Chapter 13 #2
"I'm still figuring out who I am now that my parents are gone, but I want to see what we could have together. This domestic life has been fun, and living with you would be easy."
I thought back over the last few days, and he was right. It was still early in our relationship, but we didn't annoy each other to the point of bickering over perceived slights, the way I argued with my brothers.
"If you'll have me, I want to know if this," he pointed to his now half-hard erection and then at me, "will help me get through the weeks without you."
"Weeks?" We'd talked about meeting up on weekends, rotating where we spent our time between our two homes, but I thought that was as far as it would go for now.
"I don't like spending a few hours without you." His bottom lip jutted out in a cute pout. "I can't imagine how hard it will be trying to answer insurance questions when all I want to do is think about you, especially when you look at me like that."
"Like what?"
He grinned. "First, you're naked. Second, you have a body that puts all those museum statues to shame. Third, I've been with plenty of guys, but none of them looked at me the way you do."
My bear bristled at the mention of other guys. I soothed him with the truth. "They weren't your mate."
He nodded. "I still don't know what that means, but I want to find out." He rolled onto his back with his arms spread wide. "Come here."
I crawled onto the bed but hesitated with my knees between his spread ankles. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I want you, Ollie Beaman."
I wanted him, too, but I knew one taste would never be enough. Still, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be with my willing mate.
He reached for me, and I lowered myself on top of him, careful not to crush him beneath me. He smelled so good, like pine with a hint of sugar. I nuzzled his throat, savoring the scent and feel of him.
He kissed my temple and then tugged on my hair until we gazed at each other from a few inches away.
"Kiss me, please. I haven't been able to stop thinking—"
Me neither. I pulled his pouty full bottom lip into my mouth, and his words faded into a long, broken moan.
"Mine," my bear said as I possessed Blake's mouth, claiming everything my tongue touched as my personal playground.
Blake kissed me back with equal curiosity and confidence.
The way he sucked on my tongue had me gasping for breath and nearing the edge, and he hadn't even touched me beyond where his hands rested on my shoulders and his chest brushed against mine with each breath.
"Need you inside me," I said.
"Do you have condoms? I didn't bring any ... this was supposed to be alone time at the cabin." His cheeks flushed pink.
"Bear shifters don't catch or carry human diseases."
He blinked up at me. "Wow. So you're not human?"
"The first bear shifters might have been, but I was born this way."
He ran his fingers through my short hair and pulled me in for a kiss. "I want to learn everything about you, starting with the sounds you make when you come."
Cautious of my bulk, I flipped us over so I lay on my back and Blake's legs slotted between mine. He squawked like a chicken at the move and then collapsed against my chest, shaking with laughter.
"I promise, that's nothing like how I sound in the throes of passion."
I laughed with him. "'Throes of passion?' Do you write poetry in those notebooks?"
He glared down at me with the scowl I remembered from the plane. "What do you have against poetry?"
"Nothing!" I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. "Write whatever you want."
He shook his head. "I sometimes write a few lines, but nothing worth sharing. And nothing as basic as 'throes of passion.'"
"Yet," I teased. "I'll give you 'throes of passion' to write about."
His smile lit up his face, accentuating his high cheekbones and brilliant white teeth. Then his gaze sharpened on my lips, and he leaned down. "Enough talking."
He kissed me, and the world beyond our shared bed faded away. Blake tangled his hands in my hair, and his cock slid against mine when he thrust against me.
"Lube's in my drawer." I pointed to the nightstand on my side of the bed.
He smirked down at me. "I make my own."
He kissed me again, and I moaned at the thought of him prepping me with his slick. Omegas had fucked me before, but we used store-bought lube.
"I've never been this slick before." Blake wriggled against me, and I heard the wet sound of his fingers in his ass.
"So fucking hot," I whispered.
"Not as hot as an alpha letting me top him," he said, his voice low and strained. "I'm already close from the thought of it." He raised up onto his knees, his gaze filled with heat. "Bring your knees up to your chest and hold them wide so I can see what I'm doing."
A hot flush creeped up my neck as I followed his order. I'd never felt so open and vulnerable with another partner, but this was my mate. I already trusted him more than I would any other man I'd only known for a week.
His gaze raked over my body before settling on my hole. "One day, I'll take my time, but today—"
"No, please hurry."
He surprised me by sliding his finger inside me. I appreciated slick when I fucked omegas, but damn, it felt even better inside me. The warm tingle spread with every touch, relaxing my muscles and preparing me for Blake's cock.
He worked quickly, spreading me open with three fingers. Instead of burning with the stretch, my whole body tingled with anticipation.
"Your slick must be magical," I said.
He laughed. "I think so, but I'm only human."
He reached behind him for more slick, his neck arched in pleasure. I wanted to be the one to touch him like that, to make him come with my fingers or tongue alone, but this was about trust. I trusted Blake to take care of me today, and to know that I would care for him forever, if he let me.
He brought his slick-covered hand to his cock and gave it a couple tugs. Then he circled his fingers around my entrance.
"Ready?"
"Beyond ready," I said.
He leaned over me, dipping down for a quick kiss before pressing against my entrance and sliding inside. His cock made me so full, I lost myself to the pleasure. When he nudged my prostate just right on his third thrust, I rocked against him and moaned.
"Not going to last."
He made a strangled sound in his throat. "Nope. So good."
He trailed his wet fingers over my nipples. The sensation zinged straight to my cock, which dribbled more precome. I'd leaked so much, there was a string of the stuff from my cock head to my belly.
I rocked my hips into each thrust, climbing closer to the peak of ecstasy. Wordless grunts escaped my lips as I tried to hold back a little longer.
Blake's hips stuttered, and he reached between us to tug on my cock. "Not gonna last," he said. "Come with me."
A few tugs later, my abs clenched with the intensity of my orgasm, and ropes of white jetted over my abdomen. My legs trembled from the intensity. I'd never come this hard with a partner. The only time I'd come close was that first time in the shower after Blake and I met.
Blake shifted my right ankle to his shoulder and tapped my left knee. I let go, and my leg flopped onto the bed beside him.
"That's … oh gods. That's so fucking good, Ollie."
He froze above me, his eyes glassed over with bliss, his mouth a perfect ring. My cock gave another valiant twitch at the sight, as though my knot could form without the added pressure of his channel around me. It couldn't, but it twitched with each heartbeat anyway.
Somehow, my leg made it back to the bed, feeling completely boneless and like I'd run five miles in the woods. I grabbed Blake's ass and pulled him to me, trying to convince his cock to stay inside.
He dropped on top of me with a contented sigh. "I'm clearing my calendar for the rest of this vacation," he said. "We're not leaving this bed again until it's time to go home."
"We have to eat," I reminded him.
"All meals in bed," he insisted. "Room service."
"Someone has to go to the door to get the room service."
"But the rest of the time … bed." He kissed me to prevent further argument, but how could I argue with that? I wanted to share as many orgasms as possible with him before we left for home.