Chapter 11
As soon as they entered the bedroom, Keith stripped off his shirt, wiggled out of his pants, and flung himself onto the bed.
“Why are you still dressed?” he asked as he raised his feet in the air and pulled off his socks.
The ridiculous position shouldn’t have been sexy but Brian’s hardening cock said otherwise.
“Was this the seductive striptease you promised me earlier?” Brian asked as he released a shirt button.
“Are you complaining about my moves?” Keith said, voice teasing. He was smiling broadly, his skin glowed, and his body had filled out in the weeks he had been in Purple Sky.
“You look healthy.” Brian was equal parts relieved and proud. He had helped his mate, nurtured him, pleased him.
“That’s what Steve said.” Keith propped himself up on his bent elbows and grinned at him.
Brian’s chest rumbled involuntarily.
“What’s the matter?”
“Steve needs to mind his own business.” He undid a few more buttons, pulled the shirt over his head, and strode over to the bed.
“Ah, I see. That’s cute.”
“What do you think you see?” Brian undid his belt, button, and zipper, and let his pants drop to the floor.
“You’re jealous because you think Steve was checking me out.”
He shoved his underwear off and then climbed onto the bed, wedging himself between Keith’s legs.
“I’m not jealous.” He slid his naked torso onto Keith’s and every inch of his skin sang in delight.
“And I’ll tell you why I’m jealous.” He gazed into Keith’s eyes and brushed his fingers through his hair.
“You’re devastatingly beautiful and I don’t want anyone else looking at you.
” He pressed his face to Keith’s throat and inhaled.
“And you smell so damn right.” He darted his tongue out and swiped it over the side of Keith’s neck up to his ear.
“Taste amazing.” He nibbled on his earlobe.
“Want you to be just mine,” he confessed in a whisper.
Keith tangled his hand in the back of Brian’s hair and held him close. “I can’t make myself invisible, so other people will see me, but that doesn’t make me any less yours, mate.”
“I know.” He trailed his lips down the column of Keith’s neck and suckled on his skin while his hips started thrusting without conscious intention. “I love you, Keith.” He spoke the words so quietly they were more thought than speech, but his mate heard him anyway.
“I love you too.” Keith skated his hands across Brian’s shoulders and down his triceps while he wrapped his legs around him.
The angle tilted Keith’s backside up, making it an irresistible target, and Brian rolled his hips lower, sliding his erection into his mate’s crease. “Oh,” he moaned and panted. “That…” He pushed down harder, moved faster. “Oh lord.”
“Your heart’s racing,” Keith rasped. He pushed his groin up when Brian moved down, adding to the friction. “You’re really enjoying this.”
“I am,” Brian choked out, his fingers clenching and releasing Keith’s biceps, his chest heaving, and his movements jerky.
“I do… I…” Eyes stinging, throat dry, and muscles twitching, he pressed his face into his mate’s shoulder and tried to catch his breath.
He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to push himself into this man.
Keith had said he was open to whatever Brian wanted, but could an Alpha actually enjoy submitting sexually? He knew he wouldn’t.
“It’s time for lubrication.”
“We don’t have to do more than this,” Brian said. “I won’t be disappointed if we never…”
“I will be,” Keith said firmly. “Where do you keep the lube, mate?”
“Drawer,” he bit out, groin still moving. He was unable to stop himself from rutting against his mate.
Still on his back, Keith stretched his arm to the side and reached for the nightstand. “This angle’s awkward as hell. Can you get it?”
He nodded but he couldn’t tear himself away from his mate’s perfect body.
“It’s hot how worked up you are.” Keith cupped his cheeks in a firm grip and pressed their mouths together. “All that need and passion aimed at me.” He slid one hand into Brian’s hair, splayed the other over his back and deepened the kiss.
Lost as he was to the texture of his mate’s tongue tangling with his own, Brian didn’t realize they were flipping until he found himself looking up at his mate instead of down.
“I can reach the drawer this way,” Keith explained as he straightened his arm and moved slightly to the side.
“Got it.” He sat up, ass pressed to Brian’s thighs and stared at his cock.
“That’s so hard it looks like it either feels amazing or it aches. ”
“Both,” Brian admitted.
Keith drizzled some lube onto one hand and then closed the container and tossed it aside.
“Mmm,” he moaned appreciatively, still looking at Brian’s cock while he rubbed his palms together.
“Let’s see what I can do to help.” He put a hand on either side of Brian’s shaft and slid them up and down, coating him in slick.
“Fuck,” Brian groaned, his legs twitching.
