Page 171 of Alphas Like Us
“How about you pick?” I’m definitely curious about what he’d gravitate towards, and I’m sure he feels the same aboutme.
“No thanks.” He eyes my lippiercing.
I smile. “Looks like we’re at a standstill.”And you want to kissme.
He’s so impatient that he ends up scrolling and clicking into an amateur video. I skim the title:Two Passionate Guys MakeLove!
“Shut up,” he tellsme.
“Didn’t say anything.” But my smile touches my cheeks, and I do say something now. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to make love, wolf scout, and being honest here, I’d say it’s a preference ofyours.”
He turns his head, brows furrowed at me.Confused.
It stings my heart a little bit. “We’ve made love before.”All of thetime.
“Yeah?” He shuts the laptop. Sets it aside. “Remind me,Farrow.”
I stroke his hair back, my hand running down his jaw, and our mouths crash together, nerves lighting to five-hundreddegrees.
We shed our boxer-briefs, and wrestle in the twisted sheets, kissing the hell out of each other. We draw closer together when we turn on our sides, his weight on his goodshoulder.
“Fuck,” Maximoff groans after I nip his neck with my teeth. I suck harder, and then I kiss his jaw, his lips again, and his skillful tongue slides overmine.
Blood simmering, he bucks into me for harder friction while our mouths meld together. Grinding his pelvis against mine, my cockhardens.
I break our mouths and pat the mattress. Finding a bottle of lube. My chest presses firmly to his chest while we’re on oursides.
Our eyes collide, and I lather my length. Huskily, I tell him, “I’m going to come inside of you, wolfscout.”
He rocks his hips into me, squeezing my ass, and groans against the crook of my neck. “Fuck me now, man.” He strokes his owncock.
Fuck.I tuck him more to my chest, and I lift his leg over my waist. Keeping my arm underneath his knee so he’ll stay hoisted. “Look at me,” Iwhisper.
He pulls his head back, his eyes melting into mine. He looks overcome and at the peak of arousal, and I haven’t even pushed into himyet.
I tease his hole open with two fingers. His muscles flex, his breath catching. He’s giving himself to me with so much trust and love and care. It amplifies an already visceral, primal feeling that connects him to me. That douses me with kerosene and lights me on fuckingfire.
Sweat built on our skin, I move my fingers, and I ease my erection into him. Slowly. “Breathe,” I tell Maximoff, our eyeslocked.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. The pressure wells around my cock, his tightness overwhelming me, and I use more lube before I pushdeeper.
“Fuck, Maximoff.” My muscles pull taut, and I’m all…the way…inside of him. I rock my hips, and I hold the back of his head in the most protective, secure grip. Not letting go, our mouths a breath away, and we stare unblinkingly. Feeling every fucking thing and seeing it well in the other’seyes.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his lips broken open with throatynoises.
My hand shifts to his jaw, encasing his face, holding as fucking tight as him. His eyes almost roll, almostgone.
“FarrowFarrow.” He death-clutches my shoulders like he’s falling off a mountain and I’m hisharness.
I grit down, a coarse noise tangled in my lungs. My pulse hammers in the hollow of my throat. “Fuck,” I groan. “Wolfscout.”
Water slips from the corners of his daggeredeyes.
Mine burn andwell.
We kiss in this final stretch. Our lips push each other’s mouth open in burning aggression and desire, and my searing lungs beg for morebreath.
I rock androck.
