Mavi
He’s shaking.
This isn’t the performative kind I’ve seen from other Alphas who want to seem overwhelmed because they think it’s what I like. This is a man whose foundation just shifted and his body doesn’t know how to stand on the new ground yet. Sai is spread beneath me, six-foot-something of broad-shouldered, award-winning, bloodline perfection, and he’s looking up at me like I’m the only solid thing left in the universe.
My plan is ash. I need to admit that to myself at least, because if I don’t name it I’ll keep pretending I’m still running the game I walked in here with. Tease. Taste. Collect. Add one beautiful, obsessive Alpha to the collection and go home satisfied. That was the plan. It was a good plan. I’ve run it before and it has never failed.
But the plan didn’t account for this.
Sai’s eyes aren’t lustful or hungry. They’re trusting. Raw and unrehearsed and given without a single reservation to someone he’s known in person for less than an hour. He trusts me the way people trust gravity. Automatically. Completely. Like the alternative isn’t even a possibility his body is willing to consider.
The other thing I didn’t prepare for was realizing that this man has never been touched like this.
Whatever he’s done before, if anything, it wasn’t this. Nobody took their time with him. Nobody read his body. Nobody made him feel safe enough to shake. The sounds he made as I sucked him off were a genuine overwhelm from a man experiencing tenderness for the first time. The realization doesn’t make me feel powerful. It makes me feel responsible.
Slowly, I climb onto him, letting him feel the weight of me settling over him, the warmth, the full contact of skin against skin from chest to hip. His body heat is extraordinary. Alphas always run warm, but Sai is a furnace. I take his hands, which have been fisted at his sides like he’s afraid to reach for something he hasn’t been given permission to touch, and I place them where I want them. On my hips. Fingers spread.
“You don’t move until I say. Understand?”
He nods as hands tighten on my hips, the pressure both desperate and perfect. Undoing my robe, I let that fall behind us before rising up and inching myself onto his cock, letting mybody set the pace while I watch his face process every fraction of sensation.
He’s thick and hot, stretching me open in a way that makes my breath catch. My slick eases the way, but the burn is still there. I sink down until he’s buried to the hilt inside me, until I feel the blunt pressure of his knot against my rim and my walls flutter around the thick length of him.
Sai’s head tips back, a wrecked sound tearing out of him. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise and I love it. I love the way his abs clench, the way his thighs tremble beneath me, the way his cock throbs deep inside me like it’s trying to split me open.
I roll my hips once, experimenting, and his whole body jerks.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I smile down at him as I place my hands on his chest. “That’s it. Feel me. Just feel me.”
I start to ride him properly then, fucking myself on him so the thick head of his cock drags over that perfect spot inside me every single time. Each time I sink down I take him deeper, until the pressure of his knot is right there, teasing my rim, begging to pop inside. I keep him right on the edge of it, grinding down hard, circling my hips, clenching around him until his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open on a silent cry.
His hands stay exactly where I put them. He doesn’t thrust. He doesn’t take. He just holds on and lets me use him, his body a perfect, trembling instrument under mine. The obedience is so complete it makes my head spin. This massive Alpha, this controlled, rigid man who runs his entire life like a machine, is lying beneath me shaking and leaking and letting me set the pace.
I lean down to ride him harder, the wet, filthy sound of my slick-coated hole taking his cock filling the room. My own cockis hard and leaking against his stomach, leaving shiny streaks across his abs with every roll of my hips.
“You’re so fucking good,” I breathe against his mouth. “So deep inside me. You feel that? You feel how wet I am for you?”
He nods frantically, eyes glassy, lips parted. A broken “yes” falls out of him like a prayer.
I sit up again and fuck myself on him in earnest. My thighs burn. My hole flutters and clenches around his thickness. Every downward stroke pushes the head of his cock right against my sweet spot, stars exploding behind my eyes. Slick is pouring out of me now, coating his cock, his balls, dripping down onto the sheets in wet streaks.
I can’t remember a time when an Alpha just let me direct and fuck, Sai’s cock is perfect.
Sai’s head thrashes against the pillow, his hands bruising my hips. His cock is swelling inside me, the knot starting to catch on my rim with every stroke, and I know he’s close.
“Not yet,” I growl, slowing my pace until I’m barely moving, just grinding down in tight circles. “You don’t come until I say. Hold it for me.”
He whines, a real, desperate sound that goes straight to my cock but he holds. His whole body trembles with the effort, muscles locked, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
I ride him like that for long, torturous minutes until we’re both shaking and sweating and the room smells like sex and honey and sandalwood. Then I lean down, gently nibbling his bottom lip, and whisper against his mouth.
“Now, Alpha. Come for me. Fill me up.”
I slam down hard, taking his knot in one brutal motion. The stretch is exactly what I need, and the moment his knot locks inside me Sai comes with a shattered cry. Thick, hot pulses of cum flood me, so much that I can feel it spilling out around hisknot and running down my thighs. The pressure is devastating, my own orgasm crashing through me without warning, my cock spurting between us, painting his chest and stomach in long white streaks while my hole clenches and flutters around his knot.
I ride out both our orgasms, grinding down on his locked cock until we’re both spent and gasping and trembling.
