Page 10 of Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

One day I wanted to make love to Kingston, not just fuck him, but tonight was not that night. I wanted to plow into him. Seeing this confident man, father figure, and leader to his skateboarder crew, bent over the sofa, so ready for me, and willing to be vulnerable, was a hell of a turn-on.

I spread his ass cheeks wider, exposing his hole opening and closing, seeking my cock. Kingston looked over his shoulder at me, looking dazed from the rimming and fingering I gave him.

I smiled, and he huffed at me. “Stop staring at my ass and fuck me already.”

“But it’s a stunning ass.”

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide his smile before tucking his head away in his arms.

With my fingers prying his globes apart, I nudged the tip of my sheathed cock against his hole. Kingston pushed back, opening himself up, and bore down when I pressed further inside. I pulled out and sunk back in a couple of more times, and then I was fully seated.

“Fuck…” he ground out, his voice muffled in the cushions of his sofa.

I threw my head back and breathed through the tight heat and stimulation. It was the second time in my life I’d ever felt this, and I wanted many more with Kingston. “Yeah…”

“Let me adjust for a minute.”

“You got it. I need it, too.”

With a few deep breaths to calm my dick down, even through the damn condom, I asked, “Ready?”

“Go.”

Clawing his flesh, I pulled out and pushed back in again. His heat was fire around my cock, and his walls were smooth and tight. Perfection. Pure-fucking-perfection.

Needing more, I moved faster, sinking back into him harder. Each time I hit his hot button, Kingston grunted in pleasure.

I had to hold on to his hips to keep him from sliding forward too far. The more I pumped, the faster and harder I went, needing to chase my climax. I was desperate for it, but I also wasn’t ready for it to happen yet, needing him to stay wrapped around me for as long as possible.

“Jesus, King… your ass is fucking fantastic.”

“Use me… Harder. Faster,” he rasped.

I did as he asked, holding on to him for dear life, fingers digging into him hard enough to leave marks. Sweat gathered on my brow and down my back. The pressure went in waves from my cock to my groin and up my spine. I tingled with a need to release. It was there on the cusp, but fuck, I didn’t want to stop.

Kingston continued to grunt, mingled with whimpers, clawing at his sofa to keep from being pushed up so far by the amount of force I was using on him.

The sounds of pelvis slapping against ass, along with the arousing and musky scent of sex, filled the air around us.

When Kingston suddenly clamped down on me, I cried out as he forced the orgasm right out of me. My nuts tightened, and more blood shot straight to my dick. I froze for a flash as I came before the need to prolong my orgasm overcame me, thrusting hard, fast, and completely out of sync.

His ass milked the last bit of cum out of me, and before I could pass out on top of him, he needed his own release.

With a hammering heart and out of breath, I quickly pulled out, getting another groan from him. I yanked off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it onto the rug.

After helping Kingston upright, I turned him around to where he was sitting on the armrest. The look on his blissed-out face made me laugh.

“Do you want to cum, King?”

He tried to glare at the obviousness of his situation, but I smirked at him and dropped to my knees between his legs, fisting his length.

I swiped my tongue over his slit, lapping up the beads of pre-cum, which was slightly bitter with a sweet aftertaste. I was going to love finishing him off. He hadn’t let me last time.

When I swallowed him down to the root, Kingston’s hands instantly went to my hair, fisting clumps of it that had fallen out of my bun. He looked down at me with a furrowed brow, biting one side of his bottom lip.

I pulled back until only his tip was in my mouth, suckling on the sensitive head, using my tongue, before swallowing him down again.

“Fuck me… You should see your stretched mouth. So damn hot. Can you take more?”

I gave a slight nod, unable to do much else with his death grip.

Instead of me doing the work, he pulled my head forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, pushing down into my throat. I rested my hands on his thighs as I opened up and breathed through it to control the gag, but he pushed it so far that I couldn’t breathe at all, making my eyes water.

“Jesus…” he gasped, his eyes rolling into his head.

Soon, I pulled back to gasp some air before I worked along his length with my tongue and tight lips, hitting all those hot zones I loved myself.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, but I didn’t need it. I was ready, knowing he was close by the swelling and heating of his cock.

His grip on my hair tightened, and his body stiffened as his cum shot into my mouth. I caught it all on my tongue and swallowed it down at once .

Kingston’s fingers slipped out of my hair, and his body fell back onto the couch, his legs draped over the armrest with a heaving chest. “You’ve slayed me.”

I chuckled. “You’re not dead yet.”

He pulled himself back fully onto the couch, and I climbed on top of him. His arms wrapped around me and dragged his fingers along my cooling back as I nuzzled my nose into his throat, inhaling his lingering arousal and cologne. It was quickly becoming my favorite scent.

That was where I needed to be. Call me a romantic, but this was my favorite part about sex—just lying there with a numb, limp body, still struggling to breathe, touching each other lazily, saying nothing while enjoying the euphoria. It wasn’t easy to find a man who didn’t want to pack it up and leave right after, not that I had vast experience with men, but I knew how they could be sometimes.

“Okay, you can fuck me any time. That was just what the doctor ordered,” he said, his voice still hoarse.

