Page 70 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
“Top drawer by the bed.” He motioned with his hand.
As I leaned toward the night table, I saw him look me up and down, and I would have backed away if it had seemed anything like before, out of control or wrong or dirty, but nothing was out of control, or seemed dirty or lascivious. He was only kind and adoring, and he said, “You’re so beautiful.”
I couldn’t think of a response, so I rushed to open the drawer, my cock bobbing between my legs as I shifted my weight, and found the shiny, brand new bottle. I gripped its coldness in my palm.
I showed it to him.
“Use it,” he said, his head turning on the pillows, his knees bending and spreading to make room for me to re-settle between them.
It seemed so easy. He wanted this, and I wanted to touch, so I poured some lube into my hand and onto my fingers and ran them up and down his crack.
His cock twitched.
It was lovely. Amazing. On sudden impulse, I leaned down and ran my tongue all over the tip of his erection.
He let out a yell, but remained still as I pushed my finger inside him, deeper this time with the lube helping to ease the way, and at the same time I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.
My own cock throbbed to do this. I didn’t think it would turn me on so much, but everything was just right for me. I wanted him. It didn’t seem wrong. It seemed very very right as he moved his hips slightly to take more of my finger into him and push more of his cock into my mouth.
Had he been penetrated before?
He started to writhe and groan and I sucked hard while I put a second finger into him.
My whole body shivered and trembled in need as I did this, not because I wanted to be where he was, no, not on my back, not yet, but because I wanted to do this to him. For him.
I moved my fingers in and out of him. He quivered and opened more.
I tasted his essence, like tart salt, on the edge of my tongue as he grew more wet and aroused at the tip of his cock, which hardened even more in my mouth, jutting toward the back, making me swallow.
“Ah!” He yelled and a hand caught my shoulder, gently pushing. “I’ll come,” he said softly. “Too fast. I want you to put yourself inside me.”
I pulled off his cock and it fell hard and wet to his belly. “You’ve done this before,” I accused.
He closed his eyes, giving a single nod.
“But you’re an Alpha.”
“Some Alphas like it. Please, I like it.”
I gulped. He was the boss. The owner of Zilly’s. A big and beautiful Alpha. And he wanted this.
I had wanted it from the moment I’d touched him there, between his cheeks, watching as he responded, as his muscles tightened and sucked my fingers into him. My cock throbbed to be where my fingers had been, and I could have come from just the thought of his body encasing my hardness.
I couldn’t believe how quickly, how thoroughly I’d desired this, as if I were the one soon to be out of control. I never knew. I had not allowed myself to think of sex with an Alpha in this way.
“Do you want to?” he asked.
I nodded, clearing my throat. Fuck. It was more than want. Quickly, I grabbed up the bottle of lube and poured some onto my cock, trying not to touch myself for fear I’d come before I could get what I really wanted. Inside him. Inside that sweet grip I’d felt on my fingers.
My cock glistened as he pulled his legs up fast.
“Do it, just do it,” he said hoarsely.
I pushed my cock against the crack of his ass, rubbing the head all along it.
He reached around his thighs and pulled his cheeks wider. I saw him open for me, the dark entrance oiled and ready, and it didn’t even register that it might be difficult, as I’d been taught it could be.
I moved until the head of my cock was right there, at the aperture which seemed to already be sucking at the tip, and lightly pushed. The head of my cock slid against it and he opened more—such control—and as I gave only a bit more pressure, he moved his hips and took me, gliding, into him, all heat and oil and tightness surrounding me.
