Chapter Twelve #2
I went back in, relishing his tortured cries, his squirming hips, and his cock pressed into the bed, pointing down and strained for want of touch.
I stood then, stroking my leaking cock. His wet hole glistened for me, the ring softened by my tongue.
I wanted to fuck him. I rarely wanted to do so, but I did then.
I guided my hips in, cock in one hand, his hips in my other, and I sheathed myself with two then three gentle rocks of my hips aiming myself right for the spot just beyond his ring that made his entire body stiffen and throat choke.
I rutted my hips into him, reaching round to grab for his cock, hand haphazardly stroking and fumbling to keep a grip on him.
Copious precum rewarded my fingers, slippery fluid streaking my palm until my own urgency shot up my spine like lightning and I rutted shamelessly.
Gre grunted and writhed, hand snaking between his legs to grip his shaft.
He had a better angle for it anyway and stroked himself so beautifully and desperately while I had my fill.
His insides were warm, slick, and welcoming, holding me inside as I climbed the ever-heightening peak. “Coming!”
My voice cracked as I announced myself, clenching my ass muscles as my spine radiated that strange electricity from toe to chest. Gre let himself fall right after, his insides pulsing while an obscene puddle of cum splashed over the bed, every surge pulsing forth to the tune of his clenching ass.
My balls didn’t want to stop, aching as inner muscles I couldn’t comprehend filled him and my lust spilled down his thighs.
So, when the sensation grew too much, I pulled free, stiff cock spurting a final, feeble drop onto his warm skin, and I collapsed onto his well-worn rug.
The soft fibers hugged my damp butt cheeks.
Ordinarily, if I had to be on top, I wanted to be taken from behind, after.
But with how hard Gre made me come, I was emptied.
He rolled over in the bed, face up, pants still around his ankles, shirt rucked up his gently sculpted belly. “Was that your attempt at returning the favor?”
“What?”
“Because I don’t think an omega can knock up an alpha, love.” He broke off a laugh and my cheeks burned.
“Ha-ha. Demon thing…” I muttered under my breath and shrugged.
I couldn’t make myself look at him. I’d messed up our clothes, dirtied our bed, behaved shamelessly, and the only thing I was ashamed of was not feeling ashamed.
I wanted it, and the ravaging had given me what I needed. “Did you call me ‘love?’”
He pulled his pants up over the mess and moved to sit up, staring down at me from utter ruin. Sinners in hell, he looked so gorgeous, fucked out and exhausted.
“I did.” He slid to the floor, meeting me eye to eye. “Because I think I do. Maybe it’s too soon. I wouldn’t have tolerated anyone less than you doing what you just did.”
My stomach released a knot that I didn’t know had been stuck there, relaxing my entire body into nearly melting into a puddle. “And how are you so sure you love me?”
“I’m not sure of anything. I know that you moved into my life like a whirlwind, and I haven’t looked back.
Being here without you is miserable. I miss you when you’re at work.
I get excited when I know you’re on your way back.
” His breath hitched, and voice wavered.
“And I don’t want to not have you around.
Also, I think I’m for sure in love after that fucking.
I didn’t know you had that kind of spark in you. ”
I ran a sticky hand through my hair and took a long breath. “I needed it.”
“I think I did, too.” He took a deep breath and sighed before drawing a sigil in the air with his hand with a flick. Our mess disappeared from the bedspread, and my body didn’t stick to itself in places. The scent of lust and sex evaporated from under my nose and took with it a little of the joy.
“Aw…” I never thought I’d enjoy a mess, but once it was gone, a new sort of relief caught up with me.
“Okay, so we’re expecting a kid and I’m out of places to hide pocket dimension in this place.” He sighed heavily and tucked his shirt back in, smoothing out the wrinkles with little flicks of magic here and there. A waste of energy, some might say, but I enjoyed watching the fastidious motions.
“House shopping? I suppose I could possibly ask Father for a small raise.” I sulked but Gre waved me off.
He started to speak but halted as my stomach gave an audible growl. “Sorry.”
“Go get Vincenzo to feed you. I’ve got some calls to make.” He sighed heavily and pulled out his phone, leaned back against the side of the bed, and stretched out, his long legs and mussed hair a treat for my eyes.
“About?”
“I need a better job. We need a game plan, and I’m not prepared to have that discussion.
If my mate wants to move up the corporate ladder, I need to make sure nothing stands in his way.
Because you know what alphas and beta males often have that give them a fair advantage?
” He half grinned at me, resting a hand on his drawn knee.
I waited to hear his answer. “A partner at home doing all the little things.”
“You want to be a stay-at-home parent?” I shook my head, half grinning.
“I’ll need to make enough to hire a good nanny and be home and present enough to set the world on fire at your whim.” He turned his attention back to his phone as it chimed, and I wandered off in search of food.
Maybe Vincenzo had that jar of capers in the fridge still…
Or just a brick of parmesan. I could gnaw on that happily. Or a spoon full of preserved garlic…