Page 6 of Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

This was exactly what I was looking for in a man. Someone I shared things in common and had hot sexual chemistry with. Kingston was so confident, too. While I could be generally confident, I wasn’t as much in the bedroom with men, having so little experience, but I had enough to pass as someone relatively knowledgeable.

Kingston got me so worked up and aroused by playing with my ass, and he made me melt with his experienced fingers. How did he get me so turned on yet completely relaxed at the same time?

My cock throbbed, desperate for friction, but I didn’t want to rub off the lube onto the bed. I would stroke myself when I got closer to coming. For now, I only wanted to feel him.

The head of Kingston’s dick stretched me, and the muscles around my hole wanted to resist, but I fought it, trying to keep it loose as I’d learned online. As he eased inside me, I bore down, allowing him to sink into me, inch by inch. It burned like hell, and my muscles strained, wanting to pull away to get him out, but I shoved aside the pain, knowing I would be filled with pleasure soon enough.

Once he was fully seated, we both sat there for a moment, our breaths heaving as if we’d run a marathon. I didn’t know if he needed the break or if he was giving me time to adjust to him. Probably the latter. My ass was so stretched and full. It was an odd sensation, but simply having a man inside me made me desperate for more and to keep pushing through the discomfort.

“Please move, King.”

“I like you begging.”

I growled at him, making him laugh. “Do you like things rough, Harl?”

“Anything. I’m just so fucking turned on right now, and I really need to come. You have magic fingers.”

Kingston dug said fingers into my hips hard enough to leave marks and pulled out of me all the way to the tip before he slammed home. My body was shoved forward, my head hitting on the headboard, which I hadn’t been ready for.

“Ow…”

“Oops, sorry,” he said, chuckling. “Got a little carried away.”

I snorted a laugh, but it quickly died when his cock pulled out and slammed back home again, hitting my prostate. My eyes rolled, and my body was filled with electric heat and pressure from my nuts straight to my dick.

Kingston picked up speed and pounded into me so hard again I had to brace one hand on the headboard.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long. It’s been a hot minute since I did this,” he said.

“Same… just finish if you need to. There will be other days. ”

He took me at my word and pumped faster and harder before he grabbed my still-oiled cock, stroking me in tandem.

“Oh, god…” I cried out, my dick finally getting the stimulation it craved and Kingston hitting my pleasure zone deep inside at the same time. The arousal and pleasure traveled outside of me and straight to my cock.

He let go of me, and I nearly cried out at the loss. “Stroke yourself,” he said.

I did as he ordered and rubbed myself exactly as I liked it. While I couldn’t see him, I imagined Kingston concentrating on my ass, watching his cock slide in and out of me, biting his bottom lip to hold back his orgasm…

“I need you to come first, Harl… I want to feel you squeeze the fuck out of me,” he said, bursting me out of my fantasy bubble.

I stroked myself faster and faster, twisting my hand upward and brushing my thumb across the sensitive head. The glide was smooth, thanks to the lube, and my orgasm hovered right there, ready to blow. My balls grew dense, and my cock swelled. Any second now…

It wasn’t only my hand that did me in, but his cock hitting my prostate, practically forcing the orgasm out of me. My body burned, and the pressure became nearly unbearable when I finally exploded… and it was an explosion.

I threw back my head and cried out, knowing we were alone and no one else would hear me.

“Oh, shit…” Kingston hissed.

As I spilled onto my sheets, he froze for a second before thrusting into me, falling out of rhythm, grunting and clawing at my hips. I felt the heat of his swelling cock and the cum, even through the condom.

His hands slid off me, and his body rested on top of mine, forcing me to fall into the bed under his dense weight. Kingston’s dick pulsed and softened before it slipped out, pulling a wince from me, feeling empty without him.

His heart pounded into my back, or perhaps it was my own throbbing body pounding into him. I was sweaty, and even more so with his hot skin against mine, but his weight was comforting. It belonged there.

