I’d fucked alphas before, and they’d fucked me. But I didn’t remember ever kissing one. With Terrance, it felt like a matter of course—the natural next step.
He opened his mouth for my tongue and twisted his torso so he could wrap his arms around me.
Sweet heaven and hell.
How he moaned when our tongues slid against each other! Desperate and needy.
When he pushed me down on the bed with the full force of his shifter strength and lay on top of me, I was hard and throbbing. I pushed back to test his determination, and he growled, tongue-fucking my mouth. He pinned my wrists to the mattress and gave me his full weight while he sucked and bit and licked into my mouth like he’d die of thirst if we stopped kissing.
He was perfect.
When he tore off, he was panting and humping me, our dicks sliding against each other.
“Jerk us off together,” I said. “Lube is in the upper drawer to the left.”
Letting go of my wrists, he reached for the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He knelt between my spread thighs and poured a generous amount on his palm and mine. Then we wrapped our hands around both our cocks.
“Yeah. You’re amazing, Terry. I love the feeling of your hard dick against mine.”
“I won’t last,” he warned.
“Me neither.”
He stared into my face for the entire time. When he started coming, he squeezed his eyes shut. His cum bubbled up gently at first then spurted and splattered on my chest. He watched avidly again when I scooped the dollops of cum off my skin and licked my fingers.
On a low growl, he pinned my hands back to the bed and lowered himself to lick my stomach. He ate the cum off my chest and kissed me.
Around that time, I grew afraid.
Was it because we were both shifters? I’d never felt like this with anyone before. I’d never experienced this all-consuming lust, this desire so strong I had to have more, no compromises allowed.
When his grip on my hands loosened, I rolled to my side and hugged him to me. Our kisses slowed and gentled. Pulling away, I scanned his features. He was flushed but looked a little tired now. He probably hadn’t slept much.
The fear in his eyes mirrored mine.
Something strange was happening.
I had no idea what it was. I just couldn’t stop touching him.
TERRANCE
I’d thrown my entire career into the wind. Poof. Just like that. Because of Lothair Courtemanche. Or, more specifically, because of his dick.
The shape of it, the feeling of it pressing against the underside of mine. The impeccable, inimitable taste of his cum. Having the arrogant fucker on his knees, choking on my erection, was a dizzying rush.
Then he’d kissed me, and it had felt like flying.
Was I into alphas now? I could always appreciate them aesthetically. But with Lothair, the desire was real and disturbingly powerful. Having my fingers up his tiny, dry hole… I imagined forcing my cock inside him, the resistance of his body, the tight clench of muscle…
And now he was looking at me like that. As if what we were doing mattered. As if I mattered. But that couldn’t be true.
It was simply lust.
Did I let him ruin my perfectly organized life because of lust? What the fuck had he done to me?
“Let’s go swimming,” he said, hopping off the bed. “I just need to brush my teeth and take a piss.”
In classic Lothair fashion, he ran from one activity to another.
