Page 52 of Alpha & Omega

“God, you didnotjust say that.”

“You know I did, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he chuckled.

The sensation of having chocolate spread over me was… odd. But when Kingston spread my cheeks and ran his tongue across my hole, slowly lapping it up, I melted against the counter. He licked, sucked, and nipped all over like I was an ice cream cone. The slurping sounds and his groans, along with the relaxing yet arousing sensation, had me whimpering.

Eventually, I grew so relaxed he was able to penetrate me with his tongue. I kept my arms spread at my sides, and my body was pressed flat against the counter while my cock was swollen and beading pre-cum. It pulsed with the need for friction, but I couldn’t be bothered to move. I was too in love with Kingston’s magical tongue.

A sudden stinging bite on my ass cheek brought me back to reality.

“How do you feel?” he said, his tone teasing.

“I think I’m fused to my countertop.”

His chuckle was low and rumbling as his hand snaked around my throat and lifted me against him. “Are you ready to be fucked into oblivion?” he asked in my ear before nipping my earlobe, his breath smelling of chocolate and hazelnut.

I nodded dumbly.

“I got most of the chocolate, but let me wipe you clean.”

Kingston grabbed some paper towels, dampened them in the sink, and then gently cleaned around my ass. Then he pressed his body against mine, all warm, hard, and comforting, threading his fingers through mine splayed on the counters.

“I thought about just fucking you, but you know what I’d rather do?”

“What?”

“Make love. Usually, we have rough sex, but I also want it soft with you.”

God, Kingston played right into my romantic heart. I loved raw fucking, too, but we rarely made love where we faced each other and made out like a couple of stupid teens.

“I’d actually like that.”

He said nothing as he stood straight and lifted me upright. He took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom.

We kissed and fumbled in the dark until we fell into my bed. His tongue still tasted like sweetened chocolate and hazelnut. Our hands explored our prickled skin, touching everywhere but where we wanted it the most.

Kingston eased me onto my back, resting his arms on either side of my head and looking down at me. “You’re so beautiful, Harl.”

My breath caught, and my stomach dipped at his words. Then my eyes shuttered closed as he peppered my face and throat with kisses, working his way down my body.

“I especially love all this hair. I could bury my face in it all day. It’s so fucking soft,” he said, pressing his face into my chest hair.

Kingston worked his way down my body, kissing, licking, and nipping much as he’d done to my ass earlier. He lay his body down between my legs and ran his long fingers through my chest hair, kissing next to my navel. “But right here? This spot next to your belly button? It’s free of hair, and the skin is so soft.”

I melded into my mattress, fully at ease and comfortable, feeling him all over me, worshiping my body. His words reverberated deep inside me. I felt loved, though I knew Kingston wasn’t there yet.

He gave me one quick swipe of his tongue along my length. If I thought he was going to suck me down, I was sorely mistaken. I may or may not have whined.

His laugh was low as he reached over me to open the nightstand drawer to pull out some lube. We no longer used condoms since we’d recently been tested and were both in the clear.

Hovering above me, he smiled down at me. “Would you rather be inside me?”

“I wouldn’t usually turn that down. There’s something hot about owning Kingston McLaren, but I think I’d like you inside me tonight.”

“Good, because I was hoping to own Harley Creed.”

Kingston poured a generous amount of lube into his hand, set the bottle down, and rubbed his hands together before lubing up my cock, and then his.

His fingers pressed against my pucker, but I stopped him by grabbing his wrist. “I’m good. You literally ate me out for a good fifteen minutes. Just lube me up and go.”

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