Chapter 10 #2
“Don’t do that,” Emerson whispered against his ear. “I want to hear when something feels good.”
Dash lifted his head, pressing his forehead against the side of Emerson’s head as he focused on the stretch and pull of his body around that finger. In between pants and gasps, he whispered, “It feels good.”
Emerson’s warm breath washed over his face, the scent of his cum still lingering on it.
His lips were too tempting not to taste again.
A kiss would also give Dash cover. That close, there was no hiding the pleasure he derived from the slow, intimate massage.
No matter how much he wanted to rein in his reactions to that probing finger, it was becoming next to impossible.
Dash leaned closer and captured Emerson’s lips, kissing him languidly as his finger slipped deeper inside.
A few strokes later and Dash melted against Emerson, eager for more. Emerson pulled out again before returning with two thick fingers. Dash winced, pulling up and away from Emerson’s hand.
“Too much?” Emerson asked, withdrawing his fingers completely.
“No,” Dash said in a rush. He didn’t want Emerson to stop. “Just warn me next time you add another one of your big, sausage fingers.”
Emerson chuckled, the sound vibrating through Dash.
“Will do,” Emerson whispered.
After trailing his two fingertips around the rim again, Emerson slid only one finger in the next time.
“Both,” Dash demanded. “I want them both.”
Emerson pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and pulled out.
The next slow surge was two fingers wide.
Dash’s back bowed from the pressure, the barest hint of pain stinging.
The discomfort rode the edge of pleasure and only lasted a few seconds.
Before Emerson could pull away again, he reached back with one hand and gripped Emerson’s wrist. He forced the alpha’s hand deeper and rolled his hips, riding the fingers like the dildos he’d used.
Dash felt something shift within him, his body opening to Emerson’s touch.
When a third finger was later added after a whispered, wanton warning, he barely felt any pain.
Dash captured Emerson’s lips again and rocked his hips up and down, desperate to build on the growing tension tightening his body and pushing him towards the abyss.
He wanted to jerk his leaking cock so fucking bad—but feared letting go of Emerson’s neck for too long and ending up on the floor.
Emerson rose to his feet, lifting Dash as if he were no burden. His fingers were still embedded inside Dash, too.
Dash tore his lips from the alpha, clinging tight. “Emerson…”
“I’ve got you,” Emerson said, his voice soft. He spun and lowered them both to the bed and only then slid his fingers out.
Dash had guessed Emerson was probably quite strong.
He was huge and built like a bull, with muscles everywhere.
He’d spent well over a decade honing his body—he carried people out of burning buildings, for heaven’s sake—so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise he could fling Dash around with such ease.
All that said, Dash hadn’t expected to be hauled about like he weighed little to nothing. He wasn’t tiny—he was six-foot-six and had plenty of muscle of his own. When his back hit the mattress, he could only stare up at Emerson in awe.
He couldn’t lie. It was sexy as fuck. Emerson seemed oblivious to the adoration being sent his way, though.
He was more interested in propping Dash’s hips up with a couple of towel-covered pillows—and adding a bit more lube to coat them both.
After tossing the bottle back across the bed, he pressed between Dash’s thighs and leveled his gaze, finally.
“Ready for me?”
Dash could only nod, his throat too constricted to speak. Emerson would be the first man to top him.
The voice inside Dash’s mind whispered.
The only.
Before doing anything else, Emerson leaned in close and gave him a few tender kisses. He sighed against Emerson’s lips when the man broke free and pressed his forehead to Dash’s for a few seconds.
“Emerson,” Dash whispered, writhing under him.
The anticipation was about to kill him. He’d waited decades to know an alpha like this… and he couldn’t wait another second.
Returning to his haunches, Emerson eyed him for a second. Finally, he angled his cock and pressed it against Dash’s hole.
“Fair warning. I’m coming in—no sausage fingers this time, though,” Emerson whispered. A smile played on his lips. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Dash scoffed, fighting a smile himself.
Gods, come inside me before I die, please…
Emerson’s smile faltered. “If it hurts, tell me.”
Dash nodded, holding Emerson’s earnest stare.
“Promise?” Emerson asked, lifting a brow.
“Will you just fuck me already?” Dash snapped.
Fighting a smile, Emerson pushed the head of his cock through the tight rim, stretching the muscles wide.
Dash hissed in pain, and the alpha immediately stopped, allowing him a couple of seconds to breathe.
When Dash nodded that he was ready, Emerson pushed in another inch.
The pain grew and he tensed, lungs burning.
“Breathe!” Emerson demanded.
Dash tried to drag a breath in, but struggled to get enough air in. He came close to tapping out—but the head squeezed past the thick band of nerves and he sighed with relief—which turned into a moan as Emerson surged a bit deeper. The building pressure and warmth within made him mindless.
There was only one part of him, the part Emerson commanded. He could only focus on that and nothing else. Inch by delicious inch, he surrendered his body to Emerson.
“You took all of me,” Emerson said, almost sounding shocked. “Are you okay?”
Holding the alpha’s gaze, Dash reached between them, down where their bodies met.
He gripped the base of Emerson’s shaft to gauge for himself how much was left to go.
His hand skimmed the thick knot too wide to fit.
Emerson groaned as Dash massaged him there.
The base of that knot ended where Dash began. Emerson couldn’t go any farther.
