Alpha's Dirty Secret - Part 8

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays fully consensual interactions.

Cole didn’t move right away. He just leaned back like he had all the time in the world. Legs spread, arms behind his head, cock resting thick and soft on his thigh. He was watching me.

“So I wanna hear you say it.” he said eventually, voice low, casual, confident.

My tongue felt thick in my mouth. My throat was dry. My chest tightened with every second that passed.

“Say you’ve got a girlfriend,” he went on, that grin forming again, “but you’d rather be a cocksucker.”

The words punched something deep inside me. Every muscle in my body felt tight and trembling. I could’ve stayed silent. I could’ve gotten up and walked away. But I didn’t really want to.

My voice came out small and broken.

“I have a girlfriend,” I whispered. “But I’d rather be your cocksucker boy.”

Cole's grin cracked wider. “Attaboy...There we fuckin’ go...”

He leaned forward, reached for my face, and pressed two fingers against my lips. I opened without even being told. He slipped them inside, slow and firm, pressing on my tongue until my jaw ached. His fingers stretched the side of my mouth wider.

He studied me, eyes dark. “That mouth’s so wet. Fucking Perfect.”

He reached down, his fingers moving through my jaw, thumb gently pressing into my bottom lip until I opened my mouth.

“Let’s stretch that mouth out. You’re gonna need it.”

Two fingers pushed inside deep. I sucked them immediately, tongue working, cheeks hollowed like I would do anything to suck him.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Just like that.”

He slid his fingers out slow, watching the spit string between them and my mouth. Then wiped them across my cheek.

A smear of spit.

“Open wider.”

I did.

He held his cock in his hand now, soft but warm, the skin loose and slightly flushed. He tapped it gently against my lips.

“You want it?”

I looked up at him. “Please, sir. Let me taste you.”

He grinned. “That’s more like it.”

Then he slid the head of his cock into my mouth just offering me a little taste. He watched me the entire time, reading every twitch of my body and every shift in my breath. My tongue pressed up under the head. I swirled it slowly, feeling the weight of him even soft.

Cole didn’t move. He let me do the work. “Take your time,” he said. “I’m not fucking you yet. I want you to feel every inch of my seven inches thick cock.”

I licked under the head, tracing the rim with the flat of my tongue. I let my lips seal around him and gave a gentle suck. He tasted clean, salty, musky. Like a man.

I was drooling.

He looked down and smirked. “You’re making a mess already?”

I nodded slightly, cock throbbing untouched in my pants.

He reached down again, took hold of my chin with one hand and used his thumb to press deeper into the side of my cheek.

“Open up.”

He stuffed two fingers inside again, this time holding my jaw open wide. Then he spit directly into my mouth again, thick and slow. It hit my tongue hot, mixed with the taste of his cock already there.

“Swallow,” he said.

I obeyed.

He pulled his fingers out and tapped the head of his cock back against my lips. “You’ve got a better mouth than the girls I fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Might keep you around.”

He reached over lazily and grabbed his phone from the side table. Unlocked it. Tapped the screen.

Porn started playing. A girl getting fucked. Loud moans. Wet slaps.

Cole looked down at me, smirked. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m not getting hard because of you.”

But I could feel it.

His cock swelling slowly in my mouth. Thickening as he watched the porn video.

I sucked carefully, keeping pressure even as he hardened. His thigh muscles flexed under my hands. His breath got a little heavier. I moaned softly around him. The weight of his cock on my tongue, the heat of his body between my palms, the smell; damn, the fucking smell was too much.

He was still a bit soft, not fully hard but not for long. Every second I sucked, he cock got a little more hard. I could feel it. My lips stretched, tongue pressed tighter, and I adjusted my position to keep taking him. I didn’t gag. Not yet. I just took my time.

Let his cock get harder inside my mouth.

Cole leaned back deeper into the couch, one hand holding his phone, eyes glued to the screen, watching some girl get railed. His other hand rested heavy on the back of my head. A weight. A claim. He didn’t even need to look at me to know I’d keep going. Like he already knew I wouldn’t stop.

