Page 11 of Alpha’s Sunflower Smiles (Sweet in Silford #8)

Chapter 11

Wilfred

M y legs were still shaking with the aftershocks of my powerful orgasm as Pete led me through the shop.

I managed to grab my gift from the counter and held it close as I turned off the lights in the shop and set the alarm before locking the door.

Once we were outside, Pete took hold of my hand and said, “Shall I drive us both or would you rather take your own car?”

“You drive,” I said.

I wasn’t sure I’d be safe on the roads, to be honest.

I still felt like I was in a dream.

I had to squeeze Pete’s fingers to be sure that, yes, he was holding my hand and he felt warm and it made my stomach fluttery again.

“I’ll bring us both back in the morning to pick up your car.”

He led me to his car and opened the door for me.

I was sure I had a silly smile on my face the whole time we drove but Pete didn’t say anything about it, so I guess he didn’t mind.

When we got to his house, I looked up at the tall, box-like building and thought of my own little cottage.

The floors were uneven and the ceiling beams were too low but it was home, and I loved it.

Pete opened the door and ushered me inside, and the hall had the sterile feeling of a hospital.

Straight lines, clean tiles, and nothing else.

I took off my shoes and left them neatly by the door, not wanting to get any dirt on his clean floors.

Pete chuckled and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“I can see you hate it.”

“No, I don’t,” I insisted quickly.

I felt the press of his lips to my cheek before he said, “That’s okay. It’s not anything special. It’s just a house. We’ll stay here tonight but I’ll think about how to make it more comfortable for you tomorrow, okay?”

“It’s very nice,” I said.

He gave another chuckle.

“It’s just a house. But it’s sweet of you to pretend.”

The hallway opened into a large kitchen that was all sleek greys and had an island in the centre.

And, in the middle of the island was the big wooden bowl that Richard had sold Pete.

It stuck out, jarring and out of place, and I laughed.

“I don’t think Richard would have made you buy that if he’d known what your house was like. It doesn’t look right at all.”

“I like it. It’s the one thing in the kitchen I actually do like.”

“You didn’t design this, then?” I gestured around me.

“No, I don’t have any flair for interior design. This is how the house came, and I needed somewhere to move in to quickly. It was ready-furnished and available. I’m not that attached to it.”

Again, I thought of my own cottage.

I’d carefully chosen every single item that went into it.

In fact, I’d made a lot of them.

I couldn’t understand living in a place that I didn’t like.

Pete nudged me over to the breakfast bar and sat me down.

“How about I pour you a nice glass of wine and you can talk to me while I cook us dinner?”

“That really does sound nice.”

I didn’t do well at the talking part, and that was because I got a pesky lump in my throat as I sat there and watched Pete move around the kitchen.

He moved with such assurance and he kept casting little glances my way, smiling when he met my eyes.

It felt so…

intimate.

Domestic.

And I hadn’t realised how much I wanted that.

“How about we take this into the lounge and eat on the sofa?”

I nodded and went to pick up my plate but Pete grabbed it and nodded at the wine glasses.

“You bring those.”

We ate with our plates on our laps and, somehow, we both ended up in the middle of the sofa, our thighs touching and our elbows catching.

I wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

As soon as we were done, Pete put our plates on the coffee table and slid his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

I didn’t know whether he’d always be this touchy or whether it was because we were brand new, but I revelled in it.

His strong arms made me feel protected and secure.

Soon we were kissing and touching.

Pete seemed to wake my body up and send energy coursing through my veins.

My skin tingled where his fingers trailed over me, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

His voice was low and gruff as he finally said, “Come into the bedroom with me.”

I followed him, excited, and stripped my clothes off quickly once I was beside the bed.

Pete revealed his body piece by piece and I just stood there and watched.

He wasn’t much taller than me, maybe only a couple of inches, but he was in his prime and he was dense with muscle.

I hadn’t fully appreciated how thick his pecks would be or how hard his abs were.

He saw me staring and smirked, stalking towards me with intent.

His fingers were strong as he took hold of my hand and guided it to his chest, encouraging me to feel the hard swell of his muscles beneath the smooth skin.

I might have explored a bit too much, actually.

I just wanted to touch him and marvel at his perfection and so I ran my hands over his arms, the tops of his shoulders and his chest.

I watched my hands the entire time, fascinated by the soft skin beneath my palms, wanting to see the dip and swell of his body as I felt it.

The only thing that stopped me exploring every inch of him carefully was the small growl he let out.

My head shot up so I could see his face, worried I’d annoyed him, but he didn’t look annoyed.

His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his eyes were dark, his pupils blown.

Slowly, I ran my hands lower over his chest, feeling the bumps of his abdomen and the smattering of crisp, blonde hair prickling my fingers.

His dick was hard and red, hanging down heavily between his legs.

I encircled it with my hand and stroked in one long, smooth movement.

It was the first time I’d touched an alpha’s cock and I was surprised by how thick it was.

