10. Finally
10
FINALLY
Micah
“I’m so dirty,” he said between kisses, our hands both fumbling with each other’s clothing, a frenzy of built up passion being unleashed. “I think you need to clean me first.” He bit my bottom lip and I scooped him up, not sitting him down again until we reached the bathroom, where I kissed him soundly while trying to get the shower set.
“I meant with your tongue, but this will do.” Gods, he was going to kill me. As hot as dream sex had been with Archer, it was nothing close to the blaze building between us in real life.
“Why not both?” I meant it to come out as sexy and funny; instead it sounded like a plea, and based on the moan he let out, he took it as such.
Keeping my lips off of him long enough to get the rest of his clothes onto the floor took far more restraint than I feared I had. There was just something about him. Fuck the future won’t work out crap. I was going to focus on the here and now, and that included exploring his entire body with my mouth and then filling him with my knot.
“Please,” he cried out as I shed the rest of my attire. “I need to see all of you—to feel all of you—to taste all of you.”
I wasn’t foolish enough to argue with that.
Steam started to billow out of the shower. I loved my place, but hot water was not unlimited, and I refused to waste it out here.
“Let’s get you clean so I can make you all dirty again.” I held open the curtain and we both stepped inside.
“I want to lick you from head to toe, slowly experience every inch of your body, but unless we want to rinse the shampoo with ice cold water…” I reached for the shampoo bottle. “Allow me to do this first.” Th ere was nothing sexy about freezing showers, and I wanted to keep this night at the temperature it was currently smouldering at.
If our ploy didn’t work, the building was going to be sold and we’d all go our separate ways. I was taking four thousand percent advantage of this night together. I was going to savor every single moment, even if it did include a bit of cool water.
“Okay.” He turned around, his back to my front, bending down enough to help me get his head nice and wet. I washed it, massaging his scalp with my fingers. I’d have taken my time had we been in a fancy hotel with unlimited water, but he didn’t seem to mind the rush, his ass accidentally brushing my cock more than a few times, each one accompanied by a sexy little sigh.
His hair rinsed, I cleaned his body, loving that he was going to smell like my soap.
“Let me do you now.” He reached for the shampoo.
“Do me? Is that what you like, omega? Because I’m not that kind of alpha, the kind that doesn’t listen to his omega’s wants… is that what you want?” I loved the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the realization of what I’d just offered settling in, the thought taking up root.
It wasn’t something I generally considered, but now that I said it and saw his responsiveness, I wasn’t opposed.
“Tell me, omega. Tell me what you want.” I grabbed the shampoo, his attempt to grab it forgotten at my words. The water was already less warm than when we first got in. I needed to speed wash myself. “I’m listening. Do you want to slide your cock into my ass… my mouth? Or do you want my knot?” I washed my hair and went on to cleanse my body as I spoke to him. “Or maybe you want me to suck you off. Your cock’s so big, I'm not sure it will fit, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”
His hand wrapped around his length, not jerking it, just squeezing it. My wolf, which was how I was thinking of Archer, liked to hear all about what we were potentially doing together.
“Tell me, omega. Tell me what you want.” I gently took his hand from his dick and pressed my body against his so that our erections were pressed together between us.
I nipped at his jaw. “I bet you’re so slick for me.”
“Yes.” Not a sentence, just one word. Either I stole his ability to speak or I was asking the wrong questions.
“Tell. Me,” I insisted. “Or I’ll decide for you.”
“Oh?” Maybe it was his ability to put words together that was gone. Tonight was going to be fun.
“Because if I decide, I’m drying you off, laying you on my bed, and then kissing you from head to toe, stopping a little bit longer at these,” I tweaked his nipples, “and this.” I grabbed his ass. “And of course here.” I ground my cock into his. “Do you know what I would do then?”
“No.” His arms wrapped around my middle, his hands settling on my butt .
“No, you don’t know?” I brought my lips close to his ear. “Want me to tell you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I would slide into that slick hole and…” I playfully smacked his ass, the sound echoing loudly due to our location. “I’ll tell you after I get us out of here.” The cooling water was quickly broaching cold.
I reached behind him and turned it off. “I’ll grab towels.” I bounced out of the shower, my cock sticking out in front of me, and snagged two clean towels. I wrapped one around my waist and held my hand out for Archer, helping him out of the shower, and then starting with his head, dried him off, paying extra special attention to certain places.
I removed my towel and did a quick pat down. “Let’s get you to bed.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I need to hear your words saying you want this.” Please let him want this. It was one thing in the heat of the moment and our skin touching to be all in, but now that our bodies were separated I wanted to make sure this was what he wanted. We weren't exactly in a relationship unless pining from afar and one-sided naughty dreams counted.
“Take me to bed, alpha… but don’t make me wait. I want to feel your knot grow as you fill me.” My cock bounced… it actually bounced at his words.
“Sexy omega, you were holding back on me. I thought I stole your ability to speak.”
He shook his head. “No, alpha. I just preferred to listen to your words, your voice deeper, your lust so palpable it was all I could do not to drop to my knees and swallow you whole.”
And now it was me looking for words, words I didn’t have the chance to find as Archer bolted from the room giggling.
