by Aspen Grey
“Are you all right?” he asked. But I barely heard him. The words found their way into my ears, but they simply didn’t register. I was too busy staring.
His chest was thick, like those old photos of young Arnold Schwarzenegger. His shoulders were broad, incredibly muscled, and his back muscles (lats, maybe?) tapered down to his thin waist that was rippling with abdominal muscles the likes I’d only ever seen in magazines or YouTube fitness videos. And then there was his dick.
Somehow, despite having just been in a fight, he was almost at half-mast. Not quite, it was more like he was simply showing, with all his length swelled up but instead of sticking out like a flagpole, his massive unit swung between his sculpted legs as he walked. My mouth began to water like I was a starving man staring at a banquet—which wasn’t far from the truth. After all, I was a virgin and this was only the second cock I’d ever seen in my life, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to do a Hell of a lot more with it than a fucking handjob!
“Are you all right?” he asked. I knew he was repeating himself, and quickly shook myself from my trance and moved my eyes to his.
“Yes!” I said quickly. But he shook his head.
“No, you’re not.”
He stepped right up next to me, so close that his cock almost pressed against mine—
Oh, shit! I’m naked too!
Then, he reached out and took my arm. I looked down and saw that I was bleeding. Somehow I’d been cut during the confusion, probably from Mark’s long fingernails, or maybe from the glass explosion that had occurred during Brooks’ daring entrance.
I was absolutely swooning!
“Oh, look at that,” I said absentmindedly. I wasn’t really that concerned about my cut, but Brooks was looking at me like I was a porcelain doll that might break at the slightest touch.
“Come on,” he said quickly, glancing behind him at the house. “My bike’s just over the fence. Let’s get out of here before that asshole decides to do something stupid.”
He shifted and leapt the fence. I did the same and landed beside him as he retook his human form, slid his arms into a leather vest that lay on the ground beside him, and climbed onto his bike. As he threw one leg over the seat and grasped the handlebars, his abs flexed and rippled and I felt my slick begin to run again. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Get on!” he called out. I wasted no time. I hopped onto the bike, found the pegs for my feet and wrapped my arms around his body. It was like gripping a tree trunk. “Hang on.”
The bike lurched forward and Brooks whipped it around in a one-eighty, then gunned it back onto the road. I tucked down and rested my head against his warm, strong back as he sped off into the night, the wind rustling through our hair. He sped back towards down and I felt like a princess who’d just been rescued from her tower by the valiant knight—only in this case the princess was a prince, and the valiant knight was a gorgeous biker-wolf-shifter-alpha.
And my fated-mate!
The wind forced even more of his scent into my nose. I closed my eyes, trusting him completely as we raced through town and out the other side. I’d never smelled anything more manly in my entire life. It was pure man—that’s what they would have printed on the bottle if they were able to capture his scent and put it in a cologne. It would have driven gay men and women alike completely insane.
My slick was dripping all over his bike seat. For a moment I felt bad. But he probably liked that, didn’t he? I mean, I wouldn’t have cared if he blasted his cum all over everything I owned! In fact, that would be hot!
Brooks took a corner onto a dirt road, and a moment later I saw a house—his house? I knew Mark would have burst out laughing if he saw it, and maybe that was one of the reasons why I loved it. It was quaint, rundown, almost dilapidated, and obviously needed a ton of work. And perhaps my mind was getting ahead of itself, but I couldn’t help but start picturing Brooks and me getting together and working on fixing it up together. Making it our own…
Brooks pulled up in front of the porch that looked as though it was barely hanging on and shut off the bike. He stepped off and took my hand like a gentleman.
“It may not look like much,” he said. “But it’s home.”
“It’s better than that cold, five-star hotel-looking monstrosity of Mark’s,” I replied.
Brooks smiled and eyed me up and down. I felt as though I was sitting beneath an X-ray machine. There was nothing I could hide from this man. I knew that. He was like a walking embodiment of masculinity, pure alpha prowess.
