Page 99 of Inside the Sun

Before I can think it through, my hands are already wrapping around his slender back, pulling him closer. And Fate, it feels incredible. My whole body lights up with the intense, primal urge to bury myself in him and fuck until we both lose it.

I lean in, another low AO sound slipping from my throat, this time a much more direct, theInvitation. 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 theMating 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?

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