Page 284 of Alpha Mates

“It’s not good?” I ask, and Julian tucks his lip between his teeth.

“I don’t like what you’re doing to me,” he confesses while his cheeks heat.

“Ilove it,” I admit while I try to contain my mounting lust. “I really, really love it.”

Slowly, I slide my hand up Julian’s thigh until it finds his cock again. I stroke him, only once, but he still whimpers. It’s a sound that shatters my resolve.

I tear his clothes from his body until he’s stark naked. He shudders under my gaze, closing his legs as if I don’t know the taste of every inch of him.

Goddess have mercy, I sound like a pervert.

I discard the thought as I flip him over and pull him up to his knees so that his ass is right in front of me. I groan low as I squeeze the mounds of muscle, kneading while he drags a pillow to him. He buries his moans there until I tug his arm back by his elbow. He glares at me over his shoulder as I claim his fingers.

“What are you doing?” he rasps as I slip his fingers between my lips, sucking them each in turn.

Julian’s eyes grow heavy as he watches me, his gaze lost until I pull his fingers free and line them up with his ass. His eyes dilate as understanding dawns, and then he turns beet-red.

With my eyes on his, I use his fingers to circle the tight rim before I help him push the first inside.

Julian huffs as he takes it, tensing only for a moment before it slips in, moving past the first knuckle.

Thighs trembling, he buries his face back into his pillow while I help him finger himself. It’s easy, slipping in quickly enough to make me wonder if he’s been playing with himself in secret. But Julian is too shy for that, too fucking innocent to do anything so obscene without my direction.

I watch as he works the finger in, slowly at first and then faster, pushing and prodding as he searches for his prostate. His hole swallows the digit greedily, taking it with such ease that I know he wants more.

I spit on his hole, and he immediately jerks forward, a soft, startled sound erupting from him that makes me do it again. He jerks again, hole clenching, andfuck me.

I draw his wrist back to press two of his fingertips against his hole. He sinks them in without prompt and moans as he fills himself. Between his legs, his precum ruins the sheets.

My mouth waters just looking at him—so fucking tempting—and I barely stop myself from having another taste. But no. I’ve got a better idea.

I tug back Julian’s other elbow, and he drops to his chest, just where I want him. His knuckles brush against his cock, and his balls immediately tighten in response.

I swallow, heart pounding in my ears.

It takes no words. No demands or instructions.

Julian wraps a shaking hand around his cock, like he’s ashamed of how much he wants this, and tugs once, hard.

“F-fuck,” he moans—and I’m right there with him.

“That’s it Jewels, let me see you,” I breathe as I watch him finger his hole and stroke himself.

Every thrust of his fingers matches the pump of his fist as he fucks himself with both hands. It’s hypnotic and dirty and perfect. And I know for a fact that I’ve never seen anything better.

I can watch him for hours. Forever, even. And I would, if I wasn’t already aching to take over.

I finally step off the bed, ripping my clothes off then fumbling in the nightstand for the lube. I dig through the drawer blindly, eyes never leaving him. He twists his wrist faster now, greedy, stroking desperately as he tries to get himself off. His fingers stutter over the tip, and then—fuck—he’s shaking again.

A broken sound escapes his lips, and it makes me forget all about things like mercy. I drop the lube on the bed and climb after it.

Lifting Julian’s hips, I slide onto my back between his knees, slotting myself under him before I guide him back down. I part my lips and my eyes roll before the head of his cock even slips between my lips.

“Oh—Goddess,” he stammers, moaning loudly, and I want more. “N-no!”

He wails, but his fingers never stop. Not his stroking, not his fucking. He’s close, so fucking close, and I want proof of how much he loves it on my tongue.

I groan, sending vibrations up his cock while I stroke myself in time. I’m almost there too, he’s flooding my senses, and that’s more than enough to get me there.