“Let’s get you inside and fixed up,” he said. He led me inside and up the steps, which creaked with each step.
Definitely a fixer-upper.
He brought me straight into the master bedroom and into the attached bathroom. Muttering to himself, he opened the vanity.
“Aha!” he exclaimed, withdrawing a box of gauze. “Wasn’t sure if I had any or not.”
“Did you just move in?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of the tub as he wiped my wound and began to bandage it.
“I did. It was my father’s house. He left it to me when he died.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I replied quickly. But Brooks just shook his head.
“Don’t be. I never knew the man. I was in foster care my whole life.”
He must have seen the look on my face, because he smiled and shook his head.
“Nah, don’t worry. It made a man out of me!”
He finished bandaging my arm and stood up. He seemed to tower above me, as I’d imagine it would feel like looking up at the David if you were to see it in person. I felt so small and powerless beneath him, like he could take me and do whatever he wanted to me—and I loved that.
Take me!
I cried out to him with my eyes. Feeling my slick pour, lubricating my hole, welcoming him to slide inside of me, turned me on so much, and seeing his Greek God physique standing over me, his cock beginning to rise with a full erection, had me ready to throw myself at his feet.
“You know what time it is?” he asked me. My heart fluttered.
“No…”
“It’s past midnight,” he replied.
“Brooks—!”
But Brooks didn’t let me finish. He stepped forward, lifted my chin and kissed me.
The world ceased to exist, blocked out completely by the magic of his lips. They were soft but strong, seductive but firm at the same time. I opened my mouth to let his tongue slide in.
His hands found the back of my neck and held it as he kissed me deeply. It was like our mouths were fucking, giving me a taste of what was to come. His scent drenched me as we embraced, and I arched my back even more as if to throw myself at him. He responded and grabbed me by the waist and lifted me like I didn’t weigh a thing.
“Holy shit, you’re so strong!” I whispered into his ear as I kissed it, sucking his earlobe hungrily then working my way down his neck as he carried me into the bedroom.
“I don’t have any dry sheets right now,” he told me. “But I’ll be damned if I’m going to go and dry them before I fuck you.”
“Fuck that!” I cried out. “Fuck me now, Brooks! Fuck me on the dirty mattress, I don’t care. I just want you inside me!”
“Yeah?”
“Yes! I need it, Brooks,” I pleaded. “Make me yours. Take me. Pop my cherry, baby. Give me your alpha dick!”
I don’t know what came out of me, but it was like a filthy little teenage slut had just emerged from deep inside. I was saying things I could never have imagined myself saying before. It was like I was reading the script of a porno as he threw me down on the bed. The box spring squeaked and my eyes went wide as I looked up at him. Without hesitation, he mounted the bed, placing each of his knees on the side of my face, and presented his cock to me.
I’d never sucked a cock before, and the fact that the first one to ever go into my mouth was my fated-mate’s had me absolutely glowing with delight. A tiny pearl of pre-cum was dripping from the tip,
and as he stuck his dick between my lips, I tasted it.
Oh, fuck!
I let it lay against my tongue, and knowing how my own dick worked, knew there would be more where that came from, I just had to coax it out. So, I reached up and grasped his dick, barely able to even get my hand around it, and squeezed.
Precum practically fountained out of it like I’d turned on a garden hose. I slurped it down like it was the nectar of the Gods, and wondered just how incredible his actual cum would be.
“Yeah, squeeze it,” he groaned as he placed a hand on the back of my head.
Oh my God, is he going to—?
And he did.
Brooks forced my head down on his cock without hesitation. It was pure desire. He wanted to be deeper and so that’s what he was going to make me do. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, and he knew that, so he was taking the situation out of my hands and taking control. That way I’d be able to give him just what he wanted.
Take me, Brooks, I thought as I began to give him head. My holes are yours!
