And he needed more.
“You think you’re so big,” Jesse hissed. “But you’re not.”
Dom growled, his eyes gleaming at the challenge. And he pulled out almost all the way, fucking in so hard that Jesse arched off the couch, electricity jolting through his entire body.
Dom pulled out, spat again, and rammed back inside, a savage thrust that lit all of Jesse’s nerves on fire.
“Feel good?” Dom murmured, leaning in. The heat of his chest radiated into Jesse’s back.
“Not good enough,” Jesse retorted.
Dom snarled, grasped Jesse’s hips, and increased his rhythm, shoving hard against Jesse’s prostate in a way that made him shudder, his cock aching, pleading for mercy.
It felt so fucking good that Jesse couldn’t believe they’d waited this long, that Dom wasn’t coming right away—gods knew he was hanging on by a thread.
Dom reached around, grasping Jesse’s erection roughly. “Fuck.”
Jesse ground back against him. “You’re losing your touch, old man.”
Dom bristled. And his next thrust razed pleasure through Jesse’s veins, his strokes turning vicious as he pounded into Jesse.
It burned, some. Not enough for Jesse to want this to stop. Over and over, Dom stretched him open, fucking in so deep that his balls tapped against Jesse’s taint. Jesse felt nothing else—only this alpha deep inside him, the pressure lighting up places he didn’t even know existed.
He wanted to hold out so Dom would know he couldn’t make Jesse come. But like before, Dom’s thrusts pulled his nerves tight. Dom’s breathing turned uneven, his cock growing thicker. Jesse couldn’t hold back. Not when he wanted Dom’s come inside him.
“You won’t fucking make me scream,” Jesse hissed over his shoulder, shoving at Dom to make him fuck harder.
Dom gripped him so tightly, it felt like he’d leave bruises on Jesse’s skin. And he ground his cock against Jesse’s prostate, deeper, harder, until Jesse’s breath fled him and he was struggling not to come, his insides turning molten, his balls pulling tight.
He couldn’t stop himself.
Dom plunged in with a sweet rush of sensation, and the dam broke inside Jesse. He roared, arching as pleasure ripped violently through his body, yanking pulses and pulses of come out through his cock. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even remember who he was, or how he’d gotten here.
He must’ve clenched too tight around Dom, because Dom swore, his strokes turning feverish, his breath soughing against Jesse’s shoulder. Then Dom bit down hard and snarled, and his cock jerked, emptying a flood of warmth deep inside Jesse’s body.
They were quiet for a moment after that. Jesse panted, trying to catch his breath. The fog in his head was starting to clear—ever so slowly. It felt like he’d run a hundred miles, and his body ached. Exhaustion? He didn’t know.
He sagged forward on the couch, his sweat smearing over the soft leather. It wasn’t the first time he’d had sex. But it was the first time he’d been touched there, and it had blown every other sexual experience out of the water.
Dom had done that to him.
Because Jesse had submitted. Because Jesse had bent over, and did what alphas shouldn’t do. He’d let himself be used, he’d let himself be less.
Did omegas feel like this when they had sex? Probably not. Omegas liked to submit. It was their thing. But for an alpha to do that... it meant he was weak.
Except he had enjoyed it. Did that mean he was twisted? Sick? Had Dom seen him as an omega?
Jesse closed his eyes, shame prickling down his neck. He hadn’t figured out what he’d do after this, but it certainly wasn’t sticking around to see what Dom thought of him.
Dom leaned back, sliding out. The movement sent the remnants of pleasure whispering through his body—for a heartbeat, Dom was still inside, his cock keeping Jesse stretched open. Then it left him completely, and something wet trickled down his thigh, warm and sticky.
Behind, Dom growled. Thick fingers pressed flush against Jesse’s hole—to close it? To keep the rest of Dom’s come from dripping out?
Jesse’s face burned; he didn’t want to meet Dom’s eyes.
Dom stepped away, his warmth fading. Somewhere in the next room, glasses clinked against a stone countertop. “Coffee liqueur?” Dom asked, his voice husky.
Why would Dom offer him that? Jesse didn’t know, but he knew he needed to leave. He found his clothes. He shoved his legs down his pants, his head spinning a little. It was difficult to zip his fly when his knot was growing. But Jesse managed.
It was when Jesse was straightening his shirt, that Dom stepped back into the living room. “I’m going,” Jesse said before Dom could comment.
“You’re welcome to breakfast,” Dom said.
What was that supposed to mean? That Dom was wining and dining him? Treating him like an omega? Or something?
An inexplicable surge of melancholy swamped through Jesse’s chest. Where had that come from? He didn’t know. But at least the heat in his body had receded somewhat, and he could think again.
“I’m going home,” Jesse said. “No, thanks.”
“I’ll call you a cab,” Dom said.
Why, so he could pretend that Jesse was someone he could take care of? “No,” Jesse muttered. He left off his underwear and socks, stuffing them all into his pocket. Then he stepped into his shoes, heading over to the door. He wasn’t walking completely straight, and his ass was starting to ache.
It wasn’t like him to be this jittery around Dom, but he’d never had Dom fuck him in the ass, either. A small part of him wanted to do this again. The rest of him said it was a bad idea.
Jesse fumbled with the door, stepping outside. The air was fresher there, and he
