Chapter 2
Chase
“This is me.”
He looked up at the newly built apartment building as I searched for keys in my pocket.
“Sweet.”
“Yeah, I was lucky. And it’s close to work, so…”
The elevator ride was awkward, mainly because, enclosed in a confined warm space, Jay smelled so good my dick was getting invested.
I unlocked my door and let him into my compact one-bedroom. I hit the switch but only to turn on the dim lamps in the living room area and kitchen corner.
I took the canvas bag and his coat from him and hung them on a hook by the door as he looked around.
“It’s a great place, Chase.”
“Thanks. It’s a rental, but the landlord is a nice guy.”
He nodded to himself and turned to face me.
For a few seconds, we simply stared at each other. Then he shifted from foot to foot.
“You have me here. What’s next?”
I took a step forward. “You said you don’t want to be wooed.”
“I really don’t, no.”
I raked my eyes over his slim body in that shirt. Those nipples. They looked big. I wanted to see them. Suck on them.
“How was your day, Jay?” I asked slowly.
Looking me up and down, he bit his lip. I noticed his gaze lingering on the bulge in my gray sweats. Once my blood went south, they didn’t hide a thing.
“My day was shitty. I’m tired from work and annoyed by a lousy date.”
I stepped closer, gauging his reaction, and placed my hands on his waist. The shirt was thin and soft, but God, I wanted skin.
“Can I fuck it better?” I murmured.
His lips twitched, but his eyes heated at the same time.
“Do your worst.”
“What do you like? I want to make it good for you.”
He smiled, but for some reason, it looked a little sad. “I like a lot of things.” He tugged on the hem of my T-shirt, and I dragged it over my head. Then he ran his small hands over my chest.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. That’s insane.”
“Part of the job.”
“Mmm.” He traced my pecs and abs, following the movements of his hands with his eyes.
“I like a little manhandling, sucking a nice dick, love being rimmed, edged, teased, and denied until I’m clawing at the sheets.
” As he spoke, he put his hand into my sweats and pulled out my cock, stroking it lightly. “But we’re not doing that tonight.”
“No?” His hand on my erection made my head fuzzy.
“It’s late, and I have to go soon.” He stroked and squeezed the base.
A small sound of frustration escaped me. A few tender touches, and I was vibrating with need.
Jay lowered himself into a crouch and, watching my face, he licked my cockhead. He bobbed his head once, sending a jolt of raw need through me, then stood again.
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he spoke, frying my brain.
“You have an amazing cock, Chase. It’s so hard for me. Beautiful. I want you to push me up against this wall, impale me on your big fat dick, and do me. Hard and deep.”
I didn’t need further instruction. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, then shoved his briefs down his legs.
Jay let his shirt glide down to the floor.
Mouthing his cock, I quickly took off his shoes so he could step out of his clothes.
Then I rose, dragging my open mouth over his slender torso.
I paused to nuzzle and kiss his nipples.
And yeah, they were big, almost crudely so, and fuck, I loved them.
I sucked one, then the other, just a few seconds on each nub, and Jay shuddered.
“Fuck me, c’mon.”
He gasped when I gripped his thighs and lifted him against the wall.
“Like this?” I checked.
“Uh-huh. Damn, you’re strong.”
I found his hole with my fingers and rubbed around his pucker. Jay stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes, licking his lips. The way he gently stroked my neck drove me crazy.
“I won’t break, Chase.”
Here goes nothing. I lined up and let him sink a little lower. His rim widened over my cockhead, enveloping it in slippery heat, and I exhaled. I needed to last, dammit!
“Fuck yes.” His eyes fell shut, and his head thudded against the wall.
A careful thrust, one more. A little deeper.
Shit. There was no resistance. None. On the third fuck, I sank inside him to the root, and his hole tightened in one powerful pulse before loosening again.
The relief on his face. He looked completely blissed out.
Oh wow. It was a dangerous rush to see an omega react like this just to being full.
He loves my cock.
“Amazing,” he sighed. “Don’t hold back.”
I wouldn’t.
I tilted my hips up, holding him pressed against the hard surface so I could change my grip on him. I hooked my arm under his left knee and grabbed his ass, then did the same on the right. His legs dangled over my arms, his ass cheeks spread as much as they could be. When I thrust up, I went deep.
“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, his fingers digging into my neck.
