8. Walt
8
WALT
On the ride back to my house, I kept my eyes closed and held tightly to Trey's hand in the backseat. I wanted to make out again, but I needed to give him some space to process what I’d shared.
It wasn’t easy, but I was determined to stay in control.
Trey's effect on me was like nothing I'd experienced before. There was lust and desire, but also something more. Something I wasn't familiar with. A rapidly growing need to be with him was building inside me, and it scared the hell out of me.
I wasn't used to needing anyone.
We got to my house, and the driver opened my door. I gave Trey's hand a squeeze and then went around to open his door, surprised by how nervous I was.
With Trey's hand securely in mine, I led him inside. He looked around, and I felt a bit self-conscious.
Interior design had always been a hobby for me, and Trey admired my stuff and named the designers.
“Impressive.” He came back to me and slid his arms around my waist. "This makes me want to take you to my home. I think you'd really like it."
He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled back, teasing him. "Drinks?"
Trey narrowed his eyes at me. "Okay…"
I poured two glasses of amaro and sat beside Trey on the couch. We clinked glasses and took a sip, eyeing each other over the rims.
Trey licked his lips. "Mmm, this is good."
“Glad you like it.”
He tilted his head toward the coffee table and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
My cheeks understood and started to flush before my brain caught up. I forgot that I'd gone out and bought a copy of every one of his books, and they were all stacked on the table.
I set my drink down and put my face in my hands. "Okay, it's not what you think."
Trey laughed and picked one of them up. "Oh, this is exactly what I think. You, Walter Francesco, are a fan !"
I moaned and peeked through my fingers. "Guilty. I read the first book and was hooked." I emerged from behind my hands and gave him a genuine smile. "Trey, you're really good!"
"Well, thank you. It means a lot to hear you say that."
He thumbed through a few books and then set them down. "So, this is gonna sound crazy, but you’ve inspired me to write my next book."
I didn't know what to say. I was flattered but also a bit scared. That seemed like a really big deal. "Really? How do you mean?"
Trey shrugged. "Just that…well, I was so turned on after our date the other night, it opened a floodgate in me, and I've been writing nonstop ever since." He blushed and looked away.
I knew exactly how he was feeling, but I couldn't show it. I had to keep my head about me because I needed to keep Trey off Luca's radar. That meant keeping a close but distant eye on him until I was really sure he wasn't a threat.
I reached out and stroked his cheek. "I’ve felt inspired, too."
He looked up, his gray eyes penetrating mine. "You do?"
I nodded then leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft but tentative. I think he also sensed how different things felt now that we were alone in my house and anything could happen.
"Come with me." I stood up and held out my hand to him.
Trey took it without hesitation and followed me down the dimly lit hallway to my bedroom. We stopped next to the bed, and I unbuttoned his shirt.
My heart was beating so fast I wondered if it was audible.
"Hold on." I pulled my phone from my pocket and put some music on the sound system.
Trey smiled appreciatively. "Nice."
I laughed and returned to unbuttoning his shirt. "This might sound shallow, but I like that you appreciate the finer things."
Trey reached over and began to undo the buttons on my shirt. "Same."
His shirt slid off his shoulders and then I pulled his t-shirt off until only the rippling muscles across his abdomen were in my view.
My mouth fell open. "Fuck, Trey. You’re gorgeous."
He chuckled softly. "I like to exercise."
I helped him pull my shirt off and then we just took a moment to really look at each other. My muscles were bigger than his but much less defined. Fortunately, Trey didn't seem to mind.
He ran his fingers over my chest and abdomen and let out a soft sigh. "You don't know how many times I've pictured you without your shirt on."
I undid my belt then reached over to undo his. My breath caught when I felt his fingertips on my skin. Sliding my hand down the front of Trey's open pants made my control slip even further. Trey’s cock was throbbing and hard. He needed me, and I wasn’t going to leave him wanting.
“Up you go.” I picked him up and threw him onto the bed.
Trey giggled. "Oh my."
I grinned and slid his pants off, quickly followed by his boxers. Seeing him splayed across my bed, glistening and perfect in the soft moonlight, made a low growl erupt from my throat. This boy was mine. Slowly, I lowered my body over his and kissed him.
