Chris felt as if his body didn’t belong to him. But although he was moving involuntarily, he was conscious in every act he did. From the moment he knelt down in search of Mark's penis to when he was in bed with his legs spread, seductively moving his hip waiting to be penetrated.
He had never acted in such a shameless and lewd manner. Much less in front of an alpha. Not even in front of Eric!
He had a stable partner, whom he was about to marry but had never spent his heat with him.
But now he was desperately moaning at every thrust from the alpha. His pheromones melted him, his penis rubbing his rather wet hole melted him.
He had no control over his body, and yet if he could control his own actions, things would be no different.
The involuntary way his body acted was just a bravery of his subconscious, because he knew that if he were one hundred percent conscious, he wouldn't be brave enough to even flirt.
He felt safe hiding under the pretext of his heat, because that way he could behave in the most shameless way possible. He could beg for more and the alpha could only think it was actions of his heat.
But no, because even if he didn't control his body, the actions he did, he enjoyed it completely.
His moans were genuine, his pleas for more were also genuine.
He even thought that all of the involuntary movement was just a lie that he himself had created to mask his lust for Mark.
“More! Harder! Please... Uhh! There... hit there…”
He had his face against the bed and his ass lifted at Mark's mercy. The man held his hip firmly and pushed his pelvis against his already reddened buttocks. He hadn't touched his own penis since they were in that position but had already come twice. The first was when he penetrated him again when changing positions and the second was when the hot tip of Mark's penis had hit his prostate.
He had never had a prostate orgasm, but he felt good. And he wanted more.
He wanted more and more.
Mark threw away the second condom and put another on again.
He penetrated him again, now holding him by the arms. His face and chest floated against the bed and his body was pushed forward with each thrust as if he was swinging.
Mark pushed, and his own body came back for more.
The stimulation was so good that he could no longer keep his mouth shut because it wasn’t enough to breathe with just his nose. He was probably hyperventilating but he didn't care.
He could only think of that alpha who made a mess of him.
When he felt his strong arms embracing his body, he shuddered so much that he ended up coming again. Mark realized that and hugged him tighter, kissing his neck in a gentle way compared to the ferocity of his thrusts.
“I'm losing my mind… I didn't think it would feel so good to be with an omega. I think… I won't be able to let you go, do you understand that?”
“Yes, ah! Don't do it… don't let me go… Mark…”
“I won't... so promise me I'll see you in my arms at dawn.”
Chris nodded desperately, though more than an answer to his question, it was a way of asking him to keep hugging him.
He didn’t want to hear or say anything, and although he had said what he said, he knew that it was impossible to stay. So what if he lies? Probably the alpha was also being carried away by his instincts stimulated by his heat. Mark seemed a more mature man than he, he really wasn't going serious that tonight, was he?
It was only one night's sex, right?
The next day they would wake up and look at each other awkwardly, exchange a few words and never see each other again, right?
Chris thought that was the way things had to be, but thinking about never seeing him again… why did it bother him so much? Why did it affect him so much not to feel his warmth again?
If he were more shameless, if he didn't care about Eric… Those words he said to Mark would probably be true. Because even if there was a chance that he was honest with his answer, he couldn't just get carried away by his omega instinct.
Chris's tears began to spurt down. Between the overwhelming pleasure and the great confusion in his mind, he couldn't help but cry. He didn’t feel sad or angry. He just felt like he wanted to cry.
“It's too much? Am I hurting you?” asked a worried Mark, hugging him in a protective way, while he kissed from his neck to his shoulder and slowed down his thrusts.
“Not! Please don't… don't stop…” Chris begged between cries that confused Mark.
The alpha did as he was asked, returning to his previous rhythm, focusing more on the pleasure of the omega than his own.
Mark's thrusts were strong and almost made Chris's head vibrate with each impact until he momentarily forgot his worries. That's why Chris ended up asking for more and harder, but the alpha was reluctant for fear of hurting him, so before they both knew it, Chris was riding him.
Chris was enjoying the alpha's expression, it was obvious that he didn’t expect Chris to take control. However, Mark didn’t refute and was carried away. Chris was amazed, this man was a dominant alpha, a sexual beast, and he didn't mind being ridden, which was clearly a way to demonstrate dominance over him. It seemed tender and at the same time excited him more. But he wasn't the only one excited, and he realized when the alpha's penis suddenly got bigger. How much more can it grow?, he wondered.
Riding him now wasa harder, it even hurt more than it already did. But dammit, it felt so good to have him inside that he wouldn't mind if the alpha tears his ass apart.
“You are a pretty strange alpha.” Chris said suddenly, moving slower and looking at Mark, who had a face full of confusion. The omega smiled and had the need to explain: “I'm not saying it in a bad way… uh! It’s just that... I've never met an alpha like you... you're an alpha I don't hate... Ah! Mark! Wait!”
Mark had grabbed Chris by the waist and started to push up hard while looking at him with a wide smile.
“How can I control myself if you say all those cute words?”
Chris couldn't say anything but moans, in the end he got what he wanted: to be fucked hard until he couldn't think of anything else.
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