Kingston pressed gentle, sweaty, and panting kisses along my shoulder. He pulled away my hair and kissed my neck, too.

“Best date ever. ”

I gave a tired laugh and nodded, completely numb and exhausted. “Awesome date…”

He climbed off me and out of the bed, leaving me cold. I rolled onto my side and rested my head on my hand, watching him toss the condom into the trash while holding back my disappointment. Shit, was he leaving already? I didn’t want him to go yet. I hated the fuck-and-run.

“Can I bribe you to stay?” I asked as he picked up his underwear, stopping at the bathroom door to look back at me.

“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to.”

“Good. I don’t want you to go anywhere yet.”

His pretty blue eyes gleamed as he smirked at me. “Although, it depends on what sort of bribe we’re talking about.”

“I make a mean egg breakfast skillet.”

“I won’t say no to breakfast from a chef.”

“Then it’s settled.”

He closed the bathroom door behind him, and I wanted to scream like a teen boy. No! I was a man, dammit! Still, my stomach twisted in pleasure that he planned to stay a bit longer. Tonight made me feel fucking young again.

While he cleaned up in my bathroom, I wiped myself down with my dirty sheets. Then I pulled them off the bed and grabbed a new set from my closet. I quickly made the bed, suddenly filled with electric nerves, but pleasantly. It would be the first time anyone had stayed the night. I never dared bring anyone home before because I hadn’t been certain about them around Hudson. But since he wasn’t home, I felt comfortable asking Kingston.

He came out of the restroom, still naked and looking sexy as hell, with all his tattoos and muscles. His legs and arms had scars I assumed he got from falling as he skated. He took a look around my room, taking it in for the first time. I tried to make my space comfortable while maintaining that traditional yet modern look to match the old home.

As I sat on the bed with my back to the headboard, I watched him lift one of my cologne bottles off my dresser, open it, and take a whiff.

“I like this one. You wore it tonight, right?”

“Yep. It’s my favorite.”

“Mine too, now. ”

He set the bottle down and lifted a framed picture of me holding Hudson, who’d been four at the time. “Aww, look at you with short hair. Is that your son?”

“Yep, that’s Hudson, light of my life.”

“He’s adorable and looks a lot like you.”

Kingston walked over to me before the book on my nightstand caught his attention. He lifted it and eyed me with a raised brow. “Romance?”

I shrugged, refusing to be embarrassed by what I loved to read. While I didn’t mind a quick fuck, I was a romantic at heart.

“Specifically male/male romance. I love them and enjoy reading about their happily ever afters. So many of these stories let go of that traditional masculinity and just embrace each other. I don’t know… I just find them special.”

Kingston set my book back down and climbed on top of me, straddling my lap and pressing a kiss to my lips. “Is that what you want? A happily ever after?”

“I do. After what I’ve gone through, I feel like I kind of deserve it. Does that sound corny?”

He kissed me again and pulled away. “Not at all. I wouldn’t mind a happily ever after myself.”

Kingston fell on the other side of me and reached for the eyebrow where I had my only scar.

“Where’d you get this? Is it weird that I like it?”

“It’s nothing exciting or sexy, I assure you. I was a kid, feeding the ducks at a park… I must have been about four or so. I fell on my face and landed on some rocks. Ended up with a few stitches there.”

“It still looks sexy.”

I chuckled. “How about yours?”

“All from skating. I don’t usually wear protective gear, especially when I was younger, unless I was in a competition where gear was required. It’s just from falling, especially when I wasn’t very skilled. I drove my foster parents nuts, having to patch me up constantly.”

“I like them… they’re a part of you and a part of your history.”

We kissed for a bit longer before I turned out the light and slid under the sheets and quilt as I scooted down the bed .

He rolled over onto his side, his back facing me. Before the disappointment could hit me, he said, “Spoon me. You like happily ever afters. I like to be held.”

I couldn’t hide my smile had I tried. I nestled behind him, wrapped my arm around his front, and folded my other arm under my head. My body was now molded against his.

