“Rodney. I have to tell you something, because once we start actually having sex, I have a feeling I’m going to end up saying it and I want you to hear it when I’m feeling like myself. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “You can tell me anything.”
Gayle growls against the back of my neck, thrusting against me. I lift my top leg, guiding his cock between my thighs before closing them again. He pushes against me, his cock rubbing over my slick folds and pushing against my dick. Fuck, that feels so good.
“Oh gods,” he says, “you’re making talking very difficult.”
“I want to make you feel good. Now tell me what you want to tell me, Gayle.”
Gayle whimpers. “I want you to know that I care about you, Rodney. I appreciate you being here and spending my rut with me,” he says, nipping at the back of my shoulder. I reach between my legs, cupping myself so that I can push Gayle harder against my dick. I’m fucking throbbing against him. “I am going to cover you in my marks and my cum. You’re going to smell like mine.”
“I want that,” I breathe out, pleasure warming at the pit of my stomach as Gayle’s cock rocks against my own. Gods, I don’tthink I’ve ever gotten so wet so quickly before. “I want to be yours, Gayle.”
Gayle’s body freezes. He rests his forehead against me. “Don’t say that unless you mean it, Rodney. If I hear that, I might not be able to stop myself from biting you.”
I lick my lips, trying to swallow around the lump inside my throat. “I know it’s fast,” I start to say, my voice breaking. “But I don’t care. I want to be yours, Gayle.”
“I love you.”
“No fucking way,” I say with a gasp, unable to stop myself. I pull away from Gayle’s cock and flip over so I can see him. “Really?”
“Yes,” he says, his eyes shining. “I love you, Rodney.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe out, my chest bursting with affection. “I love you too.”
Gayle smiles so wide and this time, he doesn’t try to cover it up. I surge forward, catching his lips in a fierce kiss. Very quickly, things turn from soft to heated. He’s rocking against me once more, his cock hard and drooling precum between us.
“Can I ride you?”
“Fuck,” Gayle hisses out and I can feel his dick twitch against my stomach. “Yes. I’d love that. Can I finger you first?”
“Yeah, of course. How about we--” my voice cuts off as I rearrange us so that I’m straddling Gayle’s face, facing his cock.
There isn’t a moment of hesitation before Gayle is pushing his fingers into me, the sound wet and sloppy. My cheeks heat but the broken moan that Gayle makes forces my embarrassment away. He’s so into this, so intome.
I touch Gayle’s cock. His dick is so pretty, just like the rest of him. Exploring, I run my fingers over the sheath just to hear him groan in pleasure, knowing it’s sensitive. I wrap my hand around the base, squeezing where his knot will pop. Then I dive down, licking over the head so I can taste his precum.
Gods, I’m already so worked up. Gayle’s fingers pump in and out of me, pressing deep and stretching me wide.
Gayle pulls me down lower and a moment later, I feel his tongue on my ass. Oh gods. With him fingering me and eating my ass, my orgasm comes rushing towards me, pleasure making my entire body tense. I reach a hand under myself, touching my dick. It only takes a few swipes before I’m tensing up around Gayle’s fingers. I come with a cry, my dick pulsing, my body shaking. I rest my forehead against his thigh, trying to come down from my high.
“Okay, okay,” I tell him with a grumble, pulling my hips away from his face. “Stop. Need a second, babe.”
Gayle pulls his fingers out of me but his mouth doesn’t stop. Instead of eating my ass, he starts biting the backs of my thighs. He bites and nips and sucks. I know I’ll have giant bruises against my thighs. I won’t be able to sit without thinking about my alpha.
Fuck, why is that so hot?
I reach back, flicking the middle of Gayle’s forehead. That finally makes him stop but not without giving me a huff.
“You want me to ride you or not?”
“Yes, please,” he says, going back to the sweet alpha I know and love. I can’t help but smile as I flip around, straddling his lap.
I’m so wet that the inside of my thighs are soaked. I sit so that Gayle’s cock is pinned against his stomach. I grind against him just a few times, giving myself time to get over my orgasm and catch my breath. It feels good, just grinding against each other, my dick still fluttering with pleasure.
I run my fingers over his chest, caressing the black ink there. A set of wings, stretches across his scars. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.
“Rodney,” Gayle gasps out, staring up at me with wide eyes. His cheeks are bright red, his lips shiny with his own spit. Gods, he’s never been prettier.
