Page 5 of Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

It only took about five convenient minutes to get to Harley’s house. I climbed off his bike and handed him his helmet as I looked up at the old townhome, made from clapboard painted pale blue with a white trim and cute yellow door.

“Looks old,” I said.

“Yep, it was built back in the 1850s. I got lucky when I stumbled upon the old place. I didn’t have much money at the time, but it was a foreclosure, so I got it cheap. The house needed tons of work, but I’m happy with how it turned out. While it’s not large, it has so much character.”

“The old homes always do.”

“There’s even a little courtyard in the back that I cleaned up to grow some vegetables and herbs.” He huffed a laugh. “I sound like a nerd, don’t I?”

“You sound passionate about something you love. Nothing nerdy about that.”

He mumbled an embarrassed, ‘ Thanks .’

When Harley stepped up to the front door to unlock it, I used the opportunity to stare at his backside, mostly at his bubbly ass.

We not only hit it off, but he was just my type. I liked bigger guys who didn’t mind getting a little rough during sex. I was bigger than him, but not by much. And I fucking wanted him. While I didn’t want a one-nighter, I still wanted his ass wrapped around my cock… tonight. I’d gone without for far too long, and my hand was getting old.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, I was on him, shoving him against the wall. A loud thud sounded as he dropped his helmet on the old wooden floor, his free hands instantly going into my hair.

Fuck, he smelled good, like bergamot, cardamom, and citrus, which was mingled with his want. I took a deep breath of him. How does a scent turn someone on so much?

Harley and I clawed at each other, tugging on our clothes, desperately trying to get naked. He fisted my T-shirt, and suddenly, I was the one being pressed against the wall.

Hell, yeah . He definitely wouldn’t mind getting a little rough.

Our kiss turned aggressive, with nipping and sucking, struggling for dominance; exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

My cock fought to escape my pants, and I rutted against Harley’s thigh for friction and to show him how much I wanted him.

He groaned in my mouth and thrust against me, bumping his own hard dick against my pelvis.

We panted, exchanging breaths as I slid my hand through his silky hair, yanking on it. I switched places with him, needing to fucking own him. God, I couldn’t remember when I wanted to fuck someone this badly. It wasn’t just to fuck him, but to have more of him. Our dinner date simply hadn’t been enough.

“Have you… ever had… a cock in… you?” I asked between kisses.

“Yes. Once.”

“Have you ever… fucked a tight ass?”

He groaned again and nodded. “Yes… Ag ain, once.”

“I want to feel you… squeezing the hell out of me. God, I want to… fuck you.”

I nibbled on his neck, and he threw his head back for more as his hands slid under my shirt, clawing my back.

“What if I want to… fuck you?” he said breathlessly.

“Flip you for it.”

He barked out a laugh. “That’s okay. You can have me, as long as I can have you next time.”

“Deal.”

I pulled away, leaving Harley gasping, his brown eyes blown nearly black as I pulled my T-shirt over my head. He stared at my chest, reaching for me with his fingertips, but I grasped his hand and tugged him up the stairs.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Top of the stairs on the left.”

As soon as we entered his room, I shut the door behind us, toed off my shoes, and unzipped my pants, pulling them off. Harley’s eyes watched my every move, rubbing his swollen cock, probably not even realizing he was doing it. God, he was fucking fire.

“Do you have condoms and lube?”

He nodded dumbly, not taking his eyes off my package tucked away behind tight boxer briefs.

“Get naked, Harley.”

He quickly removed his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor before pulling off his boots and jeans, exposing tanned, fit flesh. Even from where I stood, I could see the splash of sun freckles across his shoulders. I couldn’t wait to kiss them. Even better? He had chest hair. Sexy. I looked forward to seeing if it was as soft as it looked.

Harley approached me and gently ran his hands across my skin, touching all the tattoos displayed on my chest and shoulders, his gentle touch giving me goosebumps.

“I like these. I only have one, which I got after I turned twenty, and I hate it.”

He stood back and pointed at his torso on the side. The tattoo was of a wolf’s face. It was actually well done .

“It looks good to me. You found a good artist.”

“I would’ve gotten something different if I had a do-over.”

“I get that. Regardless, I like it.”

When I stepped up to him, I snapped the waistband of his underwear. “Time to take these off, Harl .”

He snapped mine back, grinning. “You, too… King .”

I watched as he slid his thumbs into the elastic waistband, slowly pulled his underwear over his swollen length, and dragged them down.

I blew out a breath at seeing his gorgeous, smooth cock. It was long, with a flushed head, and nestled in thick, dark brown curls, traveling up to his navel. My eyes wandered up his tight abs and firm pecs, all sprinkled with the same dark hair. I couldn’t wait to dig my fingers through it.

“I think I won the dating lottery,” I said, pulling a laugh from him.

“Well, I am a catch.”

“That you are.”

It was my turn to remove my underwear. Like him, I took my time as his stare grew heated.

As soon as my briefs hit the floor, Harley was on me, and we were back to kissing, sucking, and clawing at each other. His hands had a death hold of my hair as his lips trailed along my face and to my ear. He nibbled on my lobe, and I shivered. My ears were incredibly sensitive. It was like he knew exactly where my pressure points were.

A moan slipped out of me when the tip of his tongue swiped across the shell of my ear.

