Page 106 of Alpha Awakened
Dylan writhed beneath him as Royce sucked, hips moving in sinuous waves. He moaned, gasping Royce’s name as he clutched his own head, fingers scraping over his buzz cut. “Royce. Ah!”
Royce loved seeing Dylan this way — falling apart under his mouth and hands. With a strong urge to make Dylan feel good burning under his skin, he put everything he had into the blowjob. He lavished attention on the head of Dylan’s cock, then the whole shaft, licking all over it with broad sweeps of his tongue. Determined to taste the omega everywhere, he even dipped down to mouth at his balls, but Dylan frantically pulled him back up to this cock. With a huff of a laugh, he allowed Dylan to guide him where he wanted him to go and sucked him into his mouth again.
Ready to push Dylan close to climax, he formed a tight seal with his lips to suck him wild and fast. Dylan tried to roll his hips up to meet him but Royce let a growl rumble in his chest — the noise an alpha’s order to stop and behave. His hands flat on Dylan’s inner thighs, Royce held them spread open and pressed down onto the mattress. The hold prevented Dylan from moving, forcing him to accept the pace Royce set and thepleasure he gave. Dylan whimpered but didn’t protest or try to get free.
Only when Dylan’s thigh muscles began quivering under his palms did he stop and pull off. As he watched, a thick drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock before it slipped down the wet shaft. Royce drew his finger along the path the drop had taken, then sucked it into his mouth to taste it.
“Did that feel good?” he asked.
Dylan dazedly blinked at him, his chest heaving as if he’d just sprinted through a training course run.
“More than,” he got out on a shaky breath.
Feeling more than a little smug, Royce moved his hand to begin stretching Dylan open with his fingers. But Dylan caught his wrist, stopping him.
“I’m about to explode with how bad I want you inside me. But I have to get your cock in my mouth.” He shook his head. “I can’t explain it. But I need to taste you.”
Royce nearly blacked out with how fast another rush of blood shot straight to his cock. “Fuck. Want your lips on me right now.”
They both moved at the same time, rising up on their knees. Royce’s cock stood up between his thighs — flushed with blood, veins visibly throbbing.
Dylan stared at it, licking his lips as if he was starved for a taste.
“I wanted to drop to my knees and suck you off right there in that hallway at the party.”
Royce groaned at the image Dylan put in his head. He started to shift to sit against the headboard, but again Dylan stopped him.
“Stay right there.”
Dylan dropped his front half down until his face was nestled in Royce’s crotch. Nose pressed to his skin, he inhaled, breathingin the scent of him. Then he licked up Royce’s shaft with long lazy curls of his tongue until he reached the head. Dylan gave the head kitten licks and open mouth kisses, torturing Royce in the best possible way.
His body tight with tension, Royce balled his hands into fists at his side. “Suck me,” he huskily demanded.
Dylan followed the order, wetly sucking him down nearly to the base of his shaft. He held there for a moment before he pulled back up. With an exhale through his nose, Dylan closed his eyes as if he was savoring having Royce’s cock on his tongue. When he sucked it was with hollowed cheeks, slick glides of his lips, and a playfully active tongue flicking over the tip of Royce’s cock.
Royce groaned again. Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back on his shoulders. He rocked his hips forward as Dylan sucked him, wet and messy, his hungry noises making hot desire swirl low in Royce’s gut.
Realizing he was missing out on an amazing visual, he raised his head back up to watch. Dylan had his face buried in his lap, bare ass high in the air. From this angle, his ass looked like a perfect heart.
Royce leaned forward so he could get his hands on that beautifully rounded ass. He gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing and kneading while Dylan continued sucking him off. Royce slid his fingers over to slip between Dylan’s cheeks, seeking out his entrance. They were greeted by hot slick.
“I knew you’d be wet for me,” he murmured in a voice roughened by lust. “Slick and dripping. Need it on my cock.”
Dylan moaned at his comments, the vibrations of it tingling along the length of Royce’s shaft.
When his cock pulsed hard in response, Royce knew it was time to stop.
He pulled Dylan off. Dylan allowed it, but his lips left Royce’s cock with clear reluctance. Royce gave him a slight push so that he tumbled to his back on the bed again. Dylan sprawled in the center of the mattress, flushed with arousal from head to toe, his cock still hard and wet on the tip. Dylan lifted his arms to reach for him and Royce practically fell on him in his haste to feel that body against his once more.
Royce started kissing his lover again while he slipped a hand between them to seek out his entrance. When he found it, he used his fingers to begin working him open. First one and then two, stretching and pleasuring Dylan at the same time. It didn’t take long for him to relax, his hole soft, wet, and open.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he nipped Dylan’s throat dangerously close to his mating gland.
“Yes. Want you inside me.”
Royce rose up and grasped his cock, hissing at the pleasure of his own hand on his straining length. He guided it to the slick heat waiting for him and pressed the head to Dylan’s entrance. Dylan’s muscles easily welcomed him inside. Royce watched as his shaft disappeared inch by inch, swallowed up by Dylan’s tight hole.
“So eager for it,” he rasped. “Barely have to move with the way you’re sucking me in.”