Page 27 of Costume Party Crush
I covered his mouth with my free hand. “Shh, omega-mine.”
He whimpered, but nodded behind my fingers.
I gave him a few more hard thrusts to ensure that he could keep quiet, then moved my hand down so that I was holding his hips with both hands. My fingers tightened against him, then I used my leverage to fuck him hard and fast.
Kaleb gasped each time I bottomed out, but was otherwise able to keep his volume under control.
“You feel so good,” I whispered.
He whined in some sort of frustration that told me he needed more, and I moved one hand down the front of his pants and wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock.
Kaleb hissed, thrusting into my grasp and rocking back hard against me.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” I demanded.
The words sent him over the edge, and he let out a strangled sound as his cock pulsed in my hand.
I fucked him hard for as long as I could hold out, but the way his pleasure made him tighten around me was too much, and I buried my nose against his neck and forced myself not to knot, even as my balls emptied into him.
As good as it felt, it barely took the edge off for me, and I was sure he would need me again soon.
“What’s your name?” Kaleb asked, panting to catch his breath.
I chuckled against his skin, savoring his delicious scent. “Frank, but everybody calls me Frankie.”
He hummed in contentment. “Frankie… my alpha.”
I groaned, cock already threatening to harden again at his words. But instead of fucking him through another round, I forced myself to pull out.
Kaleb whined, but I shook my head and kissed under his ear.
“Let’s get you home, either yours or mine, where I can knot you as much as you need.”
He gasped and nodded. “Ok.”
I pulled my pants up, cringing at the wet feel of slick and cum trapped against my skin, and I felt bad that Kaleb had come in his underwear.
But it was better than having to spend time cleaning up a wall.
I looked around and spied a roll of paper towels. I tore off a section, wiped as much of Kaleb’s cum off as I could, then turned him around so that I could kiss him.
“Mine,” I growled when we came up for air.
He gave me a smile, but the heat blush was already starting to tint his cheeks, and I knew we had to leave.
“I’m going to text my friends to let them know I’m leaving, then we’ll go. Ok?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you need to let anyone know?”
He shook his head. “My friend helped me look for you. He knows.”
“Ok.”
I pulled my phone from the satchel hanging from the sash and sent a quick text to Lowell.
Fated mate. Heat. His car. Chat later.
