Page 53 of Alpha & Omega

“As you wish.”

He ran his oily fingers around the ring of muscle and lined up the tip of his cock, easing it in. I opened myself up and bore down as he sunk right into me. It burned and stretched a little, but I breathed through it, digging my fingers into his biceps.

Once he was fully seated, I let out a long exhale.

“You good, Chef?”

“I’m more than good,Skaterboy.”

Kingston smirked as he leaned down and kissed me. “I like that.”

Soon, we got serious as he pulled out and slid back into me, taking his time with the buildup while we continued to kiss and touch each other.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of feeling you without a condom on. You’re the first, you know.”

“First to have sex without a condom?”

He nodded. “Yep, I never stuck around long enough to care. I just never found that person… until now.”

With that, Kingston picked up speed, rolling his hips and breathing faster. My fingers pressed into the firm flesh of his hips, and I closed my eyes to feel him pump into me. Every once in a while, he would shift and move until he hit my prostate, but only enough to tease and prolong our moment.

We didn’t say much to each other. There was no dirty talk. Only our breathing and groans were the arousing music surrounding us. I inhaled his spicy scent, mingled with a hint of cigarettes. And I felt him all over my sensitive skin.

His hand suddenly gripped my jaw tight enough to make me open my eyes. “Look at me.”

I stared up into his turquoise eyes, dilated to almost black as he thrust in and out. Sweat gathered on his forehead, making his bangs wet. A couple of droplets fell onto my face, but I didn’t care.

“Make yourself come,” he ordered.

I grabbed my lubed dick at the base and moved my hand languidly over my length.

“Faster. I’m really trying to hold out right now.”

I did as I was ordered, pumping my cock faster, squeezing, twisting, and swiping over the sensitive head. I never took my eyes off him, his thick, blond brow furrowed, watching my every expression.

“That’s it. Squeeze me.”

I intentionally clenched around him, and he hissed. “Fuck… Do that again.”

I did and moved my hand faster, gliding with ease over the smooth skin of my cock.

Our breathing grew louder. My heart rate skyrocketed as the pressure tingled around me, growing and spreading throughout my body and along my spine with promises of pleasure.

Kingston also picked up speed, jaw clenched, holding back his orgasm until my release. He found that sweet spot again, and when I cried out, he hit it over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore. My back arched, and I threw back my head as I shot my load onto my stomach and chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I heaved and rasped.

“Oh, god…” Kingston hissed as hot jets of cum spilled into me.

I finished milking myself and lay there as he pounded into me, pulling out the last of his orgasm before falling on top of me, covered in now-cold cum.

His body was heavy, and I wrapped my arms around it, trailing fingers along his sweaty back as our breathing and heart rates calmed. I was completely numb, and no doubt Kingston was, too.

He nuzzled his face in my throat and fingered my hair, pressing lazy kisses on my beating jugular. Now his spicy scent was mingled with our musky cum and a little sweat.

His softening cock slid out of me, along with some cum. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to move, entirely too content holding Kingston.

“We need a shower, but I don’t feel like moving,” he mumbled.

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