“You slow now, huh?” he muttered. “Guess you do learn.”

I hummed around his cock. Heard the sharp inhale he tried to swallow.

“You are so hungry” he laughed.

He stretched his legs wider, then slowly wrapped them around my lower back. His thighs pressed firm against my chest. His scent flooded the space; sweat, skin, that rich, masculine tang of crotch musk now pressing straight into my face as I buried myself deeper.

Every breath was him. Every breath felt earned.

His cock was nearly hard now. Fully alive in my mouth, vein thick against my tongue, crown pushing past my lips every time I eased down.

Cole reached for my hair and pulled it angling my head how he liked. Then let a long line of spit fall from his mouth, landing right at the corner of mine. It slipped down onto his shaft, warm and messy.

“Keep going boy,” he whispered.

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep working my throat on his cock.

My tongue worked the underside of his cock. I sucked slow and deep, then let him slide out just far enough to lick the head again. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but none of it mattered because I was officially obsessed with how salty his cock tasted.

He looked down at me, breath shallow now. “You’ve got no fuckin’ shame, huh.”

I moaned again. The praise..had my cock throbbing in my pants.

Cole put his phone down on the couch and leaned in. Both hands now on me - one holding my hair for control, the other slowly stretching my lips apart, his thumb pressing into the corners of my mouth like he was inspecting. Testing how much I could take. His gaze was calm, almost clinical, like he was studying the way my mouth opened for him. How pliant I was becoming.

“Open wide, pretty little slut. Let’s see it all.”

My jaw dropped. I let it.

He smirked. “You’re drooling boy and I bet you are leaking down there.”

I was. I hadn’t touched myself once, but my cock was soaked. I could feel the wet patch sticking to my inner thigh.

“You think your girlfriend would recognize you like this?” he muttered. “Begging with your mouth full of another guy’s cock?”

He pulled my head off him with a wet pop. My mouth stayed open, lips swollen, spit trailing down my chin. “You’ve got a better mouth than the girls I fuck,” he said, wiping his cock across my cheek like it belonged there. “But don’t let it get to your head. I still don’t want you thinking this means you’re worth my cum yet. You’ve got a long way to go.”

I nodded. My whole body trembled. I was panting now. Drenched in the scent of him. Humiliated and desperate for Cole's cock.

He opened his legs around my back, finally giving me a bit of space to breathe. The tension in the room stayed thick as musk. My mouth was still hovering near his cock, desperate for more, but he didn’t let me get close.

He stood up slowly. Towering over me now. His cock...still heavy, still intimidating; rested against his thigh, glistening slightly with my spit.

“You’re not going deep,” he muttered, voice full of annoyance. “I’m gonna go jerk off in my room.”

I panicked.

“No, please—Cole— ”

He raised an eyebrow.

I swallowed hard. “I mean- no, sir. Sorry, sir. I’ll do better.”

He stared down at me like he was deciding if I was worth the effort. Then his lips curled into a slight smirk. “You think a soft kiss to my cock and a little nibbling is gonna make me cum, boy?”

I dropped my eyes, flushed. “What do I do, sir?”

He stepped forward, towering above me again.

“Get on the edge of the couch,” he said. “Lay back. I’ll show you how a dick properly tastes.”

I stayed kneeling between his legs, the carpet rough against my knees, my whole body pulled forward by need. I could still taste him from earlier. Still feel the heat of his sweat on my lips. Still smell the raw, masculine tang coming off his skin in waves.

Cole didn’t move. Just watched me like he knew I’d obey.

And I would.

Fuck, what was I becoming?

I had a girlfriend. A life. I was supposed to be straight. But here I was...on my knees, hard as hell, leaking in my briefs, waiting like a trained mutt for the barest taste of my roommate’s cock.

My straight roommate.

And I wanted it.

No...I needed it.

I needed him to use my mouth. To stretch my throat. To call me his bitch boy.

Cole shifted slightly, his thighs brushing my shoulders again. “Look at you,” he said, voice low. “Fuckin’ starving.”

And I knew...

He hadn’t even started.

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