Kayden

When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard. Rhys released my throat only to slide his hand down my chest, his fingers working open the buttons of my shirt with impatient tugs.

He pushed the fabric aside, exposing my skin, and leaned down to drag his tongue along my collarbone, then lower to one nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive bud until I hissed and bucked beneath him.

"Oh Rhys," I gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling.

"These are mine too," he growled, switching to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same wet attention. "Every part of you belongs to me tonight. I’m going to mark every inch of your body until I give you the real mark so everyone tomorrow knows exactly who fucked you so good."

His free hand moved lower, palming my cock through my trousers, and squeezed it gently.

I moaned loudly, my hips jerking to meet his touch.

The friction was maddening as there was too much fabric still between us. I wanted it all gone.

"Rhys... please," I begged, my voice turning hoarse. "Touch me properly."

"Not yet, baby," he teased, nipping at my throat right where his thumb had pressed moments ago. He popped the button on my trousers and slowly dragged the zipper down, the sound loud in the quiet apartment.

His hand slipped inside, wrapping around my hard, leaking cock.

"Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. Dripping pre-cum just from a little kissing and throat grabbing. Such a needy little omega." He kissed the side of my face as he began stroking slowly, his thumb circling the slick head, spreading the wetness down my shaft in long teasing pulls.

Every twist of his wrist made my toes curl and my breath hitch. "Rhys," I moaned out his name and grabbed the bedsheets.

"Look at how hard you are," he continued, his voice thick with lust as he pumped me steadily. "This cock is mine. I’m going to suck it until you’re shaking, until you get on the ice and are unable to skate. Then I’ll flip you over and eat your tight hole until you are begging me to fuck you raw."

I whimpered and spread my thighs wider beneath him as his strokes grew faster.

My hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel skin. Rhys saw and helped me shrug off his tuxedo and shirt, tossing them to one side of the room and revealing the hard planes of his chest and the fresh bruises from earlier.

I traced my fingers over them gently, then more boldly, my nails scraping down his abs.

"Your turn," I managed to say as the pleasure I felt between my legs was starting to make my voice shaky. "I want to taste you too."

Rhys let out a groan, his eyes darkening as they met mine. He released my cock only long enough to shove his own trousers and underwear down his hips, freeing his thick, heavy erection.

It slapped against his stomach, already leaking.

He shifted higher on the bed, straddling my chest. One hand returned to my throat, gentler this time. "Open up, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth around my cock."

I parted my lips eagerly, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of his pre-cum at his tip.

Rhys cursed softly, his hips twitching forward as I took him in my mouth, sucking the head while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit. He tasted salty and hot, the weight of him on my tongue making my own cock throb painfully between my legs.

"That’s it... good boy," he praised, his voice sounding sultry and a little rough. "Suck me just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible. I’m going to fuck your throat later, but right now I want to watch you take me deep while I play with this dripping hole."

His other hand reached back, fingers sliding between my spread thighs, teasing my entrance through the thin fabric of my underwear.

I moaned with his cock in my throat. Even that light touch made slick gush out of me, soaking the material.

Rhys groaned again, his hips rocking shallowly into my mouth. "Oh, you are so fucking wet for me already. This hole is clenching for me, isn’t it? Can’t wait to bury my tongue inside you and taste how sweet you are when you’re desperate for my cock and then you scream so loudly your voice will echoed over and over again in this empty apartment."

The dirty words combined with the slow thrust of his cock in my mouth and the teasing pressure against my hole had me moaning around him, the vibrations making him curse and tighten his fingers on my throat.

His hand slipped fully inside my underwear, fingers sliding through the soaked fabric until they met my dripping entrance.

Two thick fingers pressed against my slick hole, rubbing slow circles over the fluttering rim before pushing in just the tip, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

More slick gushed out around his fingers, coating them instantly as he worked them deeper, scissoring gently while his thumb brushed over my perineum.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, voice rough with lust. "You’re absolutely drenched. This pretty little hole is sucking my fingers in like it’s starving. So hot and slippery... I can feel you pulsing around me."

He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside me, making my hips jerk and a muffled cry vibrate around his cock. He kept the slow, shallow thrusts going in my mouth while his fingers pumped steadily, spreading my slick everywhere.

"That’s it... make a mess for me," he murmured, adding a third finger and stretching me wider. "I am going to eat this hole next until you’re shaking, then fuck you raw until my knot locks us together and fills you up with my seed."

I whimpered helplessly around his length, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his cock on my tongue and his fingers deep inside me.