Page 17 of Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

The late August evening was hot, but the breeze helped keep things cool. I wore shorts and a tank top, and Kingston was similarly dressed. We sat on a blanket in the grass, listening to José González strum his guitar and sing melodious notes. I wasn’t as familiar with the singer as Alpha was, and honestly, I was surprised he liked something so mellow. He seemed more like a rocker.

We’d been dating for nearly three months now, minus the week-long breakup, and things couldn’t have been more perfect between us. And the sex between us had been hot. We tried to find a way to touch each other as often as possible. Despite how busy we could be, we always managed to find time for each other.

I’d brought a picnic basket with us, crammed with fresh fruits, olives, cheeses, toasted bread, crackers, and nuts. Unfortunately, we had to buy alcohol at the venue, which wasn’t nearly as good as what I would’ve brought.

I could’ve gotten us closer to the stage with seats, but I thought Kingston would prefer the chill vibe of sitting on the grassy hill.

He kept his legs spread on the blanket and one hand resting behind him as I sat between his thighs, leaning back onto his chest.

Kingston popped a grape into his mouth, then brought one to mine. I took it between my teeth and bit down on it, a burst of sweetness hitting my tongue.

“Man, this is nice. I haven’t been this chill since… Honestly, I can’t remember when. I’m always fucking stressed lately,” he said. “Thanks for this.”

I craned my head back to look at him, and he leaned forward to kiss me.

“I’m just glad you forgave me.”

“No more of that. We’re way past that.”

“I know, but I still cringe now and again.”

He tugged on my man bun. “Shut it. I’m fucking happy to have you in my life, Chef. Despite all the shit happening around me, you keep me grounded with your patience and kindness. I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. We’ll have hiccups again, and we’ll push through them.”

My feelings for Kingston had been strong lately and grew even more so with his words. I was definitely falling for him. I needed to make sure to get it right because I wanted him in my life for good.

He finished his wine, sat up, and wrapped his arms around my front, pressing kisses on the side of my throat and freckled shoulder. “Thanks for putting up your hair and giving me free access to your delicious skin.”

“That was my plan all along.”

“I thought so.”

His fingers slid up inside my shirt, and he palmed my abs. The brushing of his lips against the shell of my ear sent waves of chills across my body, despite the heat.

“Maybe you should stop. I don’t want to shock the concertgoers with a hard-on,” I chuckled.

“Sexy shocks are good for the soul.”

I chuckled. “I’m not ready for that sort of exposure. ”

“You’re no fun, Harley.”

I looked back at him and raised a brow. “Oh, then come home with me tonight. I’ll show you how fun I am.”

“What about Hudson?”

“He’s staying with Oliver again. I don’t know whether I love or hate the fact that he’s giving me space for sex. It feels weird.”

“Well, he’s growing up. I’m sure he understands about needs and loneliness. He loves you, too, and wants to see you happy.”

“I know he does.” Hudson was also probably trying to spend as much time with Oliver as possible.

He hadn’t met Kingston yet. I’d been holding back, not that I didn’t adore or trust Kingston, but I just worried about Hudson. Regardless, it was time for them to meet.

When the concert wrapped up, we shoved everything back into the picnic basket and folded the blanket. The walk took a while, fighting the crowd, and it took another hour to get out of the parking lot.

It was close to midnight when we finally reached my house. Kingston parked his car, and as soon as we were inside with the door locked, we dropped everything as he pushed me against the wall and kissed the hell out of me. He forcefully shoved his tongue into my mouth, and we fought for control, tugging at clothes, hair, and skin.

I didn’t know how we managed to get into the kitchen with missing shirts. Kingston pushed me face-forward against the counter, pressing his hand at my back so I didn’t move.

“Stay.”

I huffed, but held still. His fingers reached around me, undid my shorts, and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my underwear.

“Don’t move,” he said when he pulled away.

I kicked off my clothes and craned my neck to watch him get naked before digging into my pantry. I didn’t bother asking what he was doing, already knowing the answer.

