Then Greg rubbed his fingertip over Dale’s entrance, teasing him, slipping just his fingertip inside. Dale panted, the papers on his desk rustling under his breath.
“Leg up,” Greg said, tapping on Dale’s thigh.
Dale squirmed, kicking off his shoe, shoving his pants down, sliding his leg out so he could hike it up on the desk. And this left his ass spread wider, his balls and hole exposed. Cool air brushed against his skin.
“Very nice,” Greg murmured, squeezing Dale’s balls, rolling them against his palm. Then he reached further between Dale’s legs, grasping his cock, trailing it to its sensitive tip, his touch feather-light. Dale whimpered, rutting against his hand, his cock so hard he needed to come.
“Inside,” he whispered.
Greg continued to stroke Dale’s cock, his eyes darting around the office. “Need a condom. You have one?”
Dale squirmed, his hole squeezing. Greg was going to fuck him. “Test status?”
“Negative,” Greg said. “Haven’t—haven’t slept with anyone since.”
Dale stared. “You haven’t?”
A light tint of pink swept through Greg’s cheeks. “Didn’t wanna. I was waiting for you.”
Dale’s heart skipped. Greg had been waiting for him. Greg wanted him. And his body ached harder, needing Greg inside, needing Greg’s knot filling him. Gods, this heat had to be his worst. Or his best, when Greg stood waiting, his cock thick and ready.
“Go bareback,” Dale said, lifting his hips. He reached down to spread his cheeks, showing Greg his hole. “I won’t get pregnant.”
Greg moaned, his eyes flickering between Dale’s face, and his hole. Then he rubbed his fingers over Dale’s entrance. Pushed two fingers in. Dale arched, gasping, rolling his hips. And Greg slid his fingers in to their knuckles, crooking them up against Dale’s prostate.
Pleasure shot through him like wildfire. Dale whimpered, his sweaty fingers slipping against his ass. “Greg, more. Please.”
“You’re so damn pushy,” Greg muttered, but he slid his fingers out, wiping Dale’s slick onto his cock. Then he angled his cock down, rubbing his blunt tip over Dale’s hole. “Gonna take my knot too?”
“Fuck yes,” Dale hissed, pushing his hips up.
Greg pressed down on his hole, slowly stretching him open. His tip slipped in. Then he eased the rest of his cock inside, thick and hot, and Dale trembled. “Greg,” he gasped, his body snug around his alpha. Greg was big.
“Fuck,” Greg said, sliding in completely, until his balls bumped into Dale’s ass, and he was inside, he was fucking inside, and Dale needed him to move. Greg squeezed his ass. “You’re so damn tight.”
Dave shoved his hips at Greg, trying to take him deeper. “Fuck me. Please.”
Greg slid out, thrust back in, his cock sinking home. Then he slid out again pausing, and Dale glanced over his shoulder. Greg was looking down at where they joined, sliding in slowly, and Dale could imagine the sight: his pink hole spread around Greg’s cock, taking in his entire length.
Then Greg looked up, meeting Dale’s eyes, and he slid all the way in, his cock grinding against Dale’s prostate. Dale writhed.
“Feel it?” Greg whispered, sliding out, fucking back in, and Dale couldn’t think past that thick cock inside him, stretching his body open.
“Yes,” he hissed.
Greg smirked, and his next thrust jerked Dale forward, skidding over his desk, his papers caught under him. Dale’s cock leaked onto his class worksheets.
“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” Greg said, pumping harder, shoving hard against Dale’s prostate. For a blinding moment, Dale couldn’t breathe, could only hang on to his desk, taking the vicious shove of Greg’s cock inside him.
“More,” Dale gasped.
Greg gave him more. He held on tight to Dale’s hips, his own snapping forward, thrusting deep and fast into Dale. The tension in Dale’s body wound tighter. He groaned, pushing back, and Greg pounded into him, their hips slapping, his cock a thick, unyielding presence inside Dale’s body.
Dale dripped, surrendering his body and his control. All of it belonged to his alpha now, when all he wanted was for Greg to make him come.
“Hard enough?” Greg asked, pumping in.
“No,” Dale panted, and Greg’s next stroke slid deep, sent hot pleasure sizzling through his nerves. He fucked Dale, steady and unrelenting, and Dale forgot everything but this alpha inside him, Greg’s cock massaging his body, swelling bigger, about to fill him with his seed. Dale’s fingers crushed his papers, moans ripping from his throat.
“I’m gonna come,” Greg growled, anchoring his arm around Dale’s hips, holding him down so he slid home, hard and hot, jerking Dale’s entire body with his thrusts.
Then he slid his hand down to Dale’s cock, stroking him carefully like he remembered Dale was sore, and Dale shuddered. He cares. The dam burst. Pleasure slammed through his body, arching his spine, tensing his limbs, and Dale only knew the heat of Greg’s body around him, hard and careful and safe, and he was gasping, clutching the edge of his desk, trying to hang on as he spilled.
Behind, Greg snarled, fucking Dale through his pleasure. He sank in deep, over and over, until his cock jerked inside Dale, and his fingertips pressed heavy into Dale’s hip, his cock filling Dale with spurts of heat.
He’s coming inside me, Dale thought, panting as he pushed his ass firm against Greg’s hips, needing to catch every drop of his come. I want his babies.
Greg’s arms tightened around him. He held on to Dale, his chest heaving, his cock pulsing, and a primal instinct in Dale relaxed. He had Greg’s seed. It sat potent inside him, and the thought made his cock twitch.
Dale caught his breath, relaxing into Greg’s warmth, the sturdy wall of his body. It felt like he belonged somewhere, and this was good. Safe.
Then Greg leaned back to pull out, and Dale’s pulse stuttered.
“No,” he blurted, curling his fingers around Greg’s forearm. Greg was withdrawing before his knot grew, and Dale understood that. It was a courtesy. But Greg had
