Page 134 of Alpha Awakened
Still clothed, Royce lay down beside him. He wanted to make out with his lover and knew if he got naked too they’d be fucking before he had a chance to indulge himself.
Propped up on one elbow, he leaned down to resume their kisses. Making out with Dylan was like a wonderful dream come to life. He lazily curled their tongues together, taking frequent pauses to gently bite at Dylan’s lush lower lip. Dylan brought a hand up to hold him close by the nape of his neck, fingers sliding through the short hair there. Royce groaned. He liked the way that felt — the touch a shade possessive as if Dylanhadto keep him close.
His cock was hard, pressed up against Dylan’s bare thigh. He started rocking his hips, seeking the friction of his clothed cock sliding over skin. Dylan began moving his hips too. But he was pushing up into nothing but air. Which made him whine in frustration.
They were getting too worked up. To slow them down a little, Royce pulled back from their kiss. He raised his head to look down at Dylan. The very sight of him made Royce’s breath catch in his chest. Eyes glowing with arousal, so bright they rivaled the stars above. Lips kiss swollen and colored a pretty rose red. And his body. That gorgeous, well-built, muscled body.
“I know you don’t need the reassurance,” he said as he met Dylan’s gaze. “But your body is beautiful. Want my handson every single muscle.” Royce went after what he wanted, stroking his hands over Dylan’s torso and arms. He skimmed his fingertips over his skin, making Dylan shiver. Then he switched to gripping his muscles, testing their firmness.
As he squeezed Dylan’s pecs, he saw that his nipples were pebbled from the cool night air. They tightened even more when Royce licked his thumb, then brushed over them with the damp digit.
Dylan gasped, back arching high to press his chest into the touch, silently asking for more of it.
Royce gave in to the request, sweeping his palms over his pecs, plucking at the tight buds of his nipples. The sworls of hair on his chest were crisp but soft. The hair softened even more as it trailed down to his groin, Royce following the path of it with his hand. “Love the way your body hair feels on my palms.”
Dylan’s blush at the praise was barely visible in the dark, but Ice could scent that he was pleased.
“I don’t need the reassurance, but I appreciate it.”
Royce leaned back down and kissed him again while his lips were still parted. This time it was hungry and deep. He tugged Dylan’s leg over his hip and Dylan slid his arms around his neck. As they kissed with increasing desperation, Royce stroked his hand up and down Dylan’s bare back before slipping it into his briefs to grasp his ass.
Bodies pressed so close not even the cold air could fit between them, they rocked their hips to brush their clothed cocks together in a simulation of sex. Using his grip on Dylan’s ass he guided his movements, urging them both faster and harder until they were panting and moaning, lips still touching but barely kissing. Royce was hard and aching, arousal tightening in his gut. But he wasn’t ready to take it to the next step yet. He planned to hold out a little longer, until Dylanpressed his face into the curve of his neck and begged in a needy whisper.
“Royce, please.”
Instantly, Royce was ready to give his omega what he needed. He didn’t question it, he just sat up to take off Dylan’s underwear then his own clothes and boots. Moving with quick, military efficiency, he was undressed in seconds. Naked, he was about to slide on top of Dylan, when the omega sat up.
“Lay down for me,” Dylan said as he pushed him to his back.
Royce allowed it, up for whatever Dylan wanted to do. His cock throbbed when Dylan confidently swung a leg over him to sit astride his lap.
“Want to ride you,” Dylan whispered huskily.
Royce was more than okay with that. “Have at it, soldier.”
Dylan grinned, teeth white in the darkness. He moved to scoot back onto Ice’s thighs.
Ice didn’t think it was by accident that the head of his cock ended up caught between Dylan’s ass cheeks with the movement. He hissed with pleasure as it dragged over Dylan’s slick-wet skin then his plump, round balls before springing free to land on his stomach with a wet slap.
Once Dylan was settled in position, he reached behind himself.
Ice watched as Dylan’s lashes fluttered down to rest on his cheeks and his fangs sank into his lip to stifle a moan. He couldn’t see what Dylan was doing, but it was easy to guess. The omega was sliding his fingers into his entrance, pleasuring himself. His guess was proven correct when Dylan brought his hand back to the front, his fingers now wet and shiny with slick. He used that hand to stroke Royce’s cock, getting his slick all over the shaft.
Royce’s blood thickened, balls aching at the arousing sight. His cock, big and veiny, being worked by Dylan’s strong hand,the omega using his own slick to prepare the cock that was going to fuck him.
“That was hot, sweetheart,” he said with a roll of his hips. “Get me wetter.”
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Dylan repeated the actions. Reached back. Gathered slick on his fingers. Wrapped his wet hand around Royce’s cock and stroked.
A deep groan rumbled in Royce’s chest. “That feels good,” he said roughly.
“Do you want me to keep doing this?” Dylan asked.
He twisted his wrist when he reached the crown. The move set off sparks of pleasure low behind Royce’s navel, making him thrust his hips up once more. He had to take a deep breath before answering the question.
“I said it feels good. But being inside you feels amazing. And that’s what I want tonight.”
He peeled Dylan’s hand off his dick and replaced it with his own. He held it straight up, while with the other hand he beckoned Dylan to come forward. “Come and take your ride, sweetheart.”