“Same here. I like you both ways. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Kingston wiggled out from under me, and I tried not to be disappointed that he pulled away already. He padded into his kitchen, opened his fridge, and grabbed a water bottle, a pint of ice cream, and a spoon. Then he padded back to me.

I leaned against the armrest, stretching out my legs. Then he climbed on me, sitting between my knees. He wrapped his legs around my hips and handed me the water.

I opened it, took a large gulp, and gave it back. He took a sip, set the bottle on the table, and then opened the ice cream lid.

“Do you like chocolate? I know it’s rather basic, but chocolate never disappoints.”

“I love it.”

Kingston dug the spoon into the pint and pulled out a dollop, bringing it to my mouth. I took a bite as he dug in the ice cream for more, feeding himself.

Yeah, I liked this, too. We still touched each other, and he fed me. Yes, please.

“I like this,” he said, reading my mind and taking another bite before feeding me some more .

“Me, too.”

“Does that mean we can date more?”

I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around his hips, pressed my mouth to his lips, and kissed him, tasting the sweet chocolate on his tongue. “I’d really like that.”

“Good. Do you want to stay with me tonight? Or better yet, can you?”

“As much as I’d like nothing better, I shouldn’t. Hudson’s at home. Even though he’s sixteen, I still hate leaving him alone overnight.”

“That’s cool.”

“But I have time before I head back.”

After we finished the pint, Kingston set the empty container on the table, and we held each other on his couch, still naked and perfectly comfortable. That was what I liked most about him. We had this ease between us like we fit just right, and it didn’t require us to fill in the silence with chatter.

“So why do they call you Alpha? Wait… let me guess. Your Rejects called you that since you’re a natural-born leader.”

“I definitely wouldn’t have called myself that,” he chuckled. “That would make me a bit of an arrogant prick, don’t you think?”

I breathed a laugh. “Maybe a little.”

Kingston bumped me with his shoulder. “Hey, whose side are you on?”

“Yours, of course.”

“So, how did you get Omega as a nickname, hotshot?”

I shrugged. “Some friends thought it was cute because I’m a bit introverted and do my own thing. Maybe I’ve turned down invites one too many times. Life’s too short, you know? After Ava, my ex, left, life was a whirlwind. I quickly learned to pick my battles, especially with Hudson, and prioritize what I could control.”

Kingston stretched his legs on top of my thighs, and I ran my hand through the dark blond hair dusting his shins. “I wish I could do that. It seems I take on so much… too much.” He rested his head on the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “And shit keeps happening to my crew.”

“Like how?” I asked.

He sighed and ran a hand through his long blond bangs. “First, there’s my foster brother, Tony. He got in a motorcycle accident late last year, drunk driving. He doesn’t have insurance since he’s only a server, so I had to help with medical expenses. Then one of my employees, Stone, got hurt. We had a hate crime at the bar that same fucking night, and they beat him pretty badly, so that’s on my dime. My worker’s comp insurance went up because of it. Then earlier this year, Nacho, one of my servers, got hit by a car. He and my bartender, Pippin, live together and don’t have any insurance, so I took that on, too…”

That explained why his bar had been struggling. It wasn’t mismanagement; Kingston was taking care of everyone and carrying the financial burden. He was so empathetic, endearing, and heartening, but sometimes, you couldn’t take everything on. The thought crossed my mind to see if he’d be interested in some sort of merger again, but I shut it down.

I helped him sit back up, cupped his face, and pulled him into a kiss. “You’re an amazing human, King. I’m glad to know you.”

I smirked when his face pinked. “It’s not that big of a deal. They’re fam.”

“You can downplay it all you want. You’re still amazing.”

I reluctantly pried myself away and stood to gather my clothes. It was time I headed back.

“So… tell me who takes care of Alpha when he’s busy taking care of everyone else?” I asked, picking my underwear off the floor and pulling them on. Kingston did the same.

His smile was humble and shy. While he came across as confident, he wasn’t cocky. It made me like him even more. “Meh, I’m fine… or I will be. I’ve had worse humps in my life.”

I pulled on my shirt and buttoned it up before I stepped up to him and pulled him against me. “You know, you don’t have to take it all on.”

“Don’t you? With your son?”

“I do. But I also know when to delegate, especially at work. Also, Hudson helps where he can.”

“I can delegate.”

Suddenly, he laughed and pulled on his jeans, leaving his shirt off.

“What’s funny?” I asked, smiling with him.

“I told Nacho the same thing you’re telling me. Pippin, his boyfriend, and former foster brother live together, and Nacho did everything for Pip. Pip has some… mental issues. Nacho had run himself ragged, taking care of him. ”

“Well, perhaps it’s time you took your own advice.”

Kingston’s smile was crooked as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Yeah? And who’s gonna take care of me? You?”

I smiled back. “Maybe. It could be.” I pulled away and winked. “But we’re still a bit early for that yet. Anyway, I’ve got to jam. Hudson’s waiting for me.”

We kissed for a while, and when it grew heated, I itched to stay with him. Maybe next time.

“See you next Wednesday again?”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Night, Harl.”

“Night, King.”