Was it wrong to be having sexual fun in my kitchen, where I spend a lot of time with Hudson? God, I tried not to think about it.

Focus, Harley .

“A-ha! Here we go. Do you want Nutella or Tabasco ?

“W-what?” I looked back at him wide-eyed as my jaw dropped.

Kingston snorted a laugh. “I’m kidding. Well, not about the Nutella . Now hold still. I’m in the mood for dessert.”

He then rummaged around for silverware, pulling open random drawers. “It’s the right-hand drawer next to the dishwasher,” I said.

He pulled out a spoon, opened the jar, and scooped up a blob of chocolate spread before he dropped to his knees behind me.

Well, this would be a first for me. I’ve used food during sex, being a chef and all, but I hadn’t had it spread over my hole before.

“Yummy,” Kingston growled. “Nutella and your ass… two of my most favorite things. Talk about ‘ gourmet .’”

“God, you did not just say that.”

“You know I did, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he chuckled.

The sensation of having chocolate spread over me was… odd. But when Kingston spread my cheeks and ran his tongue across my hole, slowly lapping it up, I melted against the counter. He licked, sucked, and nipped all over like I was an ice cream cone. The slurping sounds and his groans, along with the relaxing yet arousing sensation, had me whimpering.

Eventually, I grew so relaxed he was able to penetrate me with his tongue. I kept my arms spread at my sides, and my body was pressed flat against the counter while my cock was swollen and beading pre-cum. It pulsed with the need for friction, but I couldn’t be bothered to move. I was too in love with Kingston’s magical tongue.

A sudden stinging bite on my ass cheek brought me back to reality.

“How do you feel?” he said, his tone teasing.

“I think I’m fused to my countertop.”

His chuckle was low and rumbling as his hand snaked around my throat and lifted me against him. “Are you ready to be fucked into oblivion?” he asked in my ear before nipping my earlobe, his breath smelling of chocolate and hazelnut.

I nodded dumbly.

“I got most of the chocolate, but let me wipe you clean. ”

Kingston grabbed some paper towels, dampened them in the sink, and then gently cleaned around my ass. Then he pressed his body against mine, all warm, hard, and comforting, threading his fingers through mine splayed on the counters.

“I thought about just fucking you, but you know what I’d rather do?”

“What?”

“Make love. Usually, we have rough sex, but I also want it soft with you.”

God, Kingston played right into my romantic heart. I loved raw fucking, too, but we rarely made love where we faced each other and made out like a couple of stupid teens.

“I’d actually like that.”

He said nothing as he stood straight and lifted me upright. He took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom.

We kissed and fumbled in the dark until we fell into my bed. His tongue still tasted like sweetened chocolate and hazelnut. Our hands explored our prickled skin, touching everywhere but where we wanted it the most.

Kingston eased me onto my back, resting his arms on either side of my head and looking down at me. “You’re so beautiful, Harl.”

My breath caught, and my stomach dipped at his words. Then my eyes shuttered closed as he peppered my face and throat with kisses, working his way down my body.

“I especially love all this hair. I could bury my face in it all day. It’s so fucking soft,” he said, pressing his face into my chest hair.

Kingston worked his way down my body, kissing, licking, and nipping much as he’d done to my ass earlier. He lay his body down between my legs and ran his long fingers through my chest hair, kissing next to my navel. “But right here? This spot next to your belly button? It’s free of hair, and the skin is so soft.”

I melded into my mattress, fully at ease and comfortable, feeling him all over me, worshiping my body. His words reverberated deep inside me. I felt loved, though I knew Kingston wasn’t there yet.

He gave me one quick swipe of his tongue along my length. If I thought he was going to suck me down, I was sorely mistaken. I may or may not have whined .

His laugh was low as he reached over me to open the nightstand drawer to pull out some lube. We no longer used condoms since we’d recently been tested and were both in the clear.

