So he pushes into the tight ring with the point of his tongue, licking up musky slick. Felix moans. He tastes like sex, like omega and Kade’s. Kade fucks him slowly, so Felix gasps and squirms, his thighs trembling. “Kade, please. I want you inside.”
“I’m inside,” Kade says, sliding his tongue in deeper. Felix shudders.
“I meant with your cock,” Felix groans, at the same time the door to the house squeaks open.
“Kade? I thought I heard...” His mom’s voice slices through the shadows, and Kade wants to kill every single thing right now. His mom pauses at the doorway, squinting, and he’s thankful that all she sees is Felix bent over his bike, not what he’s doing to Felix’s ass. “Oh. Hello, Felix.”
Felix covers his face. Kade imagines red surging through his cheeks. “Hi, Mrs. Brentwood.”
“Busy. See you later,” Kade says, glaring when she smiles.
“I’ll see you both later,” she says, closing the door. Felix groans into his hands.
“That didn’t happen,” he says, voice muffled. “I’m thirty years old. I don’t have people walking in on me having sex.”
“Not thinking about it,” Kade says, sliding two fingers into his ass. Felix jerks against the bike. “Want to hear you come.”
“She—Your mom will hear,” Felix groans. Kade hooks his fingers against his prostate, so Felix jolts, choking on his words.
“Yeah?” Kade smirks, slipping his hand up the front of his hips, grasping the velvety length of his cock. Felix ruts into his palm. Kade angles Felix’s cock down between his legs, so it’s caught against the bike’s chrome tubing. Felix drips into his palm, a soft moan emerging from his throat. “I want to hear you,” Kade says. “Hear how—how much you want my cock.”
He almost says hear how you’re mine, and bites his tongue, stroking Felix instead. Felix shoves himself into Kade’s hand, a moan rumbling in his chest. “You’re cruel,” Felix says. Kade pumps his cock, grinding his fingers against his very tip. Felix shivers. Kade massages his prostate, so he pants and gasps, and his precum drips down the side of Kade’s bike. “Kade—”
Kade ducks his head, tugging Felix’s cock backward, wrapping his lips around his sensitive tip. Felix cries out. He shoves his cock into Kade’s mouth. Kade sucks on him, swallowing his musky, salty precum, flicking his tongue just under his head. It makes him leak, when Felix pushes hard into his mouth, heavy and thick, like he can’t control himself. Kade slaps his ass, the sound of it echoing through the garage. Felix jerks, hissing.
“Kade, fuck me,” he groans, pushing back, his ass the slightest bit pink. Kade imagines the snug wetness of his body, Felix squeezing around his cock. He drags his lips down to Felix’s tip, slipping his tongue just under his foreskin. Felix’s breath shivers out of him. Kade kisses him right on his tip, sliding his tongue around him, grinding it against his slit. Felix swears, leaking onto his tongue.
So Kade stands, his cock taut, sliding it up against Felix’s ass. Pleasure hums through his nerves. He squeezes Felix’s cheeks together, pressing them around his cock. Then he grinds against Felix’s hole, leaking into the cleft of his omega’s ass. Felix rocks up at him, so Kade pushes his tip against Felix’s entrance, rubbing over it. “You want this?”
Felix whimpers, rocking his ass against him. Kade pushes slowly against his hole, until it stretches against him, until it opens and takes the tip of his cock, sucking him inside. He slides out, and Felix groans. “Kade, fuck me, damn you.”
“On the pill?” he asks, pushing in slowly, savoring the way Felix opens around him, his ass tight.
Felix squirms, looking at the floor. “Yes.”
And Kade slides all the way in, Felix’s ass smearing him with slick. He rocks in steadily at first, into the tightness of Felix’s body, and then he’s fucking his omega hard, pinning him against the bike, swearing as Felix trembles, gasping, his nails digging into the seat. “How does it feel?”
“Fuck,” Felix says, his voice jolting as Kade sinks home, and he chokes on his words. “Harder.”
He grips Felix’s hips, hauling him back against himself, thrusting in fast, and Felix shudders, reaching down to stroke himself. Kade lets him this time, Felix working his own cock slowly.
They build a rhythm, Felix pushing back, Kade meeting him, sliding to the hilt. Felix’s body sucks him in. Kade groans, his thrusts turning feverish, his cock growing thick with each trembling mewl that rolls from his omega’s lips. “Gonna come,” he groans.
“Yes,” Felix says, shoving himself onto Kade’s cock, and his own strokes speed up, his breathing ragged. Kade imagines his flushed cock in his hand, leaking, then spurting milky white everywhere, and he slams inside, Felix squeezing around him.
Felix shudders, shaking, his arm going still as he moans, his back arching, his voice breaking. Kade imagines his cum streaking over the bike’s chrome pipes, over the black paint, imagines Felix’s pleasure, and he trembles, the pressure at his groin surging. Pleasure explodes in his body. With a roar, Kade spills into his bondmate, and he thinks about his omega filled with his cum, marked with his scent, his bites, his pleasure.
Kade leans in, covering Felix’s body with his own. He wraps his arms around Felix’s chest, his abdomen, and Felix shivers against him, nudging his arm further down, to his hips.
They’ve done this a handful of times since the night with the lemonade stand. Back then, Kade hadn’t wanted to fuck Felix and leave, so he’d pleasured his omega instead, and ignored his own need. The next time he’d visited, Felix had reached for him, sinking to his knees to suck him off, and Kade hadn’t the strength to refuse him.
All it had taken, really, was Felix begging for him inside, and Kade had
