Page 62 of Mask and the Magnolia
”Been a long time, Vin? Forget what it was like to have someone else play with your dick?”
I nod, my hand slamming into the tree next to his head as he pumps me in his fist, my body curling forward when he applies pressure to my knot. I kiss him again as I moan, my eyes sliding closed before I press my forehead to his, his hand working me slowly while I fight off my orgasm.
I want to come, my god I want to come so fucking bad but I’m not going to do it without making sure Des gets off, too. It’s not fair, and honestly, if I don’t make him as crazy as he makes me, this is going to be a lot less satisfying.
”I like you like this,” he says as he nips my ear. “Needy. Vulnerable. Completely at my mercy.”
I am.
I hate it, but I absolutely am.
Then he forces my head up so I’m looking him in the eye, so he can kiss me again before he just watches me. “Don’t worry, pookie. I’m a mess for you, too.”
Jesus fucking fuck.“Des,” I moan, looking right into those dark green eyes before I drop my stare between us. “Oh god.”
”Mhm,” he groans as he looks down, too, both of us watching as he spits on our dicks, wraps his hands around them and has us both thrusting into them, our cocks rock hard but slick as they rub together.
I’m going to come.
This is it, it’s going to be the fastest orgasm of my entire life.
It’s warranted, watching Des work both of our erections, watching as the sensitive undersides slide against each other, as our knots rub in a way that has me seeing stars. All of that is a fantastic argument for a record breaking climax, but not without my alpha.
”Des.” I can’t take my eyes off of where our cocks are touching. “Desmond, I?—“
”Please,” he pants as he tears his gaze from his hands and looks me in the eye. “I need it.”
Pulling him away from the tree, I cup his cheeks and kiss him hard while he continues stroking us then back up and look around before I push him down on his knees.
Des licks up my dick from root to tip before I can join him, a thrill racing up my spine from the sensation of his tongue. Something I’ll bank for later because he will have my cock in his mouth at some point, just not now.
No, right now we need the same fucking thing.
But I have to make sure. “This is what you want?”
He nods, kissing me quickly before he turns around, pushes his jumpsuit past his hips and backs into me. “I need it, Vin. Need you so bad right now.”
My jumpsuit falls to my knees as I fist my dick, using the head to spread the massive amount of precum leaking from the tip around his asshole. I work up a decent amount of spit and add that, too, momentarily wondering if this is enough for him to be ready for me.
Then again, he looked right at my dick, he knows what I’m working with. Not all that different from what he’s packing, I might have a little more girth but that’s about it. If he thinks he can take me without real lube and winging it with what we’ve got, who am I to argue.
I still hesitate.
“Desmond, baby, I—oh my fucking god.” My eyes damn near roll back up into my head as he reaches back and grabs my thigh, the head of my cock slipping past that tight ring of muscle easier than I expected.
”The precum,” Des moans as he moves forward then pushes back until more of my erection disappears inside of him. “I don’t know what it’s called between alphas,fuck, but the scent match shit must have us producing our own lube.”
He’s not wrong.
My dick is leaking the shit in thin streams, the liquid creamier than I remember and all but pouring out of me. Either that or it’s been so fucking long since I’ve done anything like this I’ve just been orgasming the entire time and didn’t realize it.
Whatever it is, I’ll take it.
Reaching forward, I grab onto his narrow hips, my fingers digging into the warm flesh and hard muscle as I pull him backward until his ass is almost flush against my pelvis.
I wish he could take my knot.
That would be a beautiful thing, watching that swollen sensitive mass slip between his asscheeks. Squeezing the life out of it the same way he’s milking my cock.