I dropped my towel and ran after him, reaching him just as he got to the bed, my arms wrapping around him and both of us tumbling onto the mattress, him landing on top of me. His lips instantly sought mine and we kissed hard and passionately, our hands wandering across our bodies, our hips grinding our cocks together as our tongues danced. It was everything I wanted—needed—except still not quite enough, and when he moaned “more” between kisses, I rolled us over so that I was on top, now settling between his legs.
“More you shall have.”
I started to kiss a path down his neck and he stopped me with a plea. “I need you inside me.”
“How can I deny you when you ask so?” I nibbled on his earlobe and grabbed a pillow, his hips bucking up as I brought it down, allowing me to slip it underneath him.
He brought his knees up. “Look at my hole so needy and slick.” He was officially trying to end this before it had started by making me come with just his words and a look.
“So slick.” I circled his entrance and traced the path his slick had made as it slid down his ass. I brought it back to his hole and slid it inside with ease, fucking him with one finger before adding a second and a third, his eyes closed as he met my movements with his own.
“More.”
I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at his entrance, pushing myself inside slowly to give him time to adjust. He didn’t want to wait, slamming into me from below and crying out my name as I bottomed out. “Fuck me, alpha. Fuck me into this mattress until I can’t hold my cum in any longer and make a mess of your sheets.”
I pulled out so only the tip remained inside him, and I glanced down at my shaft coated in glistening slick. Stroking fingers over my cock, I gathered the slipperiness on my fingers.
Archer wriggled his ass and lifted his head. “What are you doing?” he panted as he squinted at me.
“Tasting you,” I replied as I shoved four fingers in my mouth and devoured the wetness. Relishing his scent washing over me and now savoring the earthy taste of him had my body on fire. I wanted all of this man. His sweat, slick, saliva. Everything he had to give. Archer was inside me, coating my tongue while the head of my length was imprisoned in him.
“I begged you to fuck me and you’re having a snack?”
I placed my hands on either side of him and thrust into him, causing his body to jolt and air to whistle through his teeth. His smoldering eyes narrowed to half mast, and he smirked. “Harder.”
I froze, my huge cock buried deep inside him. I closed one eye. “Did I hear that right? Did you challenge me to fuck you harder?” Gods, yes!
His head bobbed back and forth as his hands fisted the bedding.
Once more I pulled out. “You have no idea what you’ve done, omega.”
“That,” he gulped. “That was the idea.”
I plunged into his channel, impaling him with my dick while his thick cock bounced. His eyes burned with a fierce lust, and then he squeezed around me, which had me gritting my teeth and saying to myself, “Don’t come. Not yet. Too soon.”
“Faster,” he urged.
That was the last intelligible word he uttered. He wanted it hard and fast, and I gave it to him, accompanied by moans and grunts, wails and cries. He lifted his hips to welcome me inside him as he matched my rhythm.
His low, sultry mewls brought on a savage lust that threatened to have me come before I was ready, before I’d given him what he’d begged me for.
“Your ass,” I bellowed as I filled him, “is perfection. Better than I imagined. More than I expected.” More than I ever wanted. This wolf shifter had me babbling as tears pricked my eyes.
Archer’s heavy breathing had my eyes locking on his as his hand crept to his dick. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on the tip, and he captured it while his gaze never left my face. Instead of offering it to me, he traced his finger over his lips.
Mine! My nostrils flared. I wanted him, every part of him, and I grunted as I penetrated his tight channel. Archer wrapped his fingers around his length and pumped as I thrust into him. Each mesmerizing tug of his cock brought me closer to climax, making it harder to breathe. I gasped and gulped in mouthfuls of oxygen as Archer’s eyelids slid shut, and he whimpered. He tossed his head from side to side while I blinked sweat from my own eyes.
He pumped his cock in time to me shoving my dick into him. Gritting my teeth, I arched my back as Archer squeezed around me. His shaft reared up and his body jerked. Cum spurted from his cock, splattering us both, while I yelled his name and surrendered to the orgasm hurtling toward me.
My head fell back, his name on my lips as I filled him first with my cum and then with my knot, our bodies connected, the intimacy somehow deeper than anything else we’d done. I wanted to stay just like this.
I collapsed on top of him both sated and spent, rolling us over so that he would no longer need to bear my weight. “Whoa” was all I managed to say.
“Whoa indeed,” he said back.
I closed my eyes to catch my breath, the feel of his body on mine, the heat of his skin, his scent having me more content and comfortable than I remembered being in a long time—if ever. I was just going to relax and enjoy this moment, getting up when my knot released to help clean him up—for real this time—and get him something to eat. At least that was the plan.
But when I opened them again, the sun was already rising and he was gone, the only proof that it hadn’t been a dream the towel I’d used to dry him off and his scent still clinging to my skin.
“Fuck.” I’d wanted him to stay. No, I wanted so much more from him than that. But to stay… that would’ve been enough. At least for now.
But I never offered, instead falling asleep.
I called him, wanting to apologize and I didn’t even know—thank him for the good time or something equally awkward.
But instead of getting to tell him anything, his phone was shut down and an automated message said, “The person at this number is not taking calls at this time.” I didn’t listen to the rest. I didn’t need to. The message was loud and clear.
Archer never turned his phone off. He was glued to that thing for work even though he did make an effort not to be when we were together. But off? That wasn’t a thing he did.
If he had it off, there was only one possible reason: He regretted last night and didn’t want to talk to me.
“Fuck.”