Page 33 of Galaxy Between Us

“You know what I’m asking, Ari,” Knox grumbles, squeezing me tighter.

This time, I lift my head enough to face him when I respond.

“We’re coworkers, Knox. We work together.”

The Alpha scowls, possessiveness filling his gaze as his grip on me tightens to something almost painful. I haven’t seen him this close to losing control since we were kids. It should be scarier now that he’s much bigger and stronger, but I find myself shuddering against him inappropriately.

“Is that all you do together? I’ve seen him walk down to your wing.”

I groan with agitation, turning my head away, but Knox catches my chin and pulls me back, making my breath hitch. What is it about this Alpha that makes me so weak?

I open my mouth to respond, to tell him that at the end of the day Brock is a Beta and my anatomy just doesn’t crave him the same, but my eyes fall to Knox’s mouth and my cheeks burn hot. The scent of my slick fills the confined space, turned on by his assertiveness.

He knows. He fucking knows I only want him. What use is a conversation? It’s no secret what I came up to his office for.

A smug look of recognition fills his gaze and then his lips are on mine. It happens fast and greedy the way we latch onto each other, overdue for our daily wild sex. I swing my leg over to straddle his lap as his tongue pries its way into my mouth, sharing each ragged breath. It’s impossible to even pretend I could have feelings for anyone other than him. And he knows that.

“Knox!” I moan his name, tossing my head back as he sucks my jaw and neck in a way that I’m sure will leave bruises.

His hands pause from groping me to frantically undo the button and zipper on his dress pants. I watch impatiently, rocking against his clothed erection as it stiffens fast. Small gasps of appreciation escape my lips as I eat up the sight of his massive dick flopping free. There’s something so hot about the way he exceeds in everything. Brock doesn’t even compare.

Holy hell. How can one man be so perfect? A cock like that should be worshiped. Praised. To think that my teenage years could’ve been a hell of a lot more fun if we’d stuck together.

Taking it into my hand, I gently tug the warm weight of it, stroking slowly as it twitches and grows. While I play with it, Knox groans and feels me up, tangling his rough hand in the back of my hair as he kisses me with force. Eventually he frees my own hard-on. Once we’re both deviously exposed, I grind my hips forward to press our erections together. My eyes roll at the sensation and I move faster, chasing that wonderful friction that sends electric currents through my body.

“Such a good Omega. So fucking gorgeous,” Knox whispers against my skin as we rock together.

I moan into the small room as he wraps his large hands around us and begins jerking us in time with my thrusts. His leaking cock lubricates mine, pushing me to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” I cry out, unable to handle what a tantalizing Alpha he’s become. As much as I’ve been dying to take my time with him, sex hasn’t lasted longer than five minutes between us since we began fucking.

“Cum with me, Ari. Ready?” Knox says with a husky voice, stroking us faster and squeezing tighter.

“Ahh, fuck, Knox! I’m ready!”

“Look at me,” he demands and my eyelids shoot open.

Our lustful gazes merge sending me soaring on a wave of bliss as my orgasm surfaces. It feels so intimate and meant to be, and I can tell just by staring into his cognac diamond irises as he groans and shudders against me, that he feels the same. Shooting our loads, his hand continues to slide our mixed release over both our pulsing dicks, adding to the filthy pleasure.

It feels too good to stop. Too good to silence our shuddering moans or care about the camera in the corner.

Once our heartbeats slow to a less urgent rhythm, we use Knox’s jacket to clean the mess between us, leaving him in just a crisp, white top. I bite my lip, trying not to ogle his broad chest as we situate ourselves. Of course, he catches me and smirks while zipping up his pants.

“Remember when we were twelve,” Knox rumbles, sounding a bit tired after the amount of energy that grinding session drew from us, “and you had those black shorts with the white stripes on the side.”

I stand, attempting to situate my hair and clothes by using my blurry reflection in the silver wall of the elevator.

“Yeah. I think I remember. What about them?”

Knox comes up behind me, pressing against my back and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“They were so short. It was the first time I’d really seen your legs, and...you looked hot in them, but I didn’t know how to handle those feelings at the time,” he confesses and my heart warms.

“Well, you must’ve bottled them up tightly. I would’ve never guessed,” I mutter, not remembering Knox’s reaction from a single time that I wore those shorts. He’s always been respectful of me as an Omega. I raised him well.

“Have you ever had feelings like that? For me, I mean?”

I tilt my head back on his shoulder, cozy in his embrace while I try to think. There was one time I’d watched him and our old friend Chet playing catch in the yard with their shirts off. The way Knox’s biceps contracted and relaxed, rippling with new muscles of a developing Alpha. I began to squirm in the grass, and a sensation of wetness began to form around my hole. I assumed it was more about my own growing body rather than who caused it, but looking back, I can see how Knox may have triggered my Omega senses.