Call’s big hand on his neck caught him off guard in the most delicious way. Call closed the very short distance between them and pressed his hard length against Alpha’s ass. He could feel Call’s thick chest hair against his back. Feel his elevated heartbeat. Smell the masculinity pouring off him, off his war hero. “You think because you turn on that sexy French accent that I’m gonna get weak in the knees. Hmm, baby. You think you’re gonna make me lose focus.”
“John,” Alpha hissed
“Shut the fuck up.” Call yanked Alpha into his chest. He spun him around and gripped him under his chin. “Get on the bed.”
Alpha watched Call step back so he could do what he was told. And he did. Alpha crawled onto their king-sized bed and turned onto his back, spreading his tan legs in invitation. He smirked seductively and reached down to cup his balls, knowing how much Call loved to bite on them and make him scream his name. Alpha squeezed and pulled on his sack, his back arched off the bed as he tortured his own balls. Call’s body was strung tight fighting to maintain his control. Alpha could see it, hell he could already taste it.
“I know how much power you have inside you, mon amour . Come to me. Let’s give each other what we both need,” Alpha moaned, stroking his cock. His eyes never leaving his lover’s. “I need you, John. Need you so damn bad.”
As if Call’s last shred of control snapped, he was on the bed and pressing Alpha into the firm mattress before Alpha could beg anymore. Call’s wide body spread his legs farther apart and Alpha was just able to hook his ankles around his commander’s body. “ Oui , cher .”
The kiss stole Alpha’s breath away. He was tucked away into a massive chest and hugged by strong arms while he placed kisses all over Call’s left side. He ran his tongue along the indentions and craters on Call’s throat, savoring the soft hisses of air the touches made him release. “More,” Call sighed against his cheek. Nipping and licking up his stubbled chin to his eyes. Call looked down on him and one side of his mouth twitched and Alpha knew they were back, they were okay.
“You’re not mad.” Alpha nuzzled into Call’s warmth.
“I’m not mad, Daskshaun. I just want you safe and with me.” Call’s voice vibrated against his own lithe chest.
“I’ll always be with you. I can’t leave you. I wouldn’t survive.” Alpha made sure Call saw the sincerity in his gaze.
Call gripped both of Alpha’s hands and pulled them above his head, pressing them into the leather padding of their headboard. Alpha moaned at the move. Call thrust his hard cock into his groin, making Alpha’s already weeping cock pulse with anticipation.
“Keep them there,” Call ordered before sliding down Alpha’s body. He kissed and nibbled at his nipples and Alpha immediately wanted to bury his fingers in Call’s short hair.
“I wanna touch you,” Alpha grumbled.
“Keep them there.” Call’s tone was so forceful and passionate Alpha didn’t even consider not obeying.
When Alpha’s dick was engulfed in warm, wet heat, his hips elevated off the bed until strong hands pinned him back down. “Oh. My. Gods. John, that’s it.” Call knew exactly how to please him. Always drove Alpha to the point of craziness and let him loose. He tried to keep his eyes on his man but the pleasure was too extreme. The head of his dick was lodged in Call’s throat while he swallowed around it. Call applied more suction and oh so slowly pulled back one inch at a time, stopping at his cap, flicking it with his tongue. Alpha needed to thrust, rut, anything to keep that feeling going. “More,” he growled.
Call chuckled sadistically and swallowed him whole again. He gripped both of Alpha’s muscular ass cheeks and shoved him in and out of his mouth, controlling how deep and how fast Alpha fucked his face. “Goddamnit. Let me touch you now, mon amour .”
Call rubbed one hand up and down