Chapter Six
BROOKS
Eric’s mouth was hot and warm and dripping with a mixture of spit and precum. He was looking up at me with wide eyes that wanted to please. He’d said he was a virgin, but he’d never mentioned how far he’d actually gone with another man, and he was impressively not touching me with his teeth…
I pulled back and looked at him.
“Have you done this before?”
“No, sir,” he said, shaking his head.
Sir? Did he just call me sir?
I hadn’t realized such a thing would turn me on so much until I heard it. Inflamed by his comment, I rammed my cock back into his mouth, so deep it caused him to gag and cough.
Many alphas would have wanted to be delicate with a virgin omega, but not me. I wanted to defile him, ruin him, sink my teeth into him and fuck him into oblivion and make sure he was mine forever—no one else’s! And it seemed to me that that was exactly what Eric wanted me to do.
“It’s big, baby,” I told him. “But you can take it. Just breathe and relax your throat.”
Eric clearly was great at following directions, as he did exactly as I told him. I felt his muscles relax and was able to slide even deeper into his throat, back where the really good, slick saliva was.
I repositioned myself on the mattress so I was kneeling back on my feet presenting him my dick like a trophy, a spear held by a gladiator.
“On your knees,” I told him. “I want to watch that ass while you suck me.”
Eric instantly obeyed me. He wasn’t hesitant like you would expect from a virgin. It was clear that he wanted to please me, which was good, as I only wanted to please him as well. And as he got onto his knees, wolf-style in front of me, and opened wide to accept my cock, I realized that I’d made a mistake.
He looked shocked as I pulled away from him. I growled as I came around behind him and got a real view of what was mine. His ass was glorious, as though it had been sculpted perfectly out of clay. His little, untouched hole was pink and puckered like a pair of lips ready for a delicious little peck of a kiss, and absolutely gleaming with his slick that had begun to drip down the back of his thighs.
“Is this for me?” I asked him.
“YES!” Eric cried out.
“Are you sure?” I teased as I let the tip of my wet cock rest between his plump cheeks.
“It’s all for you! Take it, Brooks!”
“Is that what you want?” I asked as I pressed my tip against his hole. “You want me to claim you? Take your virginity and make you mine forever?”
“Please! Please do it, Brooks!”
“As you wish,” I told him.
His little hole opened as I pushed forward. It accepted half of my tip but I held back as Eric gasped.
“Breathe,” I told him. “The pain will go away quickly.”
He took a deep breath and bowed his head. I kept pushing.
“The tip’s almost in,” I told him. When it finally slid in with a satisfying pop feeling, Eric cried out into the mattress.
“Fuck, Brooks!”
“That’s it, baby,” I said, using my right hand to stroke up and down his back. I grasped his ass and tugged him back towards me, sliding more and more of my shaft into his hole—penetrating his virgin ass like it had been waiting for me.
No one else has had this—and they never will!
“Oh, you’re so big!” Eric moaned.
“I’m only halfway in,” I told him. “And you’re going to take it all.”
“I want it all! Give it all to me!”
So I did. I kept pushing while his ass expanded and took all of me. And I was no slouch either. My dick was huge and for an omega to take it as his first and only cock—well, let’s just say I was impressed at how well he was handling it.
He reached back between his legs and started playing with his cock, which was almost as hard as mine now. That just got me going even more. I gripped him tightly by his hips and really started to give it to him. My first strong thrust really woke him up.
“Oh, shit!” he yelped as he arched his back. He stroked his cock, mouth hanging open, while I fucked him. Our balls slapped together, wet with his slick, and as I watched my dick go in and out of him, I realized I was already about to come.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come!”
I pulled out of him and stroked my dick, ready to blast all over his back, but to my surprise, Eric rolled over with light speed and opened his mouth. I aimed and pulled and fired a hot rope of cum right onto his tongue. The next shot coated his lips and chin, and the third splashed down on his neck and chest.
