Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 30

A/N: Chapter contains sex.

AARON • POV

"Aaron! W-Wait! We can't!"

Isadore was bright red in the face, hazel eyes as wide as saucers as I backed him into the corner like a predator trapping prey, squishing his large body up against the wall between a stool bolted to the floor and the illuminated mirror to his left.

He was panting, desperately trying to fight me off, but I was much too quick and way too determined for him to stop me. He let out a sound between a squeak of terror and a whimper of protest when I managed to hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants and shove them down his legs.

"Gotta be quiet, honey! They won't know a thing if you just muffle those pretty moans for me," I smirked, dragging his underwear down after his jeans, letting his large cock spring free from its confinement. Despite Isadore's panicked attempts to stop me, he was quickly becoming hard, his shaft bobbing and engorged with arousal. I licked my lips wantonly. Fuck, his body was absolutely everything.

"Th-This is illegal! What if we get caught?! Our dads are waiting for us... aghmm!" He cut off abruptly, slapping his hands over his mouth to hold in the lewd sound that had escaped him as I took his length in one hand, stroking him firmly, coaxing him quickly to fully erect. My hand promptly became wet and sticky with his precum and I used it as lubrication as I tugged on him. I rubbed my thumb over the plump head, smearing the fluid around as I pushed his foreskin back and forth with each determined pump.

"Loving on my alpha isn't illegal," I told him innocently, trailing kisses up his chest over his now creased shirt. I was, of course, talking absolute bullshit because it was probably classed as public indecency to jerk off my alpha in the changing rooms of a clothing store but I just couldn't help myself. And frankly, I did not care.

We'd been choosing suits for our upcoming graduation party and just the sight of Isadore shrugging on different suit jackets over his broad shoulders had worked me up into a frenzy of lust and arousal. He was stunning, and he looked too sexy for words in a suit. All classy, put together, yet absolutely regal and beautiful with all his thick, long hair and soft skin and god those beautiful hazel eyes. Ugh. I'd been suffering for hours as we walked around, until I physically couldn't hold back anymore. I needed him. Now.

So I'd ambushed my alpha in the changing rooms, the suits we were supposed to be trying on, abandoned on a hook hanging from the back of the door. Isadore was moaning behind his hands, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, his chest heaving with his panting as I squeezed and tugged his cock between us. I was hard myself and my underwear was damp with my slick, my hole preparing to take my alpha right then and there.

"Sit on the stool," I demanded breathlessly, releasing him and guiding down him towards said stool. The little cubicle was cramped and the changing rooms around us were busy and bustling with noise and movement. The overhead speakers playing annoying, repetitive pop songs, combined with the hustle and bustle of shoppers and other loud conversations happening in the changing rooms around around us, thankfully covered up most of the whimpering moans Isadore was letting out and the ones I was about to add to his pleasure song.

Isadore sat heavily, face red, lips damp and wet. I tugged my own shorts and underwear down my legs, kicking out of them with one leg so I could straddle his thighs. I ground down against him, tugging his head back for a deep kiss. Reaching behind him, I pulled on the elastic tie holding his hair up in a ponytail, letting the heavy strands free in a beautiful waterfall of dark, loose waves. I ran my fingers through his hair, grinding against him harder, our erections rubbing where they were trapped between our bodies, kissing him more passionately as my arousal consumed me.