He threaded our fingers together and held my hand against his chest. I pressed my nose to his back and breathed in the remnants of his cologne and arousal. It was the best smell. I could get used to being snuggled up against his warm, hard body.

It was six in the morning when I got up to take a shower, leaving Kingston alone to sleep. I was used to getting up early and making sure Hudson was fed before he left for school, and then I’d take a nap later. I probably didn’t go to bed as late as Kingston since I went home once the kitchen closed at ten at night, leaving the bar part open until midnight.

Wearing only my boxer briefs, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. I loved this kitchen, and I had spent way too much money to fix it up. It had been too small, so I removed the dining room wall and combined the two spaces into one, giving Hudson and me a place to sit and eat together by the large front window.

I kept it in the traditional style for the aesthetics of the house, but it had all new appliances, keeping most of the original counters and cabinets intact.

Before I started cooking, I made coffee, grinding the beans myself. As it brewed, I pulled eggs, milk, yellow bell pepper, beef sausage, and gruyere cheese from the refrigerator. From the pantry, I pulled out a potato and a yellow onion.

While the sausage simmered in a cast-iron skillet, I chopped the onion, bell pepper, and potato into small pieces.

I looked up to the ceiling when I heard the floorboards creaking and the water turning on. You could hear everything in this tiny house. Smiling, I removed the cooked sausage and dumped the vegetables into the pan, sprinkling them with salt, pepper, and smoked paprika. While they cooked, I grated the cheese .

A few minutes later, the old wooden stairs creaked like all the floors around here as Kingston made his way down. My stomach did those flips and turns again. It had been so long since it had done that, bringing the promise of something more meaningful into my life. I really looked forward to seeing more of Kingston.

I smiled again when strong arms reached around me, and kisses landed on my shoulder. “Morning,” he said, his voice still raspy from sleep.

“Morning.”

“That smells fantastic.”

“Thanks. There’s some coffee if you want. I have mugs in the cabinet next to the fridge. There’s cream and sugar, too.”

“Want some?”

“Sure. A splash of cream and two teaspoons of raw sugar.”

Once the vegetables were tender, I added the sausage crumbles back into the pan. As our breakfast simmered, I made little wells in the mixture and cracked several eggs, dropping each one into the well without breaking the yolks.

Kingston handed me my mug of coffee and hopped onto the counter next to me to watch me cook. I took a tentative sip of the hot brew before sitting it on the counter. I spread his knees apart and slid between them. He draped an arm over my shoulder, smiling down at me.

“I had a great time last night,” he said.

“So did I. I ah… it feels like you’re still inside me.”

His smile turned devilish, and his blue eyes twinkled. “I like the sound of that. Makes it hard to forget me.”

“And I wouldn’t want to. I’d really like to do this again.”

“Definitely. Me, too.”

“When are you free next?”

He thought about it. “Thursdays until Sundays are always really busy. And I usually head out of town on Mondays to check on my foster brother, but I’m off again next Wednesday.”

I feigned a pout. “I have to wait a whole week to see you again, huh?”

Kingston smiled and leaned forward to kiss me before pulling back. It was just a brush of lips and not nearly enough. The romantic side of me always wanted to be kissed with passion, but this would have to do .

“Afraid so.”

I stepped away from him, sprinkled the grated cheese on top of the skillet, and let the meal cook for a couple of more minutes before removing it from the heat.

Instead of plating the food, I loaded up a fork with egg, potato, and vegetables, and brought it to his awaiting mouth. Kingston opened wide and took a bite, slowly chewing and savoring.

“Delicious,” he said with his mouth full. “I can’t cook shit. I never really learned. Well, I’m not that terrible at cooking, but I can’t do anything like this.”

“This is nothing. It was easy to make. One night, I’ll invite you over for dinner.”

He took the fork from me, reached over to the pan to scoop some food, and fed me a bite as well. “As long as we get to feed each other like this.”

My smile was crooked. “Is there any other way to eat?”