Page 53 of The Alpha Experiment
On the other hand… “I’m not ready. I mean, I didn’t do anything to get ready. Like I did yesterday.”
“Do you feel like you’re not ready? I mean, are you sore? Or…you know, anything else?”
Oh, gods, now my face felt like it was onfire. Colin wasn’t usually all that tactful, but I could’ve kissed him in gratitude for managing to ask that question without actually sayingNewt, do you need to hit the bathroom first?
“No. I feel fine.” Shouldn’t I be arguing? I mean, what if I wasn’t totally perfectly clean and Colin got grossed out? Strike that, he was a werewolf. Their standards for gross weren’t quite human most of the time. As long as I didn’t smell like a raccoon, whatever the hell that meant, he almost certainly wouldn’t care. But what ifIgot grossed out?
“We can take a shower afterwards,” he said, like he’d read my mind.
Or like he really wanted to talk me into it.
Well, of course he did. He’d had an erection this whole time. And all those hormones hadn’t gone anywhere…
“Yeah, okay,” I found myself whispering, and then Colin’s weight lifted off of me as he rolled out of bed. “Where are you—”
“Grabbing stuff,” he called. I heard him rummaging in the bathroom.
Ah.Stuff.
A second later, he leaned back over me and dropped the kit on the bedside table. “You’ll need this in a bit, right? And I need this,” he said, settling back down behind me.
A click indicated he’d popped the top on the lube bottle, and I panicked.
“I can do that!” I tried to flip over and grab for it, but he flipped me right back like a pancake, flat onto my stomach, my face landing in the pillow again.
Colin flipped with me, straddling my thighs and pinning me down. “Nope,” he said. “Not happening.” I started to mumble a protest, and he leaned down and put his mouth to my ear. “Lie still and relax, Newt. I’ve got you.”
That made me the opposite of relaxed. I knew what I’d done to get ready the day before, sticking my fingers in there and rubbing the lube around, and the squelching sounds, and wondering how it looked. I went stiff as a board imaginingColindoing all of that. To my ass. While he had a perfect view of the whole process, staring at my hole while his fingers worked in and out, in and out…I buried my face deeper into the pillow and moaned, my stomach clenchinghard.
“Let’s get your shirt off,” he said, and I was too overwhelmed thinking about what came next to do more than cooperate as he worked it up to my shoulders and pulled it off over my head.
I tried to stay propped on my elbows and get a little control of the situation, but then he tugged down the waistband of my underwear, and it tipped me over again, face-down.
His weight lifted off me as he moved down, pulling my underwear all the way off, and then he resettled, kneeling between my legs.
This was better than having my ass up in the air, at least. I didn’t feel as exposed.
And then he put his hands on my cheeks, using his thumbs to spread me open.
So much for that.
I could just keep my head down, like an ostrich, and if I couldn’t see what was happening I couldn’t be embarrassed by it, right? But with my other senses muffled, his touch eclipsed anything else. His knees, hard against my thighs. His thumbs pulling me apart, and then dipping in, tugging at the rim of my hole.
Openingme, so he could see inside.
My cock throbbed under me, pressing into the mattress. I squirmed a little, and my cockhead rubbed over the sheet, the sensation making me squirm even more.
Colin made a sound, like sucking in a deep breath, and he pushed a lubed finger into me.
I clamped down hard around it. Colin grunted, and his other hand tightened on my ass cheek.
He worked that finger in and out slowly and methodically, not bothering with my prostate. Just back and forth. In and out. Like a metronome. Until Ididrelax, letting out a long breath and accepting it. I could deal with this, even though I couldn’t help picturing what Colin would be seeing: his finger, disappearing into my body, the slick, pink flesh around it swallowing him up. Slide in, slide out. It was almost soothing.
And then he added a second finger. I felt the stretch of that and winced a little. But he kept going, in and out, in the same steady, easy rhythm, until it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He took his other hand away, and a second later more lube drizzled down over his fingers and into my hole and the crack of my ass. More sounds, now, the slick squishing of lube loudly obscene in the quiet bedroom.
I’d be so wet now. Glistening. Looking as obscene as I sounded, laid out naked under him and waiting for him to do whatever he wanted.
I could hear his harsh, rasping breaths in counterpoint to the wet sounds of his fingers, and it felt like my body was pulsing in the same rhythm. My half-hard cock felt distant, secondary.
