“Want it?” Greg asked, reaching down to stroke his cock. Dale moaned. Greg smiled, climbing onto the bed. He straddled Dale’s chest, still kneeling. “Suck me.”
Dale’s cheeks scorched. He scrambled up, supporting himself on one arm as he curled his fingers around Greg’s cock, breathing in the musk of it, its length hot against his fingers. Dale licked it first, dragging his tongue from base to tip like Greg had done for him, flicking just beneath Greg’s sensitive head. Greg bared his teeth, leaking salty onto Dale’s tongue.
Then Dale took him into his mouth, his lips stretching around Greg’s cock, and Greg’s hips jerked, his breath staggering.
“Gods, you feel damn good,” Greg hissed, his fingers curling into Dale’s hair, guiding him closer. Dale moaned around his cock, sucking on it, his lips sliding against silky skin. It tasted good, like alpha, like Greg and sweat and skin.“Want me inside?”
Gods, just thinking about Greg’s cock stretching him open... Dale’s hole squeezed, utterly ready for his alpha. “Yes.”
Greg slid out of his mouth, his cock glistening. Dale squirmed, his slick smearing across the sheets.
“Spread for me,” Greg said, easing backward until he was between Dale’s thighs. Dale reached down, pulling his cheeks open, showing Greg his sensitive, vulnerable hole. Greg groaned. He pointed his tip down, trailing it over the underside of Dale’s cock, sending a frisson of pleasure down his nerves. “Want a condom?”
Dale chuckled. “I think it’s pointless to use one now, isn’t it?”
“Thought I’d ask anyway,” Greg murmured, meeting his eyes. Dale’s heart thudded. It was considerate of Greg.
“Put it in,” he breathed, spreading his cheeks apart wider, lifting his hips to temp Greg with his hole. “Now.”
Greg smirked, dragging his cock over Dale’s balls, over his taint, rubbing it over Dale’s hole. Then he pushed inside, spreading Dale open, and Dale’s breath punched out of his lungs.
Greg was his student, and he was sliding all the way in, his cock thick inside Dale, filling him up inch after inch. And Dale’s body stretched pleasantly around him, his own cock tellingly hard, his body screaming yes, yes, yes.
Then Greg’s balls bumped against Dale’s ass, and he was all the way inside, and Dale could only pant, his body adjusting to Greg’s thickness. Greg’s fingers pressed into Dale’s hips, anchoring him to the bed, and he was building a rhythm, fucking deeper in, his eyes watching Dale, watching the way he opened Dale’s hole.
Dale’s face burned, but he needed more of this, of Greg moving inside him, his solid cock rocking inside his body, sending pleasure sizzling up his spine.
“More,” Dale gasped, digging his nails into the sheets. “Greg, please.”
“Harder?” Greg murmured, snapping his hips forward, grinding against his prostate. Dale cried out, his cock pulsing. He couldn’t describe the pleasure that Greg fucked into him, over and over. His fingers dug into his knees, and he gasped for breath as Greg’s cock sank into him, stroking his body inside.
Greg reached down to stroke Dale’s cock, sliding his foreskin away from his head. Then he swirled his thumb around Dale’s exposed tip, just the way Dale liked it, and pleasure crashed through his body.
His spine arched, his cock throbbed. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he knew was Greg’s touch, the heat of Greg’s body, the way Greg murmured above him, his voice gravelly.
When he blinked himself back into his bedroom, Greg hovered above him, his face inches away, his cock surging inside Dale. “I’m gonna come,” he murmured between ragged breaths, his strokes forceful and deep.
“Yes,” Dale whispered, cradling Greg’s waist, pulling him closer. “Please.”
A growl fell from Greg’s lips; he thrust in harder, his cock swelling, sweat beading across his skin. Dale watched as he squeezed his eyes shut, fucking in a final time, his chest heaving.
For a moment, they breathed, Greg pressing their foreheads together, his body curled around Dale’s, powerful and possessive. Dale watched the sweat trickling down his neck, the thick lashes lining his eyes, the muscles of his shoulders taut. He was beautiful.
Greg could’ve chosen anyone, and he chose to return to Dale.
When his breathing evened out, Greg kissed him on the lips. Then he kissed Dale on the cheeks, eyelids, nose, and Dale’s heart pattered. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you I appreciate this,” Greg whispered, trailing kisses along Dale’s cheek, to his ear. “Showing you that I want you.”
Dale watched him, speechless. When he’d brought Greg home, he’d expected sex, yes. But not Greg to treat him with such tenderness. Not someone like Dale, when this couldn’t possibly last.
“Want my knot?” Greg asked, sliding his wrist over Dale’s chest, leaving his scent on Dale’s skin.
“Yes,” Dale said, cautiously touching Greg’s thigh. “I’m really pregnant, aren’t I?”
Greg pressed his nose into Dale’s hair, breathing in deep. “Yeah, I think so. You smell different from last week. It’s kinda faint, but your scent is sweeter.”
And in just one week, Dale’s life had changed, for better or worse. He’d wanted a child too much to regret it.
As Greg’s knot swelled inside him, Dale moaned, gazing up at this alpha, this man who had pursued him for two months. They weren’t in love. But Greg had promised to commit, and Dale... felt safe in his arms. Felt wanted.
The corners of his eyes prickled. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had needed him this close.
“What’s wrong?” Greg asked, kissing his temple.
“It’s just funny,” Dale said, his throat tight. “I’ve never... never had an alpha want me. Not until you.”
“I thought you were married.”
“It was arranged. He—” Dale swallowed, remembering harsh words and withering looks. “He annulled the union when I couldn’t bear him heirs.”
“Fucker,” Greg muttered. “That’s not what an alpha’s supposed to do!”
Dale laughed dryly, shrugging. “It was in the contract. He’d given me three years instead of one. Thinking back on it, I don’t think he should have.”
He thought about Charles’ parents, with their prying
