Page 135 of Alpha Mates

Well, I guess it was a miracle we’d made it this long in such a tiny space together. I’ve waited this long for my surprise, what’s a little longer?

Slowly, I lower my hands, returning the right to Julian’s leg. Only this time I slide it higher, up his thigh and between his legs, until my fingers trace over the outline of his hardening cock. He sucks in a breath, and I groan as his scent sweetens with his arousal.

I reach for him, but Julian’s already climbing over the gearshift. Blindly, I slide my hands over his hips, but he slips right through, sliding down between my legs and onto the car floor.

“Julian?” I pant as blood rushes into my ears. “Wha—what are you doing?”

I glance around like I can make sure no one is watching, but the blindfold is still there, leaving only Julian, his scent, and his touch. Deft fingers undo the button at my waist, and my heart leaps.

Someone could be looking at me right now.

I shudder as I grip Julian’s shoulder and try to look somewhat normal.

“Lift your hips,” he instructs, and I obey, lifting enough for him to tug my pants and underwear down my thighs.

“Julian—”

“Just sit back …” he whispers, and the low heat in his voice makes me clutch at the grab handle above me. “… and enjoy.”

“Holy shit!” I blurt as Julian wraps his lips around my head and takes me in his mouth.

My fingers dig into the armrest as I shift back in the seat, but Julian follows after me, sucking softly as he takes me another inch, a firm grip around my base.

“Shit, Julian.” His tongue slides along the underside of my cock, and pleasure goes straight to my core. And I know there is zero chance of looking normal in here.

He manages half of me before he chokes a little and pulls back. I hear him pant and swallow, and I try not to come on the spot before he tries again. He returns with warm lips and eager licks around my tip that have me moaning as my precum leaks all over his tongue.

My hands find his hair, and I hold on tight while he sucks my cock between those fucking amazing lips.

“Jewels,” I moan when he drags his tongue up my length from base to tip, where he lingers. He licks in, and moans while he circles the most sensitive part of me. My eyes roll behind the cloth as he laps at the slit.He goes back down on me. I arch, thrusting in, and Julian takes it.

“Fuckyes, Julian,” I groan, and Julian takes that as encouragement, tightening his lips as he picks up the pace. My next moan is a strangled thing, worsening when he digs his fingers into my thighs, drawing me deeper.

It’s overwhelming, so much fucking pleasure, driving me out of my mind. Tugging me towards the edge when I don’t want this to ever end.

Pulling back with a gasp, Julian grants us both a moment to breathe. But only a moment. “Hold this,” he growls, yanking my shirt up. He presses it against my lips, giving me no other choice but to bite down. His mouth finds my cock again, but now his hands roam chest.

“Mhfm!” I moan as I jerk with each touch, twitching between his lips. He hums his approval, flicking my nipples before tugging them between his fingers, and suddenly I understand why this gets him off. It’s like there’s a string between my nipples and my balls, each tug making me quiver and shake. It’s almost too much, and when one of his hands slips to my balls, it is definitely too much.

“Hmh! Jmewlss!” I ground out through the fabric when he frees my cock to suck one into his mouth, stroking me while he does, and I can’t fucking breathe.

I thrust up into the touch, and he groans around my balls. I can feel the blindfold shifting, but I hardly register the light against my eyelids as I slide my cock in and out of those perfect lips. I’m so close, I’m twitching all over, and then shaking when Julian replaces those hands with his mouth.

It’s enough, more than enough, and I’m panting like a fucking marathon runner as my orgasm rushes up inside of me. The blindfold slips another inch; I blink my eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight and the parking lot in front of me before I look down.

Good Goddess, take me now.

On his knees and nestled between my legs, Julian stares up at me with wet, heavy blue eyes filled with so much hunger that it sends goosebumps down my back. But it’s his lips—those stretched pink lips working my cock like it’s all he ever needs—that do it for me.

I stare at them, barely breathing, and then my gaze drops to his fist.

He’s touching himself. Hand between his legs, he’s jerking himself off, hips moving with the little room he has as he sucks me off.

It’s my end. I come.

My balls draw tight, and I moan as I watch myself spill into his mouth.

Julian’s eyes grow wide, but he doesn’t pull off. He swallows as much as he can, even as he chokes. He keeps sucking my cock, and then he’s coming too, shuddering his own release.