“Like that, do we?” he whispered, sending waves of chills across my skin.

“Yeah… And if you want to find my other pleasure spots, nipples are always good, the side of my throat, and you know… my cock could always use some attention.”

His deep chuckle rumbled through my core. “Well, let’s give them some much-needed appreciation.”

Harley kissed his way along my throat and shoulder, and when he reached one of my nipples, he took the little bud between his teeth and bit down, making me shiver again from the stinging pleasure. Then he did it to the other one before licking away the burn .

Slowly, he worked his way down to his knees and fisted my length, looking up at me with dark eyes. That was when I noticed the little scar cutting through his left eyebrow. My thumb ran across it, curious as to how he got it, but I would ask him later.

Not only had we hit it off, but he was fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to rail him from behind and yank on that long hair of his.

“You have a pretty cock,” he said, inspecting it as if he’d never seen one before. It showed how little experience he had with men, and I was completely here for it.

“So do you.”

I forked my fingers through his hair and took a fistful of it. “How many cocks have you sucked down?”

“Just once, that first time. The second time, it was only sex.” Harley pressed his nose between the crook of my thigh and balls, taking a deep breath. “Will you let me explore?”

My body shuddered. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

His hands roved across my abs, feeling every ridge of muscle, then they traveled to my ass. Harley looked up at me with a smirk. “I learned from that first time I have no gag reflex.”

“Fuck. Me. That’s hot. Show me.” Seriously, we were a match made in heaven. I already wanted to keep him.

He fisted my length again, opened his mouth, never taking his eyes off me, and swallowed me down. It was methodical, working me deeper and deeper, wiggling his head as he went. Finally, his nose was pressed into the thatch of hair around my groin, and I moaned loudly. “God… yes. You’re fucking perfect, Harley.”

He started to bob his head, touching all the hot spots along my length with his tongue. How was he so good at this for it being only his second dick? The tingling pressure swelled, and my body flushed in arousal.

He popped off and ran his tongue along the edge of the head, then swiped it over the slit, licking up a bead of pre-cum.

My hand, which was still in his hair, yanked his head back. “That’s enough. I’m not ready to come yet, and I’m already entirely too close because you have a perfect mouth.” My thumb swiped over his full, swollen lips. “I need to feel you wrapped around me. Next time, I want to come in your mouth.”

A gleam shone in his eyes as he took a swipe at my cock with his tongue.

“Naughty… Now, get in the bed, Harl. Let’s open you up. Where’s the lube and condoms?”

“In my nightstand.”

He stood and climbed into the bed, face down. I smacked one of his globes. “Ass up.”

When he did as he was told, I rummaged through his nightstand, pulling out a condom and some lube. I opened the wrapper and rolled on the condom, and then I poured some lube into my hand. When I set the bottle down, I rubbed my hands together, spreading the oil across my palms. I lubed his cock first because I wanted to stroke him before I came.

Harley sunk his upper body into the pillows and moaned. God… So responsive.

I sat on my knees behind him and ran my hands across his ass, spreading oil on his skin. I loved the dark hair there, too, and how it clustered over his hole. He didn’t have tons of it, but there was just enough for me to appreciate it. I loved a man with hair, and Harley had plenty of it, especially along his chest and happy trail. Too many men shaved their bodies.

He looked over his shoulder, his cheeks pinking. “Do you think I should shave down there?”

“Fuck no. I like it.”

He smiled and pressed his face back into the pillows.

My oily finger dragged over his crease and along his hole, rubbing the sensitive pucker. His ass instinctively pushed back for more.

“I love how you react to me,” I said.

“It’s been a while…”

“Next time, I’m going to rim the hell out of you.”

“So, we’ll have a next time?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

As soon as my middle finger slowly pressed into his hole, Harley groaned. I sunk it deeper into him and wiggled my finger around until I hit that spongy mass, pulling another louder groan from him .

Fuck, I enjoyed watching his every reaction.

“You seem to be taking one finger with ease. I’m going to insert two now.”

“Okay,” he breathed.

Again, he took my fingers easily, pushing back on me for more. I was confident when he was ready, he would take my cock with no problem.

One of the sexiest things was to watch my fingers slide in and out of a guy’s ass. Not as sexy as my cock, but it came in a close second. It was especially hot with his ass, with all that bubbly goodness and hair.

“Your hole just gobbles my fingers up. I’m going to insert a third.”

“I’m ready, King… Just fuck me already,” he said breathlessly.

“Nope, I want to be sure you can take me.”

“You just want to keep fingering me and driving me crazy.”

I chuckled. “That, too.”

Harley huffed and pushed his ass back for more. I granted him three fingers, wanting to torture him a bit longer, making sure to keep tapping on that hot spot of his.

“You know what would be really hot?” I asked.

“You fucking me?”

I barked out a laugh. “That, too. But a prostate massager or a huge plug in your ass. Seriously, your ass is gorgeous. I’d love to see it all stretched.”

“You’re killing me, King.”

“With pleasure, I hope.”

“Definitely.”

After working him open a bit longer, I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on his blanket since I had nothing else, and sat up straighter on my knees to line my cock up with his waiting hole, moving open and closed as if seeking me to be fucked.

“Ready?”

“More than ready.”

I eased my tip in, and my eyes shuttered closed, knowing I was going to love this.