“Yes!” he cried out as he swallowed. “You taste so good!”
I kept pumping cum all over him, embarrassed at how quickly I’d reached orgasm. But his ass was just so tight, and knowing that I was the only one who’d ever been in it had just been too hot for me to handle. I groaned and looked down at him.
He looked completely elated, like someone who had just been told he’d won the lottery. He hadn’t come yet, and his cock was so hard, and in fact, so was mine. The post-orgasm sensitivity wasn’t really there either. It sort of was, but somehow I knew that I was already ready for Round Two. I wasn’t even going to need a break.
“You ready for more?” I asked him. It was a rhetorical question, of course, and before he could answer, I snatched him by the legs and pushed them back over his shoulders—the pancake missionary position.
“Oh, wow!” he gasped as I slid my dick back inside him—where it belonged. “Already?”
“All because of you,” I told him as I leaned in and kissed him. I didn’t want to fuck him anymore. I’d come already—now I wanted to make love.
I closed my eyes as we made out, my tongue against his, my lips wet against his. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach as I thrust in and out, in and out. I wrapped my arms around him like I wanted to crush him and focused on just how tight his little hole was and how incredible it felt.
“Baby, I’m getting close,” he said, speaking into my mouth. I brought my lips to his ear and cradled his head against mine.
“Do it,” I told him. “I want you to come.”
I was getting close too and was on the verge of knotting. This second load was going inside him, that was for sure.
“I’m coming, Brooks!” Eric cried out. I was so close, but as Eric came, his hips bucked up and his left knee slammed right into my temple.
I cried out and fell backwards, sliding out of him and toppling backwards onto the floor, landing with my knees up over my head, almost the same exact position as he had been in while I was fucking him.
“Ohh—oohhhh!” I heard him cry out, the first exclamation being the pleasure of his orgasm and the second his shock and horror at what he’d done to me.
I tried to move, but it was too late. My dick was already doing what it wanted to do. I came and shot my entire load all over my own face.
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Chapter Seven
ERIC
I did my best not to laugh as I stood in the bathroom with a wet towel, wiping Brook’s enormous load off of his face. It was completely my fault, which would have made laughing even more inappropriate. I hadn’t meant to buck my hips like that and knee him in the head and knock him backwards—it had just kind of happened. What a story for your first time!
And what a first time it had been. Not only had it been poetic, to give my virginity to my fated-mate, but he’d been an absolute fucking stud. Two loads? Who the Hell did that? When I masturbated, I was one and done, and after I’d blown my load with him, I had wanted to simply collapse onto the bed into a puddle of giggles and happiness. But of course, I couldn’t do that. I had to tend to him after completely ruining his second orgasm.
“I feel like this could be a scene out of a movie,” he smirked as I got the last big drop off his cheek. “Like Something About Mary when Cameron Diaz gets Ben Stiller’s load in her hair?”
“Uhm…”
“You’re probably too young,” he laughed. “You should watch more old movies. They’re good!”
“Maybe you can watch it with me sometime,” I smiled as I grabbed another towel and patted his face dry. “Brooks?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Can we go to bed now?” I asked him. “I just want to cuddle up with you and be all…squishy.”
“Squishy?”
“Mmhmm!” I replied, stubbornly silly. But Brooks understood completely, wrapped his arm around me and led me back into the bedroom.
“Be right back,” he said as he left the room and went downstairs. I looked around at the shabby bedroom. Many omegas would probably have been turned off by the state of it, but all I saw was potential. A little coat of paint here, some new curtains there, a hardwood bedframe and a couple of side tables.
Make this place a real home, I thought.
The most important thing of all—aside from having found my fated-mate—was the fact that I was away from my father and Mark and their horrible plans for me. Just think if Brooks hadn’t come into my life! I would have been stuck, a kept man, a prisoner in that mansion that was devoid of any soul or taste, a glorified maid to a cruel alpha who thought it was okay to own someone.
