.” I held up a hand to stop his retort. “It was fun, I loved it, but it’s not like you fucked me last night. And secondly, I don’t do pity sex.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“You’re hot and I like you,” I shrugged. “You’re the straight one, why did you do it?”

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