Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

Chapter 30

30 It Will Never Fit (NSFW)

“What’s this? Your mouth says no but you are hard,” Ronan chuckled and gave Lucien another squeeze.

“Ngh...!”

Lucien clawed into Ronan’s back. “God damn it, stop squeezing!”

Ronan carried Lucien to the desk and lowered him on top of it.

“You can also squeeze mine,” Ronan said teasingly. He led one of Lucien’s hands to touch between his own legs. Lucien widened his eyes when his hand was pressed against a certain erect organ.

It was huge. Bigger than what he remembered. How could he grow so much within seven years? Lucien had not discovered similar growth with his own, if anything.

Preposterous.

Lucien scoffed.

.....

He averted his gaze and withdrew his hand quickly as if he just touched a scalding pot containing boiling water and balled it into a fist.

“Don’t avert your eyes. Take a look.”

Ronan unzipped his pants and a long, thick penis sprang free. Purple veins protruded from the dark red rod, looking more like a weapon of mass destruction than a sexual organ.

Lucien’s eyes started burning. He turned away but his chin was quickly captured by Ronan again. They soon fell back into deep kissing.

Ronan’s kissing skills advanced by leaps and bounds from the time he was eighteen years old. Lucien was seething inside. He should congratulate this player on the remarkable progress. The Ronan that Lucien knew was a clumsy alpha who never even held hands with a girl.

Even their first time was awkward.

But Lucien was happy during the short time they spent with each other in the Alpha Camp. He willingly gave his first time to Ronan, and he was glad to be Ronan’s first as well.

“Hmm...”

Lucien’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in pleasure as he drowned more and more in Ronan’s kisses. The latter plundered the inside of his mouth with vigor, pouring in it every inch of his ferocious passion for Lucien.

This possessiveness was new to Lucien.

Ronan used to be meek and compliant when he was in love.

When did he become tyrannical and forceful? When he became an Alpha? The thought caused Lucien to bite into Ronan’s bottom lip resentfully. Ronan responded with another bite. He lowered Lucien to the desk and pressed his hands against Lucien’s, intertwining their fingers intimately.

That one bite was Lucien’s last act of resistance. His rut was clouding his brain in a lusty haze, as it did Ronan’s.

“Fuck,” Ronan cursed under his breath after he broke the kiss. Both of them were panting hard after such intensive and long kisses.

“I never thought I would fall into a rut here and now. Lulu, let me fuck you, okay? We both need the release.”

Lucien did not answer. He turned his expressionless face to the side but he did not say no. Encouraged by the absence of Lucien’s usual protests, Ronan did not waste any time and got to work.

The Alpha unbuttoned Lucien’s pants and stripped them off in an instant. He did not have enough patience to take off Lucien’s underpants. They were ripped into two and tossed aside crudely. After he kicked off his own pants and underpants, he started to take off both of their shirts. Or better said ripped them off their bodies.

Lucien sucked in a deep breath when Ronan took hold of his penis and gave it a squeeze. Fueled by a vengeful spirit, Lucien propped himself up from the desk and grabbed Ronan’s none-too-gently. They stared at each other with eyes that were drunk on passion and lust, holding each other hostage with their hands.

Ronan gently massaged Lucien’s penis, going slowly from the base to the tip in an attempt to milk the man. Lucien gritted his teeth. He did the same to Ronan and elicit the same reaction from him. Their expressions probably reflected each other’s. A look of great consternation coupled with an unrelenting urge to win this competition.

The one to submit to the pleasure first was the loser.

The last man standing was the winner. A competition that was only possible between two alpha males who were born and raised with only one thing nailed into their skulls: pride.

The pain was too great.

Ronan grabbed a handful of Lucien’s hair and forced both of them to indulge in another sinful round of kisses. Lucien found himself rocking on the desk, moving against Ronan’s hand in an upward thrusting motion.

The corner of Ronan’s mouth ticked up when he noticed that Lucien was enjoying his touch. He expertly applied pressure using his thumb, drawing whimpers from the man he was kissing.

The sensitive glans was flicked a few times by Ronan until Lucien could not take it anymore. He was aching for sweet release. He started fucking Ronan’s hand savagely, climbing the peak of pleasure without a single ounce of care toward anything else. The penis in Ronan’s hand started to swell and then spewed out turbid liquid at Ronan’s chest.

“Aaahhh... Ahhhhhh...!!!”

Lucien broke the kiss and arched his back. He released Ronan’s penis and supported himself with both arms at the desk to prevent himself from falling. His whole frame was trembling violently as his essence shot out violently. Without letting go of Lucien’s penis, Ronan calmly scooped the cum off his chest and rubbed an index finger at Lucien’s opening. The latter flushed in an instant.

“Wait, I am still...!!! Ahh...!!!”

Lucien’s protests were drowned in moans when the single finger pushed into his moist tunnel, using his own cum as lubrication. The knot on Lucien’s penis was yet to subside, but he was already under attack by Ronan’s ruthless finger.

“So tight,” Ronan commented, but he was more than pleased to feel the man’s inner muscles clamping on his finger like that. Either Lucien had not been active sexually, or he had been sleeping with men with tiny dicks.

The first finger was quickly joined by another. Together they were stabbing into Lucien’s belly while he was still shooting cum from his knot. When Ronan pressed a third finger in, Lucien’s eyes widened in terror.

“It will never fit!” he exclaimed, grabbing Ronan’s wrist to stop him.

“It has to,” Ronan growled. “My penis is thicker than my three fingers together.”