RAGNAR #4
I lean in, another low AO sound slipping from my throat, this time a much more direct, the Invitation .
It rumbles and vibrates softly in the air, and Sun responds to it with a sweet, high-pitched sound that is…
well, it sounds like an omega version of the Mating Acceptance !
I'm gentleman enough not to ask why he's imitating omega sounds, or how he's doing it with alpha vocal cords, but the truth is, I just don't mind.
Instead, my lips press to the side of his neck, and the orange scent of his shower gel floods my senses.
His skin is hot, almost burning against my mouth, turning me on even more. I haven’t wanted anyone like this in a long time, if ever—not this desperately.
My hands slide down from his back to his ass, round and firm, and I grip it, pulling his hips even tighter to mine so he can feel how hard I am as our cocks rub together.
The eager way he responds to my desire with his own steals my breath. I know how stupid this is, messing around with a stranger, in a mafia stronghold, but I don’t care.
I lift my head, my mouth leaving his neck, and find his lips.
Wow, finally!
They part easily, no resistance. My tongue slides into the sweetness. Sun kisses me back with the same hunger, and my hands start to explore, moving up along his sides, skimming over his ribs until they reach his hard nipples. I pinch them lightly, and he lets out a soft moan right into my mouth.
But it’s still not enough. My right hand slips lower, and I find his cock, hot, hard, like soft silk wrapped around a steel rod.
I tease his tip, skim over his slit, and play with my fingers around the head of his dick.
I can feel he wants to come fast and hard, his dick pulsing.
My hands wrap tighter around his shaft and begin to stroke.
Sun sighs and moans, and I know he's close.
I want to give it to him, but… he pushes my hand away, holding me by the wrist.
"Not like that. Inside. You have to be inside," he pleads, gasping, and I’m not about to argue, even though I really should.
In one smooth move, I flip him around. He braces himself on the tiles and the shower faucet, then arches his ass back toward me, presenting it like a gift—pert, round, perfect.
But then, I freeze.
What’s that?
My eyes land on his opening, and I blink in disbelief.
"Are you an alpha?" The words leave me before I can stop them.
"Yeah. I just have a rose omega-style opening. Is that a problem?" he mutters, and I can hear the impatience in his voice.
"No! No problem at all. None whatsoever," I assure him quickly. And then I feel him press something into my hand. The small foil package I noticed earlier. Just as I thought, a condom.
"I only do it with rubbers," he murmurs.
"Same."
I have this rule about having sex with people who are hooking up with other people. Always safer that way. I tear it open and try to roll it on, though it’s a struggle, my dick’s on the monstrous end of the spectrum, and not many condoms are made with my size in mind. Eventually, I force it on.
Then my curious fingers drift down to that soft, pink, petal-like entrance.
I’ve never seen anything like it in real life, only in porn.
Fascinated, I caress it gently, circling my thumb over it, then gently parting it with my fingers, and he lets out a soft moan, pushing back against my hand, silently begging me to just go for it.
But I know better. If I don’t prep him, it’s not going to be good for either of us. So I slide in two fingers, then three, massaging and stretching, and finally four go in. It’s surprising how wet he is. Turns out, along with that omega-like entrance, he also produces slick.
Where the hell did Anzo the scumbag find this exceptional guy? He’s something else entirely. An alpha with an omega’s ass? Wow.
As my fingers slide deeper and play with his prostate, Sun begins to squirm, growing increasingly impatient.
He’s thrusting his pretty ass back, pressing on my hand.
My dick is pulsing and twitching with every beat of my pulse, its reddened head is furious with impatience, spitting pre-cum into the rubber.
That’s enough. I slowly push against the pink ring, watching the delicate folds around his entrance stretch.
Sun lets out a yelp of discomfort, but it's too late, half the head is already inside.
The rim of his entrance now looks like a pink rubber band tense to the limit, the petal shapes almost flattened.
I smile to myself. That's how it goes in these unplanned situations, you never know what kind of equipment your hookup has, you just have to make the best of it. Twelve inches, here we go.
Another firm thrust of my hips and the tip breaks through the ring of his muscles. Sun lets out a loud gasp, his fingers clenching white on the shower faucet. He’s breathing fast, almost panting. I can tell this experience is a bit more than he expected, but he’s not keen to back out.
