Marcus #3
“Maybe ninety-five,” he gasps, his fingers turning white where they’re braced against the wall.
The usual arrogance in his voice fractures, replaced by a low, shaky moan as I stretch him out.
He’s tight, so fucking tight, but his body adjusts to me quickly, yielding to the intrusion even as his scent spikes with a masculine, competitive heat.
“I’m good,” he says when I’ve thoroughly worked open his hole, his voice unsteady as he gives his cock a few rough strokes, letting it slap against the hard plane of his abs. “Now bury that big fucking alpha cock in me before I lose my mind. Please.”
The plea is tagged on for my benefit, doing just enough to stop my alpha from grabbing him by the throat, and accompanied by a sly smile that he flashes over his shoulder.
I’m dimly aware that Alex is playing my alpha like a fiddle, but as the head of my cock presses against his hole and my huge arm wraps around his hard, uniquely alpha body, I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
“Oh my god,” I groan as I sink into him, the slide slick with lube but still rough, the friction shooting right to my balls.
And I don’t know whether it’s his pheromones clouding my mind, or his god-like body beneath my hands, or the impossibly tight heat of him gripping me like a vise, but all it takes is one thrust inside him to know that this is nothing like fucking an omega.
It’s electrifying. Agonizing. So much better.
And I know before it’s even begun that I’m never going back.
“Fuck me, alpha,” Alex snarls, and I snap.
I thread one hand in his hair and use the other to grip his hip and pull him back against me as I drive my cock forward, pushing deep until I bottom out, stretching his hole obscenely wide as Alex arches his back with a sharp, breathy cry of pleasure that reverberates around the shower room.
Steam rises around our feet, the water splashing off Alex’s back and the place where we’re joined as I set a brutal rhythm, pinning his heavy, muscular frame against the tiles until there’s barely an inch of space left between us.
“F-fuck,” Alex stutters. “So good, Marcus. So f-fucking good.”
“Fucking take it,” I growl against the burning skin of his shoulder, biting back the urge to sink my teeth into the muscle there. “So tight.”
He pushes back against me, meeting every one of my thrusts halfway with a wet, filthy slap.
I can’t take my eyes off the blissed out look on his face, his cheeks a dusty pink from the suffocating heat and his eyes gleaming and lust-drunk when he twists his head to meet mine, and our lips crash together in a dirty kiss.
“Come on, alpha,” he goads when we break apart breathlessly. “Give it to me. Fuck me with that fat cock, make me feel it—ah!”
I tilt my hips, the sensitive head of my cock hitting a spot inside him that makes him cry out and his knees buckle.
His whole body trembles as I reach a hand around to grasp his heavy cock, a primal need driving me into the heat of his ass as I tighten my fist and stroke him in time with my thrusts.
“Your tight ass is gonna make me come,” I groan against his ear, my rhythm faltering as his hole spasms around me, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. “Christ, you’re unreal, alpha. Hottest man I’ve ever seen, so goddamn perfect—”
His scent blooms around us suddenly, his cock flexing in my grip as a desperate sound rips from his throat. “Shit, Marcus, alpha, don’t stop—I’m coming—”
His heat convulses around me as he spills onto the shower floor in thick, pulsing ribbons. His body trembles under my hands, his muscles contracting as his orgasm wracks his entire form, and his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, his face like an artist’s depiction of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
And the sight of him breaking—of this proud, confident alpha coming apart in my arms and around my cock—shatters the last of my composure.
With a low, feral growl, I drive into him one last time, burying myself to the hilt as my own orgasm hits me hard, ripping through my bloodstream and locking every muscle in my body.
Alex pulses around me in a post-orgasmic rhythm, draining every last drop from my heavy balls as I come deep inside him in aching, burning bursts.
We stay like that for what feels like a long time, the water still hammering down around us. Our pheromones mingle with the steam, his scent so strong it makes me dizzy, but the wild aggression it stirred up in me earlier is gone. Instead, all I feel is a warm, settled buzz, deep in my chest.
I press a soft kiss—maybe too soft—against the back of his neck, feeling him shudder in response.
I pull out of him carefully, letting the cooling stream of water wash the mess of sweat, lube and cum off our tired, sated bodies.
I watch the fluid curve of Alex’s body as he turns to face me, his eyes heavy but totally soft. Totally beautiful.
And when he leans back against the wall, giving me one of those slow, lazy smiles of his, I know without a shadow of a doubt that even though I may have just been the one bending him over, Alex is the one holding all the cards.
Because I am already completely, hopelessly hooked on him.