Page 17 of Choosing Me

I growl playfully, nipping at him once before pulling back. “Fine,” I say with a deep sigh, looking up into Calvin’s smiling face and matching the look. My stomach clenches as I push a second finger into Calvin, pumping my fingers in and out.

“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, tossing his head back and moaning. “Just like that, alpha.”

I stare up at him, not wanting to miss the pleasure that’s plain on his face. Sex with Calvin isn’t usually like this. For the most part, he’s in charge and I listen to what he wants. It’s fun and intense and a little bit kinky. This feels different. This doesn’t feel like we’refucking. This feels more like making love. Am I just getting my hopes up? Or is there a chance he feels the same as me?

Calvin’s fingers tighten where he’s holding onto my shoulders, another moan leaving his lips. “Fuck, Wilson. Fuck me. Wanna feel you inside me.”

“Condom?”

Calvin contorts to the side, reaching for his jeans and pulling out his wallet. He finds an alpha condom, holding it up triumphantly. What does it say about me that I find his little victory dance endearing? He kisses my lips once before opening it and sliding it down my dick. “I am gonna ride you until you see stars.”

“Looking forward to it,” I tell him with a smirk, trying to egg him on. It does exactly as intended and the breath all leaves my lungs as he sinks down without further teasing. Holy fucking shit. His ass feels so goddamn perfect around me, snug and wet andhot.

“There we go,” Calvin says with a sigh, swiveling his hips in my lap. “Feels so good. Perfect way to end the night.”

He begins to move, rising up on his knees before slamming back down. My hands find his hips, digging my fingers into his skin as I hold on and enjoy the ride. The last couple nights my mouth has been bothering me and throbbing with pain, but right now? Right now the only thing I feel is toe curling pleasure.

“Fuck, Calvin.”

“I know, I know,” Calvin murmurs, flipping his hair over his shoulder and out of the way. “Feels so good. Fuck.”

Calvin cups my cheek and I look up to him. Our eyes meet and time seems to slow. There’s justuspassing pleasure back and forth between us. Emotions surge through me and my hands tighten, wishing there was a way to pull him even closer. Calvin’s lips twitch up for a moment before he’s dipping down and stealing my lips in a kiss.

I’m expecting heat and passion but to my surprise, the kiss is achingly gentle. It stays soft, his hand still cupping my cheek, his thumb running across the height of my cheekbones. Our orgasms don’t come rushing through us or some grand finale of fireworks. Instead, they creep up on us slowly. Our breathing picks up, our hands hold tight as we move against each other. Pleasure rises slowly, like boiling water until our pleasure is simmering beyond what we can handle.

“Wilson,” Calvin gasps out, his cock rubbing against my stomach as he rides me. “Gonna come.”

“Do it. Wanna see you come.”

“Touch me, Wilson. Please.”

I startle, not used to hearing Calvin beg like this. A thrill goes through me as I wrap my palm around his cock, stroking him the way I’ve learned he loves. It doesn’t take long before Calvin’s body is locking up and he’s coming across my belly. A gentle sigh leaves his lips before he’s kissing me again, our tongues touching and making my stomach flutter. God, he tastes so good and feels so good and smells so good and god, my brain is so overwhelmed the only descriptor I can come up with isgood.

Calvin’s hips continue to move, fucking himself on my cock. My orgasm washes over me, my dick throbbing as I come inside the condom. Calvin keeps himself from being knotted but I don’t mind. Someday I’ll knot him in bed and spoon with him afterwards. Or maybe that’s far too intimate for a couple of fuck buddies to share. The thought sends pins of pain through my heart. It’s better if I focus on the gorgeous omega I have in my arms than the what ifs of the future.

“Fuck,” I whisper, burying my face against Calvin’s throat again, finding it sweaty and hot.

“Agreed,” Calvin says back, running his fingers over the back of my neck and making me shiver. “Let’s move to the bed. Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Of course. Open invitation to stay here whenever you want,” I tell him, hoping my words aren’t as longing as I feel.

“Sweet, because I don’t think I can walk. My legs are jello,” he says with an amused snort.

I help him up, the two of us leaning against each other as we make our way to my room. That night I fall asleep with Calvin laying against my chest. I stare up at the ceiling, not wanting to miss the chance to savor this. I kiss the top of his head, feeling like I’m allowed to have this in the dark of night while Calvin is asleep and unable to see the feelings I’m wearing on my sleeve.

I wish I could tell him I love him without spooking him. I don’t want to lose him. God, I don’t think I can handle losing him, so for now, I keep my lips sealed and try to enjoy this while I have it.

Chapter Nine

Calvin

I takeone of my ear buds out as I swipe my keycard, listening for the tell-tale sign that the door is clicked open. Pushing ahead, I smile, looking forward to starting my day off with teasing one of my favorite alphas. I even stopped and grabbed him a coffee before coming into work.

It’s the start of a good day.

“Good morning.”

I freeze in place, my eyes snapping over to Wilson’s desk, finding a woman sitting there instead of him. My mouth opens and closes a few times as I reign in my shock. “Morning,” I finally say, putting a smile on my face even though I know she can probably see straight through it. Instead of giving a proper hello, what comes out instead is, “where’s Wilson?”

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