“Oh my god.” The words rushed out, and all the muscles in my body tensed up as intense need washed over me. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and taking it in my mouth, mapping out every inch with my tongue until he unloaded down my throat.
“What!?” He asked, sounding apprehensive, like my reaction worried him.
As I gazed down between us, his cock looked obscenely big with my fingers wrapped around it. My hole clenched, the pang of arousal centered right where I wanted him. Tearing my eyes up from his delicious body and back up to his face, I felt tongue-tied.
“Y-you’re so…” When I paused, he leaned in just the tiniest bit closer, like he was hanging on whatever my next words would be. “You’re so hot. I can’t wait anymore. I just want you. You can do anything to me. I want you to.”
He blinked, looking shocked at my confession, and I swear I could feel him twitch in my hand as he let out a soft but harsh growl. “You’d let me do anything to you?” He asked, the rasp in his voice sending chills up my spine.
“Yes,” I answered immediately. “Anything.”
He lifted me up off the floor, just enough to toss me onto his bed, where I bounced a little before settling. Panting, I felt a blush rush over my skin as I propped myself up on my elbows so I could stare at him. His jaw was clenched, and his chest was moving up and down under his t-shirt as he took in heavy breaths.
My stomach flipped inside me at the sight of him, my heart melting into a sticky syrup in my chest. He was so handsome, with his sculpted mouth and dark features and intense eyes. How could someone look so mad and broody with their dick sticking up out of their jeans? But I kind of adored that part of him. I kind of adored every part of him.
He climbed onto the mattress, hulking over me for a moment, his heavy cock swaying a bit with his movement. My lower stomach clenched with anticipation as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, tugging them down my legs and tossing them aside. Naked from the waist down, I tried not to feel self-conscious as his eyes raked over me.
But just like before, the expression on his face was full of awe and appreciation and lust as he appraised my body. I remembered what he’d said before, but knew I wasn’t likely to get much verbal praise from him when he was sober.
“Do you… Like the way I look?” I wanted to cringe, hearing how pathetic and insecure I sounded.
His gaze raised from my body to lock onto mine. The depth of his dark eyes made my pulse stumble.
“Yes,” he finally said, after a stretch of silence, sounding slightly hoarse. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
It was worth sounding pathetic and insecure for that one euphoric moment of hearing that vulnerability from him. I felt like I could live off that one sentence alone for the rest of my life.
Lifting my hand from the mattress, I reached toward his crotch, wanting to feel the smooth, hot weight of his cock in my hand again.
Glancing down, he batted my hand away. “Don’t.”
Letting out a tiny whine, I reached for him again. “Please?”
His breath rushed out in a little groan at my request, his eyes darkening even more. He grabbed my hand, raising it above my head and pinning it there. He did the same with the other, cuffing both my wrists in just one of his larger hands. I twitched against my restraints, but his strength made it so I had no hope of wiggling free.
“You never listen to me,” he complained.
“I just want you,” I responded apologetically, flexing my wrists in his hand again. “You don’t know how much I want you.”
“Why?” He retorted harshly. The words sounded tormented, like he couldn’t stop himself from asking, but he’d known it would hurt. “Why do you want me?”
“I’ve always wanted you,” I said, my brows drawing together at the disbelieving tone in his voice. “Kieran, you’re… You’re like the perfect alpha.”
He scoffed, eyeing me incredulously. “You’re crazy.”
“For me,” I clarified. “The perfect alpha for me.”
I could tell my answer had a powerful effect on him, like his praise for my body had affected me. The way he was staringdown at me was so intense, like he’d never felt as strongly about anything as he felt about me in his bed.
“Jordy, I can’t fuck you.” That tormented edge to his voice popped up again.
“You can,” I corrected him. “No one has to know.” I was desperate now, aching and pulsing, almost on the verge of tears. “Please,” I begged again, straining against his tight hold on my wrists. I was long past the point of embarrassment.
“I can’t. But I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, trailing his free hand down my torso to rest on my inner thigh. Giving it a light push so my legs were spread wider, he dragged his fingers over my hole, smearing my slick around. “You’re soaked.” He sounded in awe of that fact.
I gasped, my hips jerking, precum oozing out of the tip of my dick to pool onto my stomach. “Kieran.”
“You want this?” He asked lowly, the tip of one finger just barely pushing inside.
