Page 61 of The Alpha Experiment
I wrapped a hand in his hair, and he groaned, deep in his throat, and flicked his tongue out, there and gone again, leaving the tip of my cock tingling.
It was my turn to groan, and I took a firm grip on his hair and thrust into his waiting mouth. He wrapped his lips around me and lashed my cock with his tongue. My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Colin,” I moaned. He bucked under me, his groan muffled around the head of my cock, and lifted his head, trying to suck me deeper.
I thrust down, forgetting anything but getting into the tightness of his throat, getting deeper into him, so tight and hot and wet, and he swallowed around me—and that was it. I fisted his hair and shoved my cock down his throat, coming and coming until my vision whited out.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped, and pulled back to let him get some air, my cock catching on his lower lip and making me shiver. I sat back, letting himreallytake my weight, and his chest heaved under my ass and thighs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I—”
“Don’t apologize.” He gazed up at me, licking his shiny, reddened lips. His voice went so deep it rumbled through me as he said, “Don’t ever apologize for taking what you need from me.”
My fingers hurt. I looked at my hand. Still tightly buried in his hair, the messy strands tangled around my fingers, my knuckles white. “I’m sorry for pulling your hair, anyway,” I said, and loosened my grip.
I flexed my hand, still resting it in his hair. Without meaning to, I trailed it down, my fingers tracing his temple, brushing down his jaw. I swiped my thumb over his lips.
Colin sucked it in, flicked it with his tongue, and bit it.
I yelped, yanking my hand back.
Colin gazed up at me, unblinking, like a predator fixing its prey.
He’d certainly fixed me, because I couldn’t look away, frozen there, my softening cock still inches from his face. He had a streak of my come at the corner of his mouth.
I shuddered, and the muscles in my ass clenched, taking the rest of my lower torso along for the ride.
His cock was right behind me. If I leaned back, I’d feel it poking into my spine.
Right there, and all I had to do was scoot down a little, lift my ass in the air, and slide onto it. I hadn’t lubed up. I didn’t care. It’d hurt, maybe a lot.
I didn’t care about that either.
Pressing down on his shoulders for leverage, I angled myself back, shifting down his body.
“Lube, Newt,” Colin said, making me glance up at him in startlement. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
What? What had I been doing? I wasn’t going to…fuck myself on his cock.
Iwas going to fuckhim.
Right? I’d been…moving down so I could get him ready. My head swam.
“Get yourself slick before you take me.” Those words vibrated in me, and I was reaching for the bottle on the bedside table before I could think, the authority in them making me obey without being able to stop myself.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I managed to say, my voice sounding distant, scratchy. “I’m getting the lube so I can fuck you.”
I moved down further, forcing myself to focus, and ended up kneeling over his legs, his cock right there in front of me. Not where I wanted it.
No, no itwaswhere I wanted it. Because I wanted to be over here, where I could push his legs apart and get between them.
The head of his cock had gone all purplish-rose, dark and thick and glistening. My mouth watered. He’d sucked my cock, hadn’t he? It would only be fair. I could…dominantly get a blowjob and then also dominantly give him one too.
I leaned down, the lube forgotten, and took hold of the base of his cock, carefully lapping at the head, wrapping my tongue around the side.
He tasted like skin, a little salty, a little sweet. No different from licking any other part of him. Not that I’d done that either. I opened my mouth and put my lips around him, sucking lightly.
I glanced up under my eyelashes and froze, his cockhead in my mouth.
Colin’s chest and shoulders glistened with a light sheen of sweat, all the muscles tense and flexed and standing out in sculpted glory—and the straps quivering with the effort of holding him down.