Trey’s hands circled around me and grabbed my ass, firmly squeezing and pulling me against him.
Anxious to be naked, I quickly removed the rest of my own clothes until we were both fully bare and on display for each other. I flipped onto my back and pulled him on top of me.
Trey’s breath hitched, and he grinned down at me. "I like this Walt. I haven't met him before."
My hand squeezed between his legs, and I caressed his balls, using his own slick to lube his velvety skin. "Get up here so I can taste you, omega."
The scent of his slick filled the room, making my dick even harder as he scooted forward until I could take his length into my mouth. At least, as much as I could. My omega was huge.
For several minutes, I forgot about everything else and fully focused on sucking and nibbling while Trey groaned and writhed above me.
His hands dug into the pillows on either side of my head as he slowly fucked my face. As the moments passed, his slick flowed heavier and his movements became more erratic and desperate. “I need you, alpha.”
I pulled off and licked along his groin, teasing him until he was quivering under my tongue. “Are you going into heat, baby?”
His breath caught and he went completely still above me. “Am I?”
I grabbed his hips and rolled him over until I was on top of him so I could see into his eyes. “I have condoms. If you are, I don’t want to take things to a place we can’t come back from.”
Trey didn’t break his stare as he shook his head. “No condom. I’m already ruined for any other man. I won’t come back from this either way, so…breed me, alpha. Make me yours.”
“Fuck.” My tongue plunged into his mouth as my fingers slipped into his ass, testing his readiness. I was still in control, but barely. As my fingers worked to stretch and coax him open, I pushed my cock through his slick, lubing myself in the most efficient way possible.
“Hurry.” Trey writhed beneath me, his breath coming in short gasps as his scent changed. The warmth radiating from his bare skin made us both sweat. His legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer. “I need your alpha cock, Walt. Please.”
"Ready?" I knew he was but wanted him to be sure. Once I pressed inside him, he was mine.
His pupils were dark with need, but he was quick to answer. “So ready. So damn ready for my alpha.”
Every time I heard him call me alpha, I felt even more possessive of the man. “Deep breaths.”
Positioning myself at his entrance, I paused for a moment before pushing through the tightness of his slick channel. The weight of his heat was like a blanket over us both, pushing us closer together as I slid all the way into him. When my balls hit his smooth skin, I almost blew my knot right then.
A low moan escaped Trey as soon as I started to move within him. Each stroke went deeper in and faster out as I got in a quick rhythm. Finally feeling him in every way was intoxicating. I was finally claiming my omega in ways words never could. Our bodies spoke a language of their own, making promises neither of us had articulated out loud.
"Mine!" I growled against his skin as I got closer to climax.
"Yes, alpha," Trey cried out as his hands clutched my biceps. His nails scraped across my skin as he rode my cock harder. “Give me your knot. Make me yours.”
I increased my pace, driving through the slick channel that enveloped me.
Trey met each of my thrusts with a desperation that drove me to the edge of reason. This wasn't just sex. It was the first of many joinings that would change our lives forever.
Trey's body tensed as his inner muscles fluttered around my shaft.
My own climax built up in the pit of my stomach as my balls drew in tight.
"Come for me, omega." My voice was nothing more than a low rumble that vibrated through both of us.
With a cry that echoed off the walls, Trey’s body convulsed in waves of pleasure that milked the seed from my cock. Without a barrier between us, I shot thick cream into him as I marked him in the most intimate way possible. “Fuck, Trey.”
He sighed as he shook a few more times then wrapped his arms tightly around me. “I’ve never had a knot before.”
As he spoke, my knot expanded and sealed my release inside him, practically guaranteeing a pregnancy.
As our breathing slowed, that thought settled into my mind. I knew I could trust Trey and didn’t plan to actually force him to stay with me. But even after this, would he want to leave? My grip on him didn’t lessen as we waited for my knot to go down. “Does it hurt?”
He shook his head and then looked up at me, dragging his fingertips across my jaw. “Not physically.”
“Then how?” I almost didn’t want to hear his answer. But I needed to. If I had any hope of keeping him, I needed to know how he really felt. “Please talk to me, Trey.”