2 - HOOKUP

"Does it matter?" the stranger asked. His voice was a low, velvet growl that wrapped around me like smoke in the darkened suite.

My pulse thundered in my ears. “No,” I whispered. 

The admission tasted like surrender on my tongue.

The man did not hesitate. 

He closed the distance in a single predatory step and slammed his mouth over mine in a kiss that stole every rational thought from my head. 

It was not gentle or exploratory like I was used to.

It was raw hunger. 

Our tongues slid hot and wet together while his teeth nipped at my lips in deep, filthy strokes that left me moaning into his mouth like I was starving for it.

The man tasted of whiskey and something wild, and I could not get enough. 

I clutched at the broad shoulders beneath his tailored jacket. 

My fingers dug in as the kiss grew messier, saliva-slick and desperate.

Large hands roamed down my back, gripping my ass and yanking our hips together so I could feel the thick, heavy length of his cock already straining against his pants. 

I gasped at the size as a shiver raced through me, but the stranger only kissed me harder and devoured every sound I made.

“You’re shaking,” the man murmured against my lips. 

He nipped at the bottom one before soothing it with his tongue. “Still sure you want this, little human?”

“I’m sure,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”

The stranger pushed me back against the heavy wooden door with controlled power. 

One thick thigh wedged between my legs to grind against my aching cock. My head fell back with a thud, exposing my throat. 

The man took immediate advantage, sucking and biting along the sensitive skin and leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. 

I whimpered as my hips rolled helplessly against that powerful thigh.

“Take off your jacket,” I demanded breathlessly.

The man chuckled darkly and stepped back just enough to shrug out of his suit jacket. 

It pooled on the floor. 

My trembling fingers attacked the buttons of his dark shirt, but he caught my wrists.

“Easy,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Let me.”

He stripped the shirt away with efficient movements and revealed a body that looked carved from marble and shadow, with a broad chest, ridged abs, and powerful arms corded with muscle. 

The unnatural heat radiating from his skin made me dizzy as he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

Bare chest to bare chest, the stranger crowded me again. 

His hands explored every inch of my lean torso while his thumbs circled my nipples until they tightened into hard peaks.

“Touch me,” I begged, my voice breaking.

The man obliged, but on his own terms. He spun me around suddenly, pressed my chest to the door, and ground his massive erection against my ass through our clothes. 

One hand snaked around to palm my cock while the other pinched a nipple. 

I moaned loudly and pushed back against him.

We stumbled toward the bed in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. 

When my knees hit the mattress, the stranger lifted me effortlessly and tossed me onto the center of the massive bed. 

I bounced once with my eyes wide as he crawled over me like a predator.

“Look at me,” the stranger commanded. His grey eyes glowed with feral intensity in the city light. 

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch who’s ruining you tonight.”

I nodded frantically and reached up to run my fingers through his thick dark hair. 

The man kissed me again, deep and claiming, before trailing his mouth lower. 

He sucked bruises into my collarbone, bit sharply at one nipple and then the other. 

I arched and cried out as my cock leaked against my stomach.

The stranger peeled away the rest of my clothes with reverent hunger until I lay completely naked, flushed and hard. 

Then he stood briefly to shed his own trousers. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, and intimidatingly large, with the head already glistening with precum.

I licked my lips, nervous but aching with curiosity. “I… I’ve never…”

“I know,” the man said softly as he crawled back over me. 

“You’re a virgin. I can smell it. We’ll go slow at first. But I need your mouth on me.”

He guided me up gently, sat back against the headboard, and pulled me between his spread thighs. 

I leaned down, tentative at first, and pressed sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the thick shaft. The man groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair.

“That’s it. Taste me.”

Emboldened by the praise, I licked the head and savored the salty tang, then tried to take him deeper. 

It was messy. 

My mouth stretched wide and saliva dripped down the shaft as I bobbed sloppily, gagging softly when the tip hit the back of my throat. 

