Page 38 of Undone
Trying to look nonchalant, Michael undressed. He was actually very far from being nonchalant. He was shaking with a horrible mix of overwhelming arousal and shame. Anthony’s heavy gaze on his naked body didn’t help, either.
Michael didn’t suffer from false modesty. He knew he was very handsome—a very handsome alpha. He looked nothing like omegas: too tall, too muscular, too strong. But judging byAnthony’s cock, he wasn’t turned off by that. It was rock hard. And so damn big. Gods, he remembered how good it had felt inside him.
Grabbing lube from the drawer, Michael straddled Anthony’s thighs.
Their eyes met.
Fuck, they really were doing this.
Licking his dry lips, Michael squeezed some lube into his hand and grabbed Anthony’s cock. So firm and thick. So warm. So real. Nothing like his dildos.
He slicked up Anthony’s cock generously before reluctantly letting go and reaching behind himself and shoving two fingers into his hole.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek, breathing unsteadily as he quickly prepped himself. He didn’t really need much prep these days, but Anthony was watching. He couldn’t exactly let him know how used to it his hole was. His alpha pride wouldn’t let him. It was one thing for Anthony to know that he was into being fucked these days; it was completely another if he found out how much of a cockslut he was.
“I’m ready,” Michael said roughly, pulling his fingers out. “I’m going to fuck you now. You will lie there and take it.”
Anthony’s muscles went rigid, his throat and shoulders tense. “Don’t push it, Michael,” he warned.
Quashing the ridiculous urge to drop his gaze meekly, Michael met his eyes. “On my terms,” he repeated, before arranging himself over Anthony’s cock and sinking down in one stroke. “Ahhh!”
Anthony hissed, his gaze darkening. He said something, but Michael could barely hear it, focusing all his willpower on not coming like the worst kind of sex addict who’d finally gotten his fix. It felt... it feltdivine, the girth of Anthony’s cock, how hard, hot, and silky it was. His dildos had nothing on the real thing. Fuck, this was a terrible mistake. He wouldn’t be able to live without this cock from now on. He wanted to ride it into oblivion.
And so he did. Moaning, Michael started riding the other alpha, savoring the feeling of fullness inside him. “Oh—oh... so good...” he mumbled deliriously, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Fucking hell,” Anthony said breathlessly, his body rigid with tension as he stared at Michael. “You look cock-dumb. Even omegas in heat look less high than you.”
“Fuck you,” Michael moaned out, riding him faster. “Ah-ah-ah!”
“But it’s true,” Anthony said, grabbing Michael’s ass and squeezing. “You look like a whore. Whore for alpha cock. You want my knot too? Want me to stuff my knot in you?”
Michael came, his vision whiting out for a moment.
“Unbelievable,” Anthony said before flipping them so Michael was on his stomach and climbing on top of him.
“That wasn’t the deal,” Michael said weakly, but he felt too good to protest as Anthony shoved his legs apart and slammed back into him. It was almost too much. He felt oversensitive after coming, but the thickness inside him was so damn satisfying Michael’s protest was half-hearted at best, and soonenough, he was gyrating his hips to stimulate the spot that made him keen like a bitch in heat.
Anthony pounded into him without mercy, his body heavy on top of him, his alpha scent sharp and overwhelming. It felt so good Michael wanted to burn up and die from how humiliatingly desperate he was to come, lifting his hips higher like the worst kind of slut, unable to get enough even after coming once. It was so damn filthy but so glorious. He didn’t even care anymore that he was an alpha, and that alphas weren’t supposed to act like this, weren’t supposed to be mounted by another alpha and enjoy being reduced to nothing more than a receptacle made for Anthony’s pleasure, his seed.
Anthony’s thrusts started losing rhythm—it was just animal rutting now, low growls escaping his lips before Anthony’s teeth sank into his neck from behind. A moan left Michael’s throat, his arousal swelling to a dizzying level and flooding his nerves with a deluge of sensation. It felt so good, so perfect, being mounted by such a strong alpha and having his teeth at his throat.
“Alpha...” he mumbled deliriously.
Anthony shuddered and came on a particularly hard thrust, shooting inside him with a harsh shout, his knot growing against Michael’s oversensitive hole, the pressure enough to push Michael over the edge again. He came, whining and pushing back against the knot, wishing it were inside him fully.
He went boneless, slumping forward on his face, breathing hard. Anthony’s cock was still spurting weakly inside him.
Gods.
So wrong. So good. So perfect.
“Fuck,” Anthony said into his nape before rolling off him and stretching out beside him.
Michael turned his head, and they stared at each other from a few inches away, both flushed and out of breath. Anthony’s eyes were still glazed with pleasure, but his expression had a strange intensity to it as he said, “You called me alpha.”
Michael went rigid, his heart missing a beat. “You must have heard wrong,” he said stiffly.
“I know what I heard,” Anthony said, boring his eyes into him.
