Page 43 of Roommates' Alpha

“You like that idea?” I asked, moving one hand to the front of his trousers, where I loosened the fly. “More than one baby inside you?”

“Yes,” he whined.

I slid my hand inside his pants and boxers until I could awkwardly cup his erection.

“There probably will be multiple,” I warned, even as I traced my thumb up and down his shaft. “I heard from…”

My explanation was cut off when Micah kissed me hard, tongue diving into my mouth and sliding against mine.

“Just fuck me,” he whined when he pulled back.

The edge of desperation was back in his scent, and I realized that his heat was verging on painful. I pulled my hand free, then shoved his pants and boxers down, exposing his ass.

Micah buried his face against my shoulder and ground his cock against my stomach as I started squeezing his ass again.

My cock was like a steel rod in my pants, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands slid along the smooth skin of his ass until my fingers dipped into his crack and found him already coated with slick.

I moaned, and Micah rolled his hips in an attempt to get my fingers where he needed them. I took the hint, pressing two fingers against his entrance.

“Yes,” Micah whimpered as he sat up and sunk onto them, opening easily. Then he started fucking himself on my hand. His eyes fluttered shut, his pink lips parted, and his head fell back slightly.

He was stunning, backlit from the light coming through the window. It gave his skin a golden hue and made his hair look like a halo. I needed to see more, and I moved my free hand to start unbuttoning his shirt.

Luckily, Micah quickly got the hint, and I only had to fumble with two buttons before he pulled both his shirt and undershirt up and off, tossing them to one side.

I growled at the expanse of smooth skin, the dark pink nipples, and a small collection of stars tattooed right over his heart.

“Why stars?” I asked, thinking of his star tramp stamp as I pulled him down to suck and lick his chest.

“To… remind…” he gasped between each word as he continued to thrust against my hand, “everybody… that… I’m the… star.”

A laugh burst from me as I shifted and tugged him down into a fierce kiss. “How does the star want me to fuck him?”

He stilled and whimpered against my lips. “You standing, me kneeling on the couch. There’s no such thing as too hard or fast.”

“Anything else?” I growled, nipping his neck and remembering him saying his heats were intense.

“Make me come,” he whined. “As many times as you can. Grind your knot into me, jerk me off. I need it.”

“Do the others know?” I asked as I pulled my fingers free.

His face blushed crimson. “Yeah. We knew my heat was coming, so we talked about it. We were still trying to figure out how to talk to you, then it came early.”

Guilt tried to edge in, but I pushed it aside. I was there now, and our omega needed me. I wrapped my arms around his middle, pulled him close, and managed to stand while holding onto him.

Micah yelped in surprise, then clung to me as I carried him the few steps to the couch. I set him on it, and he immediately scrambled to his knees, presenting his ass to me.

“Mind if I get rid of these first?” I asked, tugging on the trousers still clinging to his thighs.

He whined but lifted his knees when asked so that I could pull the pants off.

“Fuck, you’re a thing of beauty,” I murmured as I pushed my sweats down and freed my cock. I slid it through his crack for several strokes, ensuring that it was well-coated with his slick, then I pressed the tip to his entrance.

A lusty growl escaped me at the same time that Micah sighed in relief. He opened around me easily, and I bottomed out in only a few strokes.

I held his hips, even as he tried to thrust back against me.

“Give yourself a minute,” I ordered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”