alpha will who’s working with mack’s dad. he’s his closest and most trusted guy in the company right now and rick knows he will want to put him in charge one day, so he makes sure will spends enough time with him to learn.
celebrinis go to their summer house and of course, will gets an invitation.
he comes two days after mack and his family came there, looking so perfect and fresh, with his pretty long golden curls and baby blue shorts, and white shirt that gets half unbuttoned just few hours later when they’re all catching some sun at the lake.
and mack can’t stop staring. cant stop staring at will’s handsome veiny hands, his strong shoulders, his tanned chest, that impossibly attractive happy trail that gets lost under the shorts that are hanging too low on his hips. his strong legs, thick muscular thighs. he wants to bury his head between them and suck him for so long they will both forget their own names.
and this scent. this perfect mix of earl grey tea and vanilla. it makes mack’s nose itch and his head buzz, and his heart pound furiously with need.
mack never had such a crush on anyone. and the fact that will’s so nice doesn’t help. he always notices mack, always includes him, always stays close, always so gentle and respectful. he’s older and responsible, and mack’s whole family love him. just such a perfect alpha.
will is a gentleman and it makes mack incredibly horny.
so one night after coming to bed, when the house is already asleep, mack thinks about how perfect will looked few hours ago, shirtless and sweaty, while playing tennis with aiden. how the drops of sweat kept dripping from his forehead and down across his abs, and he imagines how it would feel like, if he was able to lick the sweat from will’s tan skin.
mack squeezes his thighs, fully aware of how wet he is already. his hand sneaks under the fabric of his shorts and he almost moans will’s name when he presses his fingers to his hot, wet pussy.
he comes twice - for so long, slick dripping down his shaking thighs, just so nasty, once from his own fingers and once from humping his pillow, imagining it’s will face he’s riding.
he doesn’t bother with putting an underwear on and he doesn’t pick a fresh pair of shorts neither, his pussy still wet with juices, the shorts also soaked from before he took them off. and he comes downstairs to get a glass of ice cold water.
in the half dark kitchen, will sits by the table with a can of coke in one hand, phone in other. he drops his phone on the table like he was unable to hold it anymore, when mack stops in front of him, with messy hair and red cheeks, smelling purely like a wet slick. like an omega that just railed himself.
will looks down, at mack’s soaked shorts and smiles.
