Page 96 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“I always say the most pathetic things to you. But do you still find me attractive? I’m different now. Older.”

I stroke the front of his thighs with the blade of my finger. I need him harder than he is.

“Better,” I answer. “In so many ways. You get better the more I know you. You’re beautiful.”

He straddles me on the bed, sitting in my lap. He’s good and hard now. If he’s going to take my cock I’m going to need him to come first so he’s not too excited. It’s been so long.

Our cocks meet in my lap but I just grip his, ignoring my angry erection for his. I hold him hard and pump my hands up and down.

His head comes to rest on my shoulder. He’s barely holding it together. He doesn’t need to. I’ve got him. He’s mine. Just like Ondine is mine. And I take care of my own.

His precum lubes my hands and his panting in my ear makes me even harder.

He comes quickly, just like I wanted. “Oh Jake. Oh my god, Jake. So good. So fucking good. Why is it so good with you?”

I use his cum to start to prepare him. My arm goes around to his back and I push his cum into his tight hole.

“Fuck. Alpha. Are you going to fuck me?” He’s drooling on my shoulder. My fingers don’t wait for him to get used to this. I want him and I need him ready. So I am already stretching him while I’m pistoning into him with three of my fingers.

“When was the last time you let someone fuck you?”

“No one, since you.”

I stop.

“What?”

“I’ve tried. You’ve seen me go out. But I never did get far.”

“No one has fucked you in five years.”

He doesn’t reply. It’s not a question.

“I kind of hoped Sebastian would be into it. But he laughed and went to bed early. He doesn’t even remember me propositioning him.”

I push my fingers back into him.

“How do you want it?”

“Like we used to,” he says with strained words. His voice nearly gone.

I feel that spot in him that makes his spent dick get hard all over again, and he groans and humps me. Then I pull out my fingers and we get into position.

Shadow lays on his back on the bed and I kneel between his legs. I bend his knees, and pull one up to kiss. Just like I did back then.

Before I forget, I lean over to the nightstand and pull out the lube. I knew it would be there.

“You fuck yourself though?” I ask when I see the toy cock in his night stand.

“Fuck, Jake. Yes.”

“And think of me?”

“Yes, of course. Fuck you.”

I spread the lube all over my cock, then between his ass and into the ring of his asshole. I toss it back into the drawer.

Lining up my dick to his entrance, I pause and look him up and down. He already looks so fucked up. Bleary eyed. Sheen of sweat. His neck and face are red. I’m going to ruin him.