Page 58 of The Feral Alpha
Olson huffed. It was a bittersweet feeling, letting Rex do this. “This brings back so many memories.”
“Good?”
“The only time you took your eyes off me was to make sure you didn’t step on a cactus, or trip,” Olson said, laughing softly. “You... you were such a good alpha, Rex.”
Rex smiled, pleased. “Alpha for Olllsonnnn.”
He took several photos of Olson’s face. Then he lifted the hem of Olson’s shirt and snapped a picture of his bare belly, and Olson blushed.
Olson shrugged out of his shirt. Rex took more pictures of Olson’s chest, touching Olson’s nipple, taking a picture of his fingers on Olson’s skin.
When he’d gotten enough of Olson’s chest, Rex fumbled with Olson’s pants. Olson took them off, too, kicking his shoes aside. Leaving himself naked.
“Just like we used to,” Olson murmured, spreading his arms to display himself. “Just that I’m older now.”
“Mine,” Rex growled, taking a picture of Olson’s entire body. He reached over and splayed his palm on Olson’s belly, taking a picture of it. Then he crouched and grasped Olson’s cock, taking several pictures of it from every angle, more so when Olson grew hard and began leaking.
“Mine,” Rex said again, leaning in to lick his tip. Olson shuddered.
Rex pulled down Olson’s foreskin to expose his sensitive tip, taking a picture of it. He turned Olson around and took many pictures of his ass, grasping his asscheek, spreading him to photograph his hole.
Olson bit his lip and reached back to present himself.
Rex groaned. He pushed a finger inside without warning; Olson fought down a moan. The camera kept beeping as it took another photo, and another.
Rex worked his finger deeper, pulling it out and pushing it in. The entire time, he didn’t stop taking pictures.
Rex growled. He turned Olson around and made him lie on the flat rock, on his back. Then he pushed Olson’s legs open, and took a picture of him like that, too.
Actually, he took several pictures between Olson’s legs, pushing more and more fingers into Olson’s hole. Olson squirmed and panted, clutching his hair because he had nothing else to hold onto.
“Rex—”
“Mine,” Rex growled, pushing his bulge between Olson’s legs, grinding it against Olson’s sensitive entrance.
Olson came with a cry, come shooting all over his chest. Rex growled and took more pictures, before he set the camera on Olson’s chest, and unzipped his own pants.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” Olson moaned.
Rex took a picture of his own cock nestled against Olson’s. Then he shuffled up to straddle Olson’s shoulders, grinding himself all over Olson’s cheeks and lips, before pushing his tip into Olson’s mouth.
Olson whined, licking around him, taking more and more inside.
“Olllsonnnn,” Rex groaned, growing rock-hard. He began taking pictures of Olson sucking him, thrusting into Olson’s mouth so heat swelled through Olson’s insides.
“Yeah, like that,” Olson whimpered.
He sucked on Rex until Rex panted, until his precome flooded Olson’s mouth, his velvety cock pulsing against Olson’s tongue.
Rex pulled out, shuffling back to Olson’s hips, pushing his cock deep into Olson’s hole.
Olson came with a scream, then came again when Rex began to pound inside him.
It wasn’t all that comfortable on the rock—it never was. But out here in the quiet desert, with the cloudless sky above them and Rex caging him with his body, it felt like a little paradise of their own.
“Deeper,” Olson begged.
Rex set down the camera and hiked Olson’s hips off the rock to receive him better, driving so deep that Olson’s eyes rolled back. Rex gave a series of hard thrusts, his cock swelling inside like he was ready to come.