It was dirty, sloppy, and fast. His skin smacked against mine as he got wetter for me.
He had asked for a dicking, and I would deliver.
Holding him folded like a parcel, I thrust up roughly, then circled my hips, filling all the nooks and crannies inside him that I could reach.
His sighs got louder and louder until he moaned on each thrust.
“Aaah! Yes! Harder!”
His wish was my command. His cries fueled my muscles, the best reward, and the alpha in me went stupid places in my head.
I’ll fuck you like nobody has ever fucked you before.
I’ll shove my dick so deep it’ll reach your heart.
I’ll fuck your very soul and make you fall in love with my dick.
Suddenly, he tugged on the hair on my nape until it hurt. His insides shivered around me as he came for me, impaled to the root. I was so fucking close I was shaking, but no way was I coming yet.
Slow. Very slow. I rocked into him, fighting the urge.
He rested his head on my shoulder.
“We’re not done?” he whispered.
“Definitely not.”
“Mmm. Yeah. I want more.” He was slurring his words. It was cute.
“Hold on.”
I hugged him to me and took a few steps to the left to lay him on the kitchen table.
“This okay?” I checked.
He nodded, bracing his hands behind himself against the wall.
I held him by his bent legs, my palms on the undersides of his thighs, and moved slowly out, watching my glistening cock slide through the pink ring of his rim.
He was dripping with slick, stretched wide around my girth. The hottest view ever.
I shoved it all back in and added a little punch with my hips to nudge the sweet spot.
His eyes flew open, his pupils huge. “Just like that!”
I kept the exact angle and sped up. His cock jerked and bounced around, and his slim, smooth belly protruded a little on each fuck. His nipples quivered.
He had an amazing hole. I’d never felt anything like it. Supple, silky flesh, so soft and welcoming, slippery and deep, but then it would clench, and I would grit my teeth to stop myself from coming.
I could do better. I had some fucking self-control, dammit. This gorgeous, irresistibly smelling omega had asked me, point-blank, for a reaming, and I would give him what he asked for and more.
The table banged against the wall, and Jay pushed back, meeting my fucks, moaning and swearing.
When he gasped, “Making me come…so hard!” it was like I’d won an award.
Jay squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth formed an O, and his cock sprayed his belly with drops of cum. I wanted to lick them.
But I wasn’t done.
“Can you come again?” I ground out.
I didn’t slow down. I refused to. Not when he looked this ecstatic.
“Yes! Yes!”
“When?”
“Now… Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Now!”
Sweet heaven. His ass began clenching like crazy, squeezing and milking me, and I pushed through, over and over. My balls were on fire.
Jay’s cries crested the third time in a row. I loved the sounds he made, so raw and uninhibited.
He arched off the table, pressing his body onto my dick, impaling himself as I thrust into him. Covered with sweat, neck corded, mouth open on a guttural wail…
Fucking hell.
I couldn’t hold it anymore…not when I saw him like that, like I’d fucked him into nirvana.
Pleasure rushed up my spine, spilling into my legs and swirling in my underbelly. I threw my head back, roaring way too loudly, but at that moment, I wanted the entire fucking world to hear us.
I pumped my cum into him, right against the closed mouth to his womb, while his hole sucked on my dick like a hungry mouth.
Jay slumped on the table, limp, his chest rising and falling.
I didn’t want to leave his body. Not yet. I stayed inside the warm heaven of his loose hole and leaned down to brush my lips against his flushed cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
Not opening his eyes, he murmured, “Sure,” and smiled softly.
He parted his lips for me and let me caress his tongue. Slowly, I rocked our joined bodies, riding the gentle waves of aftershocks.
Then he grazed my bottom lip with his teeth and said, “Can I use your shower? I don’t want to go home smelling of sex.”
“Oh. Of course.”
Why did I think he’d stay until morning? He’d said earlier he needed to go.
I retreated, and he hopped off the table. With one hand pressed between his ass cheeks, he looked around the dimly lit kitchen area. I pointed at the bathroom door.
“Thanks,” he said, and walked away, closing himself in there.
Nobody had the right to look sexy and graceful while trying to keep a load of cum from leaking out of their asshole. But Jay pulled it off.
Still breathless, I plonked on the kitchen chair.
Holy shit.
It had been, no contest, the best orgasm of my life.