“Soon,” Keith promised as he snaked his arm back and around his waist. “Just need to…” His neck arched and his head tilted up. “…do this one thing first.”
Lust was making his thoughts fuzzy, but as soon as he realized what his mate was doing, Brian swiped his pointer finger over Keith’s available hand to coat it in lube, curled his arm around Keith’s waist, and circled his fingertip along his rim before pushing it into his hole alongside Keith’s finger.
“Yes,” Keith said, voice rough.
They worked him open together, both panting and moaning. The angle was a little awkward but Brian focused and pumped until he found his mate’s prostate.
“Ungh!” Keith fell forward, slamming both palms onto Brian’s chest, and clenched his ass, gripping Brian’s finger tightly. “Get inside me.”
So aroused he was worried everything would end before it started, Brian scrambled for his own shaft and squeezed the base. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
Keith looked down and smiled. “Good idea, mate. Hold that up for me.” Then he rose to his knees and teased his rim over Brian’s cockhead. “Don’t forget to breathe,” he said, eyes twinkling.
Brian sucked in air as Keith lowered himself, forcing Brian’s cock past the initial resistance and into his hole. Even having just his head inside his gorgeous mate flooded Brian’s body with overwhelming pleasure. He gripped Keith’s hips and arched his back, pressing in farther, deeper.
“That’s it,” Keith said encouragingly. “Take what you need.”
The weight of his mate on top of him, his large hands pushing onto Brian’s chest, his cheeks flushed, and the tight heat of his body encasing Brian’s cock melded together into a symphony of perfection.
They moved as one, rocking and sliding, taking and giving until both their chests glistened with sweat and he couldn’t decipher one moan from another.
“Fuck.” Brian planted his feet on the bed and thrust up and down with Keith mirroring every motion, giving as good as he got.
“More, faster, harder,” Brian begged. “Need you. Ride me. Squeeze me. Keith, now.” He managed to pull his right hand off Keith’s torso so he could wrap it around his shaft.
“Now. Now. Now.” He rammed harder, pounded into his mate faster, chasing a cosmic high.
“Ah!” Keith clenched his eyes shut. “Ah!” His ass spasmed around Brian’s cock. “Ah!” Liquid heat shot over Brian’s palm, drowning out the last of his resistance.
“Keith!” Nothing had ever felt better. “Yes, yes, mate.” Everything went black, Brian’s vision shorting out from the force of his climax.
Though he slowed his speed, Keith continued undulating on top of him. His eyes were now open, and he was gazing at Brian affectionately, his smile soft.
Brian cupped his sweat-slick cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked, wanting to confirm that his eyes weren’t deceiving him and his Alpha mate had truly liked that type of joining.
“Better than.” Keith turned his head and kissed Brian’s palm. He lowered himself onto Brian’s chest and brushed their lips together. “Was it what you hoped for?”
Brian gently brushed Keith’s hair off his forehead and met his gaze. “Better than I fantasized about.” Just like his mate.
“Now that you can focus on something other than getting me into bed, we should talk about what happened earlier,” Keith suggested.
“We are currently in bed,” Brian pointed out.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Brian knew where the conversation would inevitably lead so he curled himself around his mate and kissed his forehead. “I love you. I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Do you want to let Rupert Jackson execute what I’m sure is a stupid but also potentially harmful plan?”
“You know I don’t,” he grumbled.
“Before I tell you yet again how we can avoid that, should I remind you that your pack member thinks I look super healthy and great?”
“I can kill Steve.”
“Oh are we naming people we can kill?” Keith sat up. “This a fun game. My turn. It starts with an R and ends with an upert Jackson.”
Keith’s dark hair was disheveled, his jaw sharp, his eyes warm, his body lean but muscled.
“You’re gorgeous,” Brian said.
“If you’re trying to distract me with compliments, it’ll absolutely work so cut it out. We need to deal with this.”
“I’m not. I was just thinking out loud.” He placed his hand on Keith’s knee. “You take my breath away.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” Keith smiled at him and Brian wanted to keep that happy, peaceful expression on his face forever.
“Please don’t fight with me about protecting you. That’s like asking me to stop breathing. It goes against my most base instincts.”
Keith sighed. “We really can’t keep doing this back and forth.”
“I know.” He rubbed Keith’s knee. “You definitely scented Rupert Junior on Claire?”
“I definitely did.”
“Why would the Green Field Alpha send someone here with a weird cover story?” Brian asked.
“I believe the desperate seduction efforts and the almost-certainly-aphrodisiac she tried to get you to drink answer that question.”