I keep pushing deeper, feeling something strange that I’ve never felt before, an oddly fast-building pressure, like my balls are about to explode!
That’s not typical for me; I’m not usually quick to finish. But now, every inch I conquer as I plunge into his wet tightness feels like entering a fucking gate to heaven! Bliss and ecstasy are steadily rising in my veins. Why does it feel so good?
My breath nearly catches in my lungs, my heart racing out of control. My dick sinks deeper and deeper, and Sun’s body arches desperately, fighting to accommodate me, probably rearranging itself inside.
It takes time, because I don’t want to force it too fast, I’m trying to spare him the discomfort. He’s panting hard, knuckles white, heart pounding.
And it feels so fucking good I shiver, plunging all the way in. So blissful. So sweet.
When my pubic bone finally presses against his entrance and my entire twelve-incher is buried inside his slender body, I come like a horny virgin!
And it's a blast! Fucking blinding explosion that makes me gasp loudly.
Damn, I’ve never had premature ejaculation before!
Not-even-once!
Through the sweet waves shaking my body, I feel my dick being squeezed hard inside him. I tentatively reach down to touch his cock, unsure if what I suspect is even possible, but then I realize it is. His shaft is wet with his cum!
I even raise my hand to check with my own eyes and make sure it’s not just pre-cum, yeah, it’s definitely the real deal. He came too. Holy hell, what a ride!
Such a strange phenomenon… the instant-orgasm thing is usually associated with that one fated thing, but there was no TM-typical electric discharge, so I’m keeping my hopes in check.
In any case, I’m on strong suppressants and wearing rubber, so it’s kind of impossible to tell what’s really going on.
Now what?
For a second, a nagging feeling grips me. After I come, I’m usually hypersensitive down there. I brace myself for the wave of discomfort and overstimulation… but it never comes.
I’m still hard and ready! I take my fingers off his still fully hard cock, sliding them up over his stomach to feel the bulge from my dick pressing out. Yep I feel it!
My cock is so deep I can trace its bulbous head under Sun's skin. I grin wide. I’ve always loved that feeling. Knowing I filled my lover up that deep? Such a turn-on.
And suddenly, I just know I can keep going. Damn. This is a miracle.
I grab his hips, pull out just a little, and plunge back in with one testing push. He takes it well, just a small gasp, so I start thrusting, slow and careful, for his sake. Sun lets out a prolonged whimper, being dicked like this, impaled so incredibly deep.
"Shhhh," I murmur. "You make too much noise, someone’s gonna show up, and the fun ends. I was just supposed to be showering…"
That thought should kill the mood. But instead, it spikes my arousal even more. This tightrope walk between danger and pleasure, I’ve always loved it.
Right now, I feel like I’m crawling through a trench while bullets fly overhead. Adrenaline’s pumping, but so is everything else. It’s a fucked-up combo, but damn if it isn’t addictive.
The game is very much on, I pull back and thrust again, pull back and thrust some more.
Sun is obviously trying to stifle his shrieks, only letting out quiet, hoarse sounds.
I know my dick is literally rearranging his guts, but this is another turn-on for me.
I've always loved the feeling of going super deep, drilling into my lovers, hearing them moan, begging me to stop, then begging me to start again as they struggle with the mix of pleasure and discomfort.
My purple alpha nature is probably why I'm more wild and unhinged in sex, but of course, I always stop when they ask me to.
I just love the feeling of feral satisfaction when my tool pushes them to the limit.
With a gleeful smile I begin to pound rhythmically into him, still speeding up.
Bam, bam, bam, my drill bores into his hole, and his whole body shakes from the impact: bam, bam, bam.
I'm pounding, plowing into him, and it feels so damn good…
Soon, the pace just keeps getting faster and faster, and Sun can barely stand on his feet.
I grab him by the hips and even lift him off the ground a little bit, his feet losing contact with the floor.
I keep fucking him in this half-suspended position while he hangs on the shower faucet, with me thrusting in and out, hard and deep.
God, this feels like the best sex of my life!
It’s just too good, too intense, and I don’t want to hold back. But what’s really strange is this other layer of sensation that overlaps with my own. It’s like I can feel… what Sun feels, a weird mirror effect.
Every thrust has a double edge, like my nerves extend inside his passage. It’s dizzying. Almost too good. And it keeps building inside him, swelling with pleasure…