Page 39 of Rescued by the Alpha

As if sensing his crisis, Nic stopped tormenting him with his tongue and sat back on his heels.

He caressed Elam’s skin with his work-roughened palms, bringing his nerves alive, taunting him with unfulfilled sensation.

Nic’s voice rumbled out low and thick, “Grab the lube. You’ll need it.”

Elam swallowed hard, nodding as he searched along the bed with his fingers for the tube Nic had discarded there, unable to tear his gaze from Nic’s smoldering eyes.

“Now, Elam. Don’t tease me.” Elam finally located the slick then offered it to his lover. One corner of Nic’s mouth curled up in a smile. “I’d rather watch you do it.”

Tiny beads of sweat broke out on Elam’s forehead as he flushed all over, the visual of Nic’s demand tightening his balls and almost sending him spiraling out of control again.

“Yes, Alpha.”

As far as Elam was concerned, Nic could have control of his body, could order him to do whatever he wished. Elam trusted in the power of their union.

After lying back against the pillows, Elam squeezed a generous portion of the clear liquid onto his fingers, careful to keep it from dripping onto the covers. Without breaking eye contact, Elam reached under his thigh, lifting his leg back as he probed his entrance. He sighed as the cool lube touched his skin, biting his lip as he pushed past the tight opening of his body, his finger surrounded by his own inner heat.

“That’s it,” Nic inched closer. “Deeper. Add another one and fuck yourself with them. Show me how you like it.”

Elam gasped as he pushed farther in, stretching his rim with the addition of another digit. He thrust his hips, picking up a steady rhythm of fucking himself, the heat of Nic’s gaze driving him on.

Elam let out a strangled cry the moment Nic went down on him then proceeded to suck his cock with long pulls and flicks of his tongue on his glans.

Elam pumped his fingers in his passage harder, keeping pace with Nic’s enthusiastic blow job.

Right as sparks gathered at the base of his spine, ready to shoot up and out of him, Nic pulled off and grabbed the base of Elam’s dick, holding it in a tight grip. Elam gasped, gulping air as he barely averted an explosive climax. Nic was driving him crazy.

“Please… You can’t keep cutting me off like that.”

Nic chuckled. “Oh, I think I could.” He let Elam go and scooted up until he was in kissing range. “But not tonight. Need inside you too much.”

Thank God. He’s killing me over here.

Elam removed his fingers then lay back, waiting for Nic to take what he wanted. Nic’s sly grin returned.

“Oh no, not like that. I still want you to fuck yourself, but this time, I want it to be on my cock.”

Nic crushed their lips together and pushed his tongue into Elam’s mouth, tilting his head at different angles as he deepened the kiss, stealing Elam’s air, making him dizzy with the force of it.

Nic broke the connection then sat back, placing his hands behind his head while his hard prick jerked against his abdomen.

“Come on. Have a seat.”

A laugh burst out of Elam, but Nic’s comment did nothing to stem his desire. He’d been teased long enough that all he wanted was relief. After pouring more lube into his palm, Elam grasped Nic’s heated erection, slathering the liquid over his generous length, working in a few twists on the head and pressing his thumb against the slit. The muscles of Nic’s jaw ticked and he grabbed Elam’s wrist, stilling him.

“That’s enough, naughty boy. I want your tight little ass wrapped around my cock now.”

Deciding he didn’t want to wait anymore either, Elam rose up on his knees and straddled Nic’s hips. Nic held him steady at his waist, his thumbs rubbing Elam’s hips as his gaze bore into Elam and making him weak with desire once again.

Elam reached behind himself, pulling one butt cheek aside and impaled himself on Nic’s thick rod. His hole stretched to accommodate Nic’s girth, the burn soon morphing into a nameless pleasure.

Elam sank lower, his body accepting every inch of Nic. Once he was flush to Nic’s body, the bristly hairs of Nic’s groin scraping against his ass, Elam sighed, his mate satisfying Elam’s yearning to be filled in a way no other had.

Elam opened his eyes and met Nic’s, the love there clearer than ever. He moved, lifting his body, sliding on and off Nic’s cock again and again. Their breaths came out in short pants as they fucked in unison. Nic dug his thumbs into Elam’s side, his face twisting in ecstasy as they both chased their orgasms together. Elam angled back, crying out as the head of Nic’s cock slid over his gland, jolting him with sparks of pleasure.

Nic grabbed him by the nape and yanked them together, their lips colliding as they tangled their tongues with each of them trying to steal control of the exchange. A fine sheen of sweat built where their skin met as Elam’s completion hovered close. Nic slammed up in him over and over, and right as Elam reached the point of no return, he clamped down on Nic’s cock, and released on a cry, yelling Nic’s name. Nic froze, his prick knotting and holding him in place as he pumped his seed into Elam’s passage, branding him from the inside.

They remained locked in the aftermath of their desperate rutting, both trying to catch their breath as they came down from the intensity of their joining. Elam collapsed against Nic’s chest.