Page 51 of The Alpha Experiment
But if he moved that couple of inches, we’d be cuddling. No two ways about it.
Colin moved that couple of inches, pressing his chest to my back and resting his head on my pillow. He kept his hips angled away, but after a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped his arm around me and flattened his hand over my sternum.
I let my breath out at last, in a long rush that left me limp with the release of tension. His body against mine radiated heat, melting me into a puddle of Newt-flavored goo.
My lower back and legs were still chilly, though. He’d let so much damn cold air into the bed when he lifted up the covers.
And my ass. My ass feltreallycold. I’d spent more time in the last couple of days thinking about my ass than cumulatively in my entire life to date, but seriously…it had goosebumps, and that on top of the lingering sensations left over from the day before made it a point of focus I couldn’t ignore.
Oddly, the soreness had mostly faded, though, leaving that impression of openness and emptiness I’d felt when Colin pulled out of me. I kept clenching around nothing and wondering when I’d feel normal again. I’d gone nearly thirty years without ever having anything inside me. How had a few minutes of his cock buried in me left me feeling likethatwas normal?
“Can you fix the blankets?” I asked. “I’m still cold. You let all the warmth out.”
“I don’t think your blanket’s big enough to go across the whole bed, dude.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and held perfectly still, as if that’d make it easier to speak in a casual, natural tone. “You may need to get closer so it’ll fit over both of us.”
Colin went very, very still in turn. “Nah. Just pull more of the blanket to your side. You know I don’t get cold.”
Ugh, he could be so stubborn. “Fine, I will, then.” And I scooted back, pressing myself against his…oh, hell, his very large, very hard erection, which found its way between my upper thighs like it belonged there.
We both lay frozen for a second, his cock nudging behind my balls and my ass nestled into the cradle of his hips.
“Newt,” he said, his voice strained.
“It’s okay,” I managed. And it was. I’d already been over it in my head. Maybe he hadn’t thought it through the same way I had, though? “You still have all those hormones coursing through your bloodstream, Col. They’re inducing an arousal response that doesn’t have anything to do with me at all. The experimental model was a success for my body chemistry. What you’re feeling is, like, a side effect. I’m not holding it against you.”
Colin blew out a long breath against the back of my neck. “Newt, I swear to God—” And then he cut himself off with a snicker. “That’s what she said.”
“Shut up, Colin!”
He laughed again, ruffling the hair on the back of my head, his arm tightening around me, his hand stroking my stomach in little circles. He probably didn’t even realize he was doing it.
It felt so good, though. Soothing, almost, except that every time his hand moved, something in the pit of my stomach tightened and clenched. It didn’t feel bad. Just odd.
Sort of like his cock between my legs. It didn’t feel bad at all. Just a little odd. And anyway, why should it feel bad? I knew Colin as well as I knew myself, or at least I used to. I’d been comfortable with his body for a long time. What was a penis but another body part? If he’d put his hand between my thighs…okay, bad example. But my thighs were just another body part too! It truly didn’t matter. Like his hand on my shoulder.
Colin’s cock between the cheeks of my ass is the same as his hand on my shoulder.
Okay, when I put it that way, it sounded a little less rational. I knew it made perfect sense, though. Obviously. It only sounded weird because of society’s views on what body parts were more personal than others…which, to be fair, had their basis in those parts’ functions.
Try again. It didn’t feel bad, so who cared.
There. Much better. Less scientific, but if it worked it worked.
Colin shifted his hips a little, and his cock pressed deeper into my crease, pushing the fabric of my underwear against my hole.
I bit my lip hard to keep in the startled yelp that tried to burst out.
“Sorry,” Colin said. He sounded even more strained—a lot more. “I should go back to the couch. This was a bad idea. I just—” He swallowed hard, and I felt it as well as heard it, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the curve of my neck. “I didn’t want to go to sleep like that,” he said at last, haltingly. “I acted like a dick. And I hate feeling like we’re…we’re not on the same page. Anymore.”
Oh, thank gods. We were way more on the same page than I’d thought, since we’d both been worrying about the same thing. And if we were both worrying about our friendship? That meant neither of us wanted to end it, or take a break from it, or change it.
“You did act like a dick, and I was mad at first, but then I thought about it. Col, you really aren’t yourself right now. The enzymes released during that kind of mating activity—”
“Newt, I swear, if you tell me one more time how I’m at the mercy of my hormones, I’m going to—tickle you until you fall off the bed. You seriously think my knot’s more in charge of my actions than my brain is?”
He sounded genuinely annoyed, so I really shouldn’t…oh gods, I shouldn’t…but I couldn’t possibly resist a straight line like that. I was only human, after all.
