Page 33 of The Rabbit's Foot
Please? What? Don’t stop? Stop? Harder? What did Alp want? That was easy. He wanted to join with Mal in the most intimate way mates could. He swallowed hard.
“Mal?”
Mal lifted his head, and Alp peered into inky depths of blown pupils. “Yes, mate?”
Another shudder. Alp would never tire of hearing that word. “I want to try. Can we?”
“Not only can we, we need to.” Mal smiled. “I’m not sure I could survive without being inside of you.” He laved Alp’s cock again. “It’s going to hurt. I’ll be as gentle as I can, but I won’t lie.”
“No, I know. It’s just… I trust you.”
Mal’s eyes widened. “Then if you want this, we should see about prepping you properly.” He got off the bed and went to his bag. He reached in and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He brought it back to the bed and placed it beside Alp.
“If you’re scared or nervous, just say stop. I won’t force anything, I swear.” He kissed Alp. “Are you certain about this?”
Was he? A glance down at Mal’s thick, heavy, straining shaft had Alp biting back ano, because he really did want this.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Mal turned Alp on his side, then got down behind him. Alp tried to lift his head, but Mal dropped that heavy hand on Alp’s shoulder, holding him in place. Then he leaned in and the tip of his nose touched Alp’s ass a moment before his tongue speared Alp’s hole.
“Oh my Maker, what the fuck!”
Mal didn’t answer, just pushed in farther. Alp writhed on the bed, the feelings overwhelming. In all the porn he’d seen—mostly his brother’s—Alp had never known people did this, and now he wanted to find out what else they did.
A bit of cold zipped through him, and Alp shivered as something thick and blunt slid slowly into his ass. At first he pushed back, wanting to expel the invader.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Yes! No! How the hell was he supposed to answer that? “I don’t know,” he whined.
“Does it hurt?”
Alp scrunched his face, then jolted when the finger brushed over something in his ass that sent jolts of pleasure through his body. “Holy Maker! That was… oh, damn,” he groaned.
Mal chuckled. “That’s your prostate,” Mal said, and Alp couldn’t miss the smugness in his voice. “It’s the G-spot for a man.”
For a man? “Have you… been with many people?”
“Yes,” Mal answered, and there wasn’t any teasing or anything in his voice. “But now that I have you? I’m never going to want another. You are everything—and I do meaneverything—I could hope for in a partner.”
As he spoke, Mal kept up his ministrations, and as far as Alp was concerned, whatever Mal was saying was nothing more than babbling. He was lost in a haze of feelings like he’d never dealt with before, riding a crest of euphoria. It took several long moments for him to realize that Mal had added a second finger and was now pressing them in hard and giving them a twist.
“Ooh, Mal,” he whimpered.
“I’ll always take care of you, Alp,” he whispered, before adding a third finger. “Always.”
His heart ready to burst from emotions he’d never felt before, Alp grabbed Mal by the back of the neck and dragged him down into a fierce kiss. It was tongue, teeth, gnashing, crashing together as Alp rode the never-ending waves of emotions. Mal continued to take him ever higher, until Alp thought he’d either scream or pass out from pleasure.
“Please, Mal, please,” he whimpered, his head thrashing side to side. “I’m ready.”
But Mal didn’t listen. Instead, he engulfed Alp’s cock in that amazing mouth of his, and Alp couldn’t help when his hand tightened in Mal’s hair and yanked him down.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he sputtered, but he couldn’t control it anymore.
When Mal lifted him off the bed and flipped him over, then pulled him up to his knees, Alp didn’t have the energy to protest. Mal could do whatever the hell he wanted right now. Alp was too buzzed to say no.
Two pillows were slid under Alp, and then Mal lowered him onto them. He giggled as he pictured himself, face down, ass up, waiting to be fucked by his mate.
