Page 51 of Roommates' Alpha
Crow returned and perched himself on my lap again, and I held him as both Xavier and Terry seemed to follow Micah to sleep.
“Can I ask you something?” Crow asked after several quiet minutes.
“Anything.”
“Will… will you knot me?”
I blinked. “Now?”
He turned, pink blush dusting his cheeks, and nodded. “I wanted you to be my first, and I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“You mean…”
His blush deepened. “I’ve topped them all, and we’ve sucked each other. Both Terry and Xavier have fingered me, and Xavier spent what felt like an eternity in Heaven eating my ass, but I’ve never…”
I pulled him in for a kiss and growled against his lips. “I’m honored.” Then I sat back and glanced around. “Where did that lube get off to?”
Crow held it up. “I… umm… I grabbed it when I was turning on the lights.”
I shook my head and laughed while pulling him in for another kiss. Then I plucked the bottle from his hand, drizzled some lube on my fingers, and allowed it to warm for a few seconds before pressing them to his entrance.
Crow moaned softly as I massaged the tight ring of muscle, shifting slightly to give me easier access.
“Good?” I asked as he started to loosen.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“One finger in. Let me know if it’s too much.”
“Ok”
There was a moment of resistance as I pressed one finger against Crow’s entrance, then the muscle relaxed around me and it slid in.
Crow’s expression softened as well, turning from one of apprehension to one of pleasure as I slowly started moving inside him.
“You’re so tight,” I murmured against his skin. “You’re going to feel incredible around my cock.”
Speaking of my cock… I’d been so focused on Crow that I wasn’t sure if it was up to speed. But as soon as I shifted my attention to it, I realized that it was somehow hard and ready to go again.
My ability to pleasure my gorgeous man confirmed, I returned my focus to him. “Ready for another?”
He nodded, panting slightly.
Crow winced as I eased the second finger inside, but after a few seconds of adjustment, he was grinding against my hand.
He was beautiful, black hair stuck to his face where he was sweating already, lips parted as he sought his pleasure from me.
I needed to make it good for him so that he’d know it was right.
I scissored my fingers, ensuring he was well stretched, and was rewarded with a grunt of satisfaction when a third finger joined the first two inside him. Then I twisted my hand until I found his sweet spot, and earned a soft cry of pleasure from him.
“Owen…” he panted. “I-I need you.”
“Sit on my lap,” I murmured against his shoulder as I kissed him. “Your back to my front. That way you can control the angle and how fast you take me. And Crow?”
“Yeah?”
“You can stop at any time if it’s not for you, ok?”