The stranger did not push. 

He only murmured filthy encouragement.

“Fuck, look at you. Virgin mouth sucking cock like you were born for it. So sloppy and eager… good boy.”

I moaned around the length in my mouth. The vibrations made his hips twitch. 

After several minutes of my enthusiastic but inexperienced worship, the stranger pulled me off with a wet pop and flipped me onto my back.

“My turn.”

He pushed my legs up and apart, exposing me completely. 

I flushed with embarrassment, but the man only growled appreciatively and dove in. 

His tongue licked a broad, wet stripe from my balls to my hole, then circled the tight rim with filthy precision. 

I keened loudly and fisted the sheets as the man ate me out like a starving animal. 

His tongue fucked inside me, sucking and licking while he hummed filthy vibrations against my sensitive flesh.

“Oh god… Alpha, please….” I babbled, not even realizing what I had said.

The man lifted his head. His lips were shiny with spit. “What do you want to call me?”

I panted as my hole twitched. “What… what should I call you?”

The stranger’s eyes darkened with possessive delight. “Call me Alpha.”

“Alpha,” I whimpered obediently. “Please, Alpha… I need more.”

Alpha rewarded me by spearing his tongue deeper, then replacing it with thick, slick fingers. 

One, then two, scissoring and stretching while his mouth sucked my cock in long, wet pulls. 

Three fingers became four, curling relentlessly against my prostate until I was thrashing and moaning like a whore with tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes.

When I was loose, dripping, and begging incoherently, Alpha slicked his massive cock and lined up.

“Breathe for me,” he murmured as he pressed the fat head against my entrance.

He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, while he manhandled my hips to the perfect angle. 

I whimpered at the burning stretch and dug my nails into Alpha’s shoulders.

“So tight… fuck, this virgin hole is gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

Once he was fully seated, Alpha stilled and kissed me through the adjustment with deep, filthy kisses that distracted from the pain. 

When I started rocking my hips and begging for movement, Alpha unleashed. 

He fucked me roughly with powerful thrusts that drove the breath from my lungs.

The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with my broken moans and Alpha’s growls. 

He bit down on my shoulder hard enough to leave a claiming mark, then soothed it with his tongue.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby. Moaning like a desperate little slut for Alpha’s dick. This hole was made for me.”

I cried out with every brutal thrust. My legs wrapped around Alpha’s waist as he manhandled me, flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me up onto my knees, and fucked me harder. 

Alpha’s hand wrapped around my cock and stroked in time with his thrusts.

I came first with a shattered scream, spilling over his fist. 

Alpha kept pounding through it and chased his own release. 

Then I felt it. 

The base of Alpha’s cock swelled as something pushed against my prostate with pressure.

“Alpha…!” I gasped, my eyes wide.

“Gonna knot you,” Alpha snarled, his voice wrecked. 

I didn't even know what was happening and what he was calling a knot.

“Lock my cum deep inside this sweet human hole.”

The bulbous knot stretched me impossibly wider and forced whimpers of pained pleasure from my throat as it popped past my rim and swelled fully inside. 

Alpha came with a roar. 

Hot pulses of cum flooded my insides in heavy, endless streams. 

I felt every spurt pouring directly into my core and filling me so full I thought I might burst. 

The pressure against my prostate sent me spiraling into another dry, shuddering orgasm.

We stayed locked together and panted. 

Alpha rolled us carefully onto our sides with me still impaled on the thick knot. 

I felt drunk and high on sex and endorphins, my body buzzing. 

I nuzzled into Alpha’s sweaty chest like a needy kitten, pressed soft kisses to the heated skin, and inhaled that pine-and-wild scent.

Alpha held me close. 

One hand stroked soothing circles on my back.

“Sleep now. You are mine,” he murmured. He pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my damp forehead and pulled the duvet over us both.

I mumbled something incoherent and already drifted off, safe and sated in the stranger’s arms.