I wasn’t exactly small myself but Pete must be twice as thick as me, easily.

Just as I was about to do the same thing again, Pete grabbed my hand and lifted it away from him.

I looked up again, worried I’d done that wrong.

“It’s embarrassing to have to say this, but I can’t last if you do that. I’m too close.”

“What would you like?”

“I want to fuck you.”

I glanced back down at his hard dick.

It looked so big.

I wasn’t sure it would fit inside me.

He moved my hand to his chest and placed it over his heart, holding my palm flat against him.

“If you don’t want that, we can do something else.”

“I-I’ve never bottomed for an alpha before.”

With a gentle kiss on my lips, he promised, “I’ll take good care of you, Wilfred. If you want to do it, I’ll make it good for you. If you want something else, tell me. I want you to feel good.”

“I do feel good.”

I hadn’t realised just how good I felt, actually.

I had got used to ignoring my body a lot, barely noticing it.

I used my body to create beautiful crafts, but it was a tool for me to use, not something to bring me pleasure.

Now, my stomach felt fluttery with affection and nerves, and my skin was tingling with awareness and my dick was sticking up in front of me, pointing straight at Pete.

“You want to bottom for me, Wilfred?”

I thought about it.

Even though part of my rational brain told me that Pete couldn’t fit inside me without it hurting, my sudden awareness of my pleasure was flooding through me and all I could feel was excitement and anticipation.

“Yes, I want you.”

Pete moved me onto the bed, throwing the blankets off and settling me against the pillows right in the centre of the mattress.

He crawled up my body, kissing and teasing me, making me leak with pleasure.

As he reached my dick, he sucked the very tip of it between his lips and ran his tongue in a circle around the head.

He drew a moan from me against my will, and I shook and clenched my fists to try and stop myself from bucking up into his mouth.

I hardly noticed him lifting my knees.

All of my attention was on the way his tongue moved over my sensitive head and dipped into the slit.

If he wasn’t careful, he’d make me feel too good and I’d just come straight into his mouth.

I hadn’t noticed him reaching for the lube but he must have done because one slick finger slid down my crack and to my hole.

He circled it for a few moments, bringing the nerve-endings alive and ramping up my anticipation.

When he slid a thick finger inside me, his mouth opened round my dick and he swallowed me down further, sucking hard.

I nearly shot off the bed with the sudden pleasure and my body didn’t know what was happening.

Pete worked me open slowly but with a steady determination.

Every time he added an extra finger and forced my body to adjust, he’d take more of my dick into his mouth and made me feel the ecstasy of it.

By the time he’d stretched me enough, I was a writhing, sobbing mess.

Pete lifted off my dick with a pop and raised his head to look down at me.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Are you ready for me?”

I was beyond talking and just nodded vigorously.

The cap of the lube bottle clicked and I raised my head enough to look down between my bent knees to Pete’s dick.

He was rolling an alpha condom onto his length and then he smeared a generous amount of lube over it, making it shiny.

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and knelt in position before lining up and pushing in.

I knew that he’d just had his fingers inside me, more than enough to stretch me, because he’d promised he would.

But the idea of taking an alpha’s cock suddenly seemed frightening.

He was so big and I was just a non-presenting man and my body wasn’t built to take it.

Unlike an omega, whose body was designed to take alpha cocks, to loosen and stretch and lubricate.

Pete stroked a hand over my thigh and brought my attention back to him.

“Hey, Wilfred, look at me. Don’t tense up.”

His voice was so deep with a hint of gravel to it, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

His hand stayed on my thigh while the other was holding his own dick to line up.

His body radiated heat, warming my thighs and ass where he pressed against them.

“Relax,” he said, and I wanted to obey him.

I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, on not tensing up.

The more I did that, the more Pete ran his hand up and down my thigh, tracing the tips of his fingers across my sensitive dick, and murmured, “That’s it, Wilfred, you’re doing so well. You’re perfect. Opening up for me so beautifully.”

The first breach felt like a boulder in my ass, stretching my hole wide.

It didn’t hurt, though, just felt strange and full.

He paused and held himself still and kept murmuring sweet things to me.

I’d never had anyone call me beautiful before, but Pete did.

I felt it, too.

Even though I was flat on my back, sweaty and flushed and trying not to tense up, Pete’s dark eyes gazed down on me with such affection and desire that I didn’t doubt for a moment that I was exactly what he said: beautiful.

Once he started sliding into me, it was easy.

He moved in slow, controlled thrusts, easing inside inch by inch.

I was used to the stretch now and it was beginning to feel good.

I wanted more of him, wanted to feel his balls pressed against me and feel him move inside me, massaging my walls and pressing against my prostate.

I’d underestimated how long he was because it took a while for him to be fully seated.

Once he was in, he held still and I felt as though I were being impaled.

I was so full of my alpha that I couldn’t move without feeling him all the way inside me.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

All I could do was nod, even though I wanted to burst out laughing at the question.

Ready?

Was this only just beginning?