Why did he want more?
Dash nodded, staring up at the god of a man filling him. “I’m okay.”
“You’re more than okay,” Emerson whispered before claiming a kiss. “You’re fucking amazing.”
Dash smiled, allowing Emerson another kiss.
Emerson lingered there, not moving. He laid a few kisses around Dash’s face, the last landing back on his lips. Emerson rocked his hips ever so slightly, and Dash felt the thick knot surging against his rim.
“You’re not going any deeper, right?”
That knot could tear him apart without a lot of practice first.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” Emerson said. “You might never be.”
“Never?” Dash didn’t want to hear that. He’d tried before with the dildos he had but couldn’t quite get there. One of his biggest fantasies was taking a big knot and getting locked with an alpha who was breeding him.
“A lot of alphas desperately want it, but some can’t manage it without intense pain. Some train for it and still can’t do it.”
Dash frowned.
“Don’t worry,” Emerson murmured. “I never expect it.”
“But you want it?”
Emerson’s eyes narrowed, an intense look of lust crossing his face. “It’s instinct to knot a partner—even if that partner isn’t an omega.”
“It’s only instinct for you?”
Emerson closed his eyes, a tremor racing through him. Dash could feel the violent shake—and it almost caused one in him.
“I have a kink,” Emerson murmured. “But I won’t harm you to experience it.”
“Have you? Experienced it?”
Emerson shook his head. “I’m too big.”
Dash drew in a shaky breath. He wanted to give Emerson that pleasure more than he wanted his own. Too bad he couldn’t.
A thought suddenly came to mind, though. “You said some alphas need… constriction. I never asked if you did.”
“Don’t worry about me one bit,” Emerson whispered. He slid out an inch or two and slowly drove back in. “All you have to do is focus on how good it feels… and remember to breathe.”
All he could focus on was that fat cock spearing him.
Dash dragged in a shuddering breath and released it slowly, his body growing more accustomed to the thick impalement.
Emerson pulled out a little more and thrust back inside on Dash’s next exhale.
With each thrust that followed, the pleasure bloomed.
A groan of delight came from his lips after Emerson pulled all the way out and embedded himself again. Emerson kissed him, swallowing several moans that came after.
The pleasure built within, the slick slide of Emerson’s cock creating a delicious tension.
How he’d thought a dildo could ever compare, he didn’t know.
They weren’t the same at all. Emerson was warm and throbbing with life inside him, every pulse of his heart felt within.
A cold chunk of silicone was no match, especially when it didn’t have the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on attached to it.
The thrusts turned a bit rougher, the pace more rapid.
Emerson drove into him, straining like a wild beast above.
Instinctive, aggressive alpha behavior appeared, and Dash tensed, worried it would be too much for him to handle.
Omegas had natural lubricant and their bodies were born to be used roughly by a large, powerful mate. His body wasn’t that.
After a couple of minutes, Emerson stilled. He laid his body completely over Dash’s, chest to chest, and slid his hands underneath them. He cupped Dash’s ass—and then rolled them over. Dash landed on top. He pushed his upper body up, his palms on Emerson’s chest.
“I was getting a bit too forceful,” Emerson muttered between pants, a sheen of sweat coating his face. “It’s safer if you take control. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tightness filled Dash’s chest. The fact Emerson recognized that through the haze of need was to be commended.
He was being protective again. The last time he’d shown that side, Dash had scolded him for it. It wasn’t that he’d not wanted it—but because he’d feared wanting it.
It and the man providing it.
Emerson caressed his cheek, smiling, as if he saw the wave of emotion Dash was fighting. Their gazes met, something unspoken lingering between them.
Dash sat up straighter, not completely sure what he was doing—until he remembered all the times he’d ridden Emerson’s lackluster replacement.
It hadn’t been fruitless, after all. Those hours are where he’d been training himself for this very moment.
He leaned back, hands braced behind him on the alpha’s upper thighs.
Then he did what he’d done all those times he’d wished it was Emerson under him.
He rolled his hips and rode that fat, gorgeous cock.
Smiling to himself, he realized he much preferred being on top—and in control of something.
He set the pace he needed. The angle of entry.
The rhythm. Watching Emerson straining below was glorious.
He could tell when the alpha liked a certain stroke or tension as he tightened around the shaft, so they both shared in the pleasure.
“I thought you said… you hadn’t…” Emerson’s hands clenched on his hips. “Fuck, Dash… You said… you hadn’t… done this before.”
“I haven’t,” Dash replied, allowing his head to fall back. “Not with a man.”
“I find that… hard to believe,” Emerson growled.
Emerson fisted Dash’s hard cock and stroked it, matching their pace. The dual sensation was too much stimulation for his mind and body to take in all at once. Dash’s testicles retracted tight to the base of his cock, the tension reaching a boiling point much too rapidly.
Dash released one hand from Emerson’s thigh and pinched the base of his cock, praying he could stop the impending orgasm from slamming into him.
Emerson’s fingertips bruised one hip as he dug in hard, urging Dash faster, not slower.
His hand flew over Dash’s cock. The dam deep inside Dash threatened to break with each passing second.
Closer and closer they sped towards the edge, until a violent shudder tore through him.
On the next plunging thrust, Dash came down all the way.
Onto Emerson’s knot.