Page 17 of Alpha & Omega

“Same… just finish if you need to. There will be other days.”

He took me at my word and pumped faster and harder before he grabbed my still-oiled cock, stroking me in tandem.

“Oh, god…” I cried out, my dick finally getting the stimulation it craved and Kingston hitting my pleasure zone deep inside at the same time. The arousal and pleasure traveled outside of me and straight to my cock.

He let go of me, and I nearly cried out at the loss. “Stroke yourself,” he said.

I did as he ordered and rubbed myself exactly as I liked it. While I couldn’t see him, I imagined Kingston concentrating on my ass, watching his cock slide in and out of me, biting his bottom lip to hold back his orgasm…

“I need you to come first, Harl… I want to feel you squeeze the fuck out of me,” he said, bursting me out of my fantasy bubble.

I stroked myself faster and faster, twisting my hand upward and brushing my thumb across the sensitive head. The glide was smooth, thanks to the lube, and my orgasm hovered right there, ready to blow. My balls grew dense, and my cock swelled. Any second now…

It wasn’t only my hand that did me in, but his cock hitting my prostate, practically forcing the orgasm out of me. My body burned, and the pressure became nearly unbearable when I finally exploded… and itwasan explosion.

I threw back my head and cried out, knowing we were alone and no one else would hear me.

“Oh, shit…” Kingston hissed.

As I spilled onto my sheets, he froze for a second before thrusting into me, falling out of rhythm, grunting and clawing at my hips. I felt the heat of his swelling cock and the cum, even through the condom.

His hands slid off me, and his body rested on top of mine, forcing me to fall into the bed under his dense weight. Kingston’s dick pulsed and softened before it slipped out, pulling a wince from me, feeling empty without him.

His heart pounded into my back, or perhaps it was my own throbbing body pounding into him. I was sweaty, and even more so with his hot skin against mine, but his weight was comforting. It belonged there.

Kingston pressed gentle, sweaty, and panting kisses along my shoulder. He pulled away my hair and kissed my neck, too.

“Best date ever.”

I gave a tired laugh and nodded, completely numb and exhausted. “Awesome date…”

He climbed off me and out of the bed, leaving me cold. I rolled onto my side and rested my head on my hand, watching him toss the condom into the trash while holding back my disappointment. Shit, was he leaving already? I didn’t want him to go yet. I hated the fuck-and-run.

“Can I bribe you to stay?” I asked as he picked up his underwear, stopping at the bathroom door to look back at me.

“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

“Good. I don’t want you to go anywhere yet.”

His pretty blue eyes gleamed as he smirked at me. “Although, it depends on what sort of bribe we’re talking about.”

“I make a mean egg breakfast skillet.”

“I won’t say no to breakfast from a chef.”

“Then it’s settled.”

He closed the bathroom door behind him, and I wanted to scream like a teen boy. No! I was aman,dammit! Still, my stomach twisted in pleasure that he planned to stay a bit longer. Tonight made me feel fucking young again.

While he cleaned up in my bathroom, I wiped myself down with my dirty sheets. Then I pulled them off the bed and grabbed a new set from my closet. I quickly made the bed, suddenly filled with electric nerves, but pleasantly. It would be the first time anyone had stayed the night. I never dared bring anyone home before because I hadn’t been certain about them around Hudson. But since he wasn’t home, I felt comfortable asking Kingston.

He came out of the restroom, still naked and looking sexy as hell, with all his tattoos and muscles. His legs and arms had scars I assumed he got from falling as he skated. He took a look around my room, taking it in for the first time. I tried to make my space comfortable while maintaining that traditional yet modern look to match the old home.

As I sat on the bed with my back to the headboard, I watched him lift one of my cologne bottles off my dresser, open it, and take a whiff.

“I like this one. You wore it tonight, right?”

“Yep. It’s my favorite.”

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