138. Pop that corn!
138
POP THAT CORN!
Nate
“We need to hurry up, love.” I had a feeling this was why Daire was so into our shower escapades—we had guests coming and he loved the possibility of getting caught. I didn’t think he ever wanted to be caught, but the danger? Yeah, he was pretty down with that.
“Maybe we should slow down,” I took both his hands in mine and brought them up and over his head, and backed him into the shower wall, pressing my body against his as I gave him a long, lingering kiss that left us both breathless.
“No,” he said, panting, his breathing uneven. “Not slow. I need this… I need you.” He ground his hips against mine, our cocks rubbing together with a bit of a bite, the water creating a friction that brought a touch of pain to our pleasure.
“But if I knot you...” I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled on it the way he loved, the moan from his body had me wanting to do whatever he said, our future guests could wait.
“Then I will like it?” He wiggled back and forth. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point.”
“They will interrupt us for sure.” And we’d have to wait for my knot to play nice to let them in. If kids weren’t coming, I’d be fine explaining that to everyone. But with the little ones, that was a big old nope.
“Okay.” He let his head hit the back of the shower. “But when they leave… I’m mounting you like a horse and riding you into tomorrow.”
And now it was me who moaned.
We’d been going at it nonstop since we got word from the doctor. At first it was because we wanted a baby, but it very quickly morphed into us not being able to get enough of each other because we couldn’t have even an inch separating us.
I loved it and so did my mate. It was as if we unlocked a door we didn’t even realize was closed.
“I can hardly wait.” I pumped some of the waterproof lube we kept in the shower into my hand. “Speaking of hard—we seem to have a couple of hard things between us.”
“We do.” His face lit up and he reached for a pump for himself. “Are you thinking a race since we are out of time? Or possibly an I’ll scratch your back situation only with orgasms? Or are we going to double fist frot these bad boys into submission?”
I’d only been thinking of helping him out, but now that he had all the options on the table, I wasn’t going to turn any of them down.
“Race is the most practical, but frot sounds fun. You pick.”
“There’s something both naughty and silly about a race.” He wrapped his hand around his own cock. “And the rules are no touching each other, aside from that, anything goes.”
I agreed to his terms having no idea what he meant by them until we were both pumping away. I didn’t even need to think about anything sexy, I was surrounded by his scent with his hot body right there being oh so decadently naughty.
And then he spoke.
“Did I tell you about the time I was in fifth grade and Harry Tyler said his stomach hurt?” he began and instantly I knew I had to block him out if I had any hope of winning. There was no way that story could turn anything but gross.
I tried to focus on the sound of the water pelting down on us. And I succeeded until he mentioned Harry getting sick and not by vomiting. From the other end.
“You’re good at this.” I leaned against the far wall. “But I can be too.”
I took a different route. Grossing us both out would accomplish nothing, but maybe if I could talk sexy enough, I could be triumphant. Because as silly as this whole thing was, I was now officially all in.
“Show me how good.” He slowed his pace. “I want to hear.”
“Okay, but be warned, I don’t play… clean.” I kept my hand moving, my eyes on his muscular body as he worked his own cock. “What I really want to do to you right now is turn you around and slam into you the way you begged me to last night.” And the only reason I didn’t was that the stupid hot water started to wane and no one wanted to be knotted with ice water pelting on their back. “I would make you beg first, of course. I love that needy little sound you make when you know exactly what you want.”
His eyes closed.
“But once I was sure you wouldn’t wait any more, I’d fuck you against the wall, with my hand around your cock. Can you feel it? Can you feel my fingers around you?”
“Yes,” he whimpered. “I feel your hands. They make me feel so good.”
And just like that this became about me making him come.
“Do you feel my cock in you?”
“I do. I’m so full. You fit me exactly how I was made to be filled, but you aren’t moving fast enough, alpha. It’s like you want me to be empty.”
He turned to face the wall and stuck out his ass. The game was officially over.
I pumped a few more pumps of lube into my hand and slicked up my fingers. If my omega wanted me to play with his needy hole, I was going to play with it until he came. “We can’t have you empty.”
I circled his entrance briefly before breaching it and slowly began to fuck him with my fingers. First one, then two, and just as I added the third, he cried out my name, his orgasm slamming into him hard. Instinctively I wrapped my hand around his waist and helped him stay upright as he rode it out.
When he was steady, he stood up straight and turned around with a grin on his face. “I win.” He stuck out his tongue playfully.
“I’m not sure I believe that you won.” I sassed right back. “Now let’s get cleaned up before our guests arrive.”
“But second place has a prize.” He wrapped his hand around my length. “Now don’t hold back, alpha. We have guests coming soon.”
Even if I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t. Not with him working my cock the way he was. By some miracle we managed to get cleaned off and dressed with a whole two minutes to spare.
“Hello,” I opened the door to see Neil, Martin, and the kids there.
“Did you remember your job?” I asked Toby. He was the one who was to pick the movies for the night because last time they were all, and I quote, “too kissy face”.
“I brought five,” he said proudly. “And I also brought a pack full of candy.” He turned around to show his very full backpack.
We had each group signed up for a different food type. Candy, salty snacks, dips, and of course the cheese sticks. We were going to order pizza too, but a movie night needed junk food, including the kind Daire and I brought, the popcorn that comes in the aluminum pan. The kids were always fascinated by it and it was delicious. Double win.
I didn’t even get to close the door when Ryder and crew came in. One after another, everyone arrived until our place was packed full of people. No, not people. Family. This was our Sunshine Manor family and I couldn’t be more grateful to have each and every one of them in my life.
How things had changed since I met Daire. He was this sexy, insecure man who I almost feared would never trust me. And now? Now he was my mate and we were trying to have a baby. And Sunshine Manor—this place was my home, a home filled with people I loved, and a sexy mate in my bed. Everything I could ask for.
Except a child.
I pushed that down. If Daire and I had a child, I’d be the happiest alpha there ever was. But if we never did? Same thing. I’d be the world’s happiest alpha because I had Daire in my life.