an ache for release in my balls and an intense urge, like an itch that could only be scratched in one way. I wanted to feel him inside of me. This was all new, and it was quite addicting. I felt like I was going a little crazy. I slipped my hand down and brushed it against the front of his pants. Markos got the hint. He gripped me tightly and I felt his hand take a firm hold of my ass. It was so good to be touched like that. I wanted more.
I reached up and gently put two fingers on Markos’s forehead. He looked up to try to see what I was doing, and I said, “Just relax. Look for the light.”
I reached out to the spectral realm, stepped across the threshold with him with me, and forged the connection. His eyes fluttered back for a moment before he closed them, and I felt the electric energy of our synchronization as I twisted our spectral auras together. I pushed my palm against his bulge, which was quickly growing hard and massive, and massaged him through his pants. The café around us slowly melted away, and we were floating together in an ocean of starlight. He tugged me into a kiss that sent sparks popping in my head. How could this feel so incredible?
My hands went to his button, and with a snap, I was pushing his pants down to his ankles and dropping to my knees in front of him. His cock was waiting for my mouth, and I wasn’t going to delay. I gripped it tightly and drew my tongue across his balls, gently sucking them into my mouth. Markos moaned, and I jolted in automatic reaction to the sensation I felt running through my body. This was what I was looking for. It was like I could feel his pleasure reflecting into me like I was experiencing it for myself, and as I worked my lips up his length to his head, I reached out with my mind and brought us deeper into the spectral vortex.
How far could I take us? It felt like this was only the surface of what we could experience. If I could make our energies one, in perfect union, what would happen?
Markos filled my mouth with his girth, and all the techniques from my books swirled around in my mind. I wanted to do this right and make him feel as good as possible, and it wasn’t difficult. I could feel everything. I zeroed in on his pleasure until I was moaning on his cock, and my hardness was throbbing and on the verge of finish. And when he finally did come, he jerked back and pulled out of my mouth and released himself onto my face and glasses.
I fell backward, my orgasm shaking my body. I lost concentration, and the energy connection fell apart. Slowly, everything came back into focus. I was sitting on the tile floor of the café’s kitchen, breathing hard. His come dripped down my face, and I couldn’t help myself but lick it as it dripped on my lips. He’d propped himself against the counter and looked like he was about to slide onto the floor, too. The water kettle behind him was whistling, and he reached behind him and shut off the heat.
“Hounds of hell,” he said. “I came so hard.”
I realized I’d made a total mess of myself. I’d become a frosted cake, and I’d come in my underwear. “I think I need to go clean up,” I said as my mind returned to clarity. I stood up and held my hand over the front of my pants. “I kind of made a mess …”
“Shit,” Markos said, straightening up and looking like he’d come out of a dream. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get your face like that.” He shuffled away, his pants still at his ankles, and grabbed a dishtowel.
“Thank you,” I said, laughing and wiping my face.
I cleaned up in the restroom and took a moment to gather myself. There was still a longing that lingered inside of me, like a soreness that still hadn’t been relieved and a hunger that hadn’t been satisfied yet. I hadn’t thought I would ever feel this way about an alpha. Markos had sparked something inside of me, and all I could think about was getting more of it.
When I went back out, he was waiting for me with a cup of tea.