Hovering above me, he smiled down at me. “Would you rather be inside me?”

“I wouldn’t usually turn that down. There’s something hot about owning Kingston McLaren, but I think I’d like you inside me tonight.”

“Good, because I was hoping to own Harley Creed.”

Kingston poured a generous amount of lube into his hand, set the bottle down, and rubbed his hands together before lubing up my cock, and then his.

His fingers pressed against my pucker, but I stopped him by grabbing his wrist. “I’m good. You literally ate me out for a good fifteen minutes. Just lube me up and go.”

“As you wish.”

He ran his oily fingers around the ring of muscle and lined up the tip of his cock, easing it in. I opened myself up and bore down as he sunk right into me. It burned and stretched a little, but I breathed through it, digging my fingers into his biceps.

Once he was fully seated, I let out a long exhale.

“You good, Chef?”

“I’m more than good, Skaterboy .”

Kingston smirked as he leaned down and kissed me. “I like that.”

Soon, we got serious as he pulled out and slid back into me, taking his time with the buildup while we continued to kiss and touch each other.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of feeling you without a condom on. You’re the first, you know.”

“First to have sex without a condom?”

He nodded. “Yep, I never stuck around long enough to care. I just never found that person… until now.”

With that, Kingston picked up speed, rolling his hips and breathing faster. My fingers pressed into the firm flesh of his hips, and I closed my eyes to feel him pump into me. Every once in a while, he would shift and move until he hit my prostate, but only enough to tease and prolong our moment .

We didn’t say much to each other. There was no dirty talk. Only our breathing and groans were the arousing music surrounding us. I inhaled his spicy scent, mingled with a hint of cigarettes. And I felt him all over my sensitive skin.

His hand suddenly gripped my jaw tight enough to make me open my eyes. “Look at me.”

I stared up into his turquoise eyes, dilated to almost black as he thrust in and out. Sweat gathered on his forehead, making his bangs wet. A couple of droplets fell onto my face, but I didn’t care.

“Make yourself come,” he ordered.

I grabbed my lubed dick at the base and moved my hand languidly over my length.

“Faster. I’m really trying to hold out right now.”

I did as I was ordered, pumping my cock faster, squeezing, twisting, and swiping over the sensitive head. I never took my eyes off him, his thick, blond brow furrowed, watching my every expression.

“That’s it. Squeeze me.”

I intentionally clenched around him, and he hissed. “Fuck… Do that again.”

I did and moved my hand faster, gliding with ease over the smooth skin of my cock.

Our breathing grew louder. My heart rate skyrocketed as the pressure tingled around me, growing and spreading throughout my body and along my spine with promises of pleasure.

Kingston also picked up speed, jaw clenched, holding back his orgasm until my release. He found that sweet spot again, and when I cried out, he hit it over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore. My back arched, and I threw back my head as I shot my load onto my stomach and chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I heaved and rasped.

“Oh, god…” Kingston hissed as hot jets of cum spilled into me.

I finished milking myself and lay there as he pounded into me, pulling out the last of his orgasm before falling on top of me, covered in now-cold cum .

His body was heavy, and I wrapped my arms around it, trailing fingers along his sweaty back as our breathing and heart rates calmed. I was completely numb, and no doubt Kingston was, too.

He nuzzled his face in my throat and fingered my hair, pressing lazy kisses on my beating jugular. Now his spicy scent was mingled with our musky cum and a little sweat.

His softening cock slid out of me, along with some cum. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to move, entirely too content holding Kingston.

“We need a shower, but I don’t feel like moving,” he mumbled.

I laughed quietly. “You’re reading my mind again.”

“Well, that’s a cool superpower to have.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

Kingston’s fingers twirled in my hair, making me drowsy, but before I could fall asleep, he pried his body off mine, sticking to each other a little before standing and reaching for my hand. “We better bathe before we’re glued together for the night.”

I said nothing as I grabbed his hand and followed him into my bathroom.