Page 28 of Lucky Dance Date
Wes was fit from dancing, but still had the perfect amount of softness where it counted. His skin was flawless and soft, and the alpha side of me could already imagine how gorgeous he would be when round with our baby.
I pinned him to the mirror, kissing every freckle that I could find and nipping at the skin between dots.
“José,” he gasped. “Please.”
I couldn’t refuse him, not when we wanted the same thing. I dropped to my knees and loosened his fly, then tugged his pants and underwear down.
I growled with lust when his cock popped free. It was long and slender, and perfectly sized for my mouth.
I pulled his pants the rest of the way down and off, then I kissed up his thighs until I could bury my nose in the patch of hair at the base of his cock.
His scent was divine, and I’d never get enough of it.
I grabbed his hip with one hand and used the other to steady his cock as I kissed and licked my way up the shaft.
Wes shivered and grabbed what hair he could to steady himself. I ran my tongue around the head while using my thumb to make small circles on the bundle of nerves underneath.
“Alpha!” he cried as I finally took his cock into my mouth and started bobbing.
I hummed, making his legs shake. Then I shifted to reach around and tease open his entrance.
“José,” he panted, widening his stance to give me better access.
I slipped one finger inside, savoring the sounds of pleasure that escaped him.
“Don’t hold back, Wes,” I commanded. “I want to have to carry you out of here.”
He whined and his head fell back and hit the mirror.
I chuckled and swallowed him down again.
Absolutely lewd sounds echoed through the studio: his moans, my slurping along his cock and the increasing sounds of slick as one finger became two, then three as I worked his ass open.
“Alpha,” my omega begged. “Alpha, please.”
I growled again and curled my fingers to massage his sweet spot.
“José!” Wes shouted as he came.
I kept the pressure against the nerves inside him, greedily swallowing his spend until his cock stopped pulsing and he slumped against me and the mirror.
He panted, trying to catch his breath from coming so hard, but I wasn’t anywhere near done with him. Instead I maneuvered him so that first one leg was draped over one of my shoulders, then the other.
Once Wes was securely propped between the mirror and I, I started standing, supporting him with my hands on his hips until I was confident that I’d be able to push down my pants without dropping him.
A sigh of relief escaped me as I freed my cock, then I put my hands on Wes’s hips again and took a step back.
I eased Wes down, keeping his back to the mirror and his legs against my shoulders, until he was folded nearly in half. Finally I grabbed my cock and positioned it while easing him the last few inches down until it pressed against his entrance.
I waited a few seconds, giving him the chance to change his mind. Then I lowered him onto my cock.
Wes moaned with renewed pleasure as he opened around me, until he finally bottomed out.
I stepped in again, keeping my new mate secure between myself and the mirror, and kissed him while I waited for him to adjust.
“You ok?” I asked as he looped his arms around my neck.
Wes nodded. “Make me yours, José.”
