Page 23 of What A Croc
Robert shivered, and when I peeked up through my lashes he was once again looking at me over his shoulder. His honey eyes wide, the pupils blown, but filled with a slight trepidation. That would not do.
“Your ass is a work of art,” I murmured, placing a soft kiss on first one cheek and then the other. “And your scent. I’ve never smelled anything so good. Like Christmas in a box and I want to unwrap my present.”
“Want you,” Robert panted, laying his head on his crossed arms, “please, Jackson, it hurts I want you so bad!”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” My nose ran up his crease, over his pink, perfect hole that dripped withslick. He was so wet, glistening, and my tongue snaked out to lick. He was sweet, spicy, and I groaned against his skin as the delicious taste lingered on my tongue. “So good!”
I lapped at him until the tight ring of muscle softened beneath my ministrations, opening up and allowing me to push in. He was tight, so tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him. But he was writhing against my car, pushing back into my face, dripping with need. My cock hurt with the intensity of needing to be set free, needing to sink deep inside our omega and claim him as ours.
There was no way I could stop it, not even if I wanted to. Robert brought one arm down to stroke himself, and I watched him for a few seconds. Watched the beauty of my omega as he humped the air, his ass dripping from his slick and my saliva, while his hand pumped his gorgeous cock in his fist.
His hair was disheveled from my hands, his cheeks were rosy, his lips were swollen and red from our kisses. He moaned loudly and wantonly, not caring who heard him, as he let himself go in his abandon to find his release.
He was the most stunning creature I had ever seen.
And he was mine.
He stroked himself faster, wiggling his ass, and I watched his flesh jiggle, completely transfixed by the sight.
“Hurts,” he gasped again, and I knew that if an omega in heat didn’t get his hole filled by something it could beextremely painful. I wasn’t one to ever let my mate suffer unduly when I could help it.
Freeing my cock from my pants, I didn’t even bother to push them all the way down my hips. Guiding the wide head of my cock to his hole, I hesitated. He wasn’t properly stretched, and he had been so fucking tight, but he was also dripping with slick.
“Jackson!” Robert demanded, his head turned to catch my eyes, “get your dick in me now!”
“You’re not ready,” I moaned against his shoulder, my dick tapping at his wet hole, demanding to be let in. “You’re so tight.”
“Need you!” Robert’s head thrashed back and forth on his arm, not caring about anything but getting me inside him.
Flexing my hips forward, the head of my cock breached his hole, stretching him. Robert arched against me, and the bulk of my body held him immobile against the hard metal of the car frame.
“Easy,” I hissed, sucking the lobe of his ear between my lips, “let your body adjust. I know you need it, but I’m not going to hurt you if I can help it.”
Robert’s breath stuttered in his chest beneath me, his tight muscles slowly relaxing. His hot hole squeezed the head of my cock so tight; it was all I could do not to come in him that instant.
His flesh heated around us, burning, and he thrashed beneath me, bucking and moaning. “So hot,” he moaned, his body opening more, and I sank another inch into him. Inch by sweet inch I went, my cock opening him up as his flesh stretched around me, so tight.
When I had first breached him, his hand had stopped stroking his cock, as it had deflated somewhat at the burn and stretch. Now his hand was moving again, hard and fast, the sound of his flesh on flesh filling the garage and amping up my desire for him.
I needed to move. Needed to fuck him hard and fast. This first time wasn’t going to be anything like I had planned in my head. This wasn’t going to be a sweet exploration as we discovered each other's flesh.
This was going to be wild, and brutal, and just what we both needed.
My hips moved with a rhythm of their own, slamming in and out of Robert’s tight hole with a force that shook the breath from his lungs with each flex of my thighs. He pushed back, meeting me thrust for thrust, begging for me to go faster, harder, until we were fucking so hard the car rocked beneath us.
Robert's body tightened around me, his hole squeezing me so tightly I almost couldn’t move, couldn’t think, or even breathe. And then he was coming, his tensely coiled body arching back against me, his head lolling against myshoulder, as his cum shot out of him, painting my car door and dripping down onto the concrete floor.
The sight of him, my beautiful mess of an omega, had my balls tightening and tingling. Holding him tightly across his chest, I used my legs to push up into him, once, twice, my knot swelling and catching on his rim. Three times and we were locked together as my soul poured from my body into his. The orgasm was so intense I thought for a second I might pass out from the sheer force of it.
My legs trembled, threatening to tumble both of us to the ground, and my arms shook. Both our chests heaved against one another, as we tried to get enough oxygen to breathe. Robert was nearly boneless against me, his limbs weak and flopping. My legs couldn’t hold us any longer, and I managed to ease us down, the concrete cold and digging into my bare ass, my slacks finally having given up the fight and tangled around my ankles.
Aftershocks shook me, my cock still shooting tiny bursts of cum every few seconds that we were locked together. I couldn’t tell if Robert had passed out or was just dozing, but he was a heavy, heated, perfect weight in my arms. One of my hands rested on his soft, rounded belly, stroking gently.
He tried to move away from my hand, though I still wasn’t sure he was fully with me yet, still locked in his heat.
“Shhh,” I whispered against the heat of his neck, nuzzling over his scent gland. I wanted to sink my teeth there,wanted to claim this man, to make him mine, and declare it to the world. Instead, I scraped my teeth gently over the spot, just enough for him to feel it.
“Mine.”
