Chapter Seven
Xenos
I hadn’t planned for this sort of affection to unfold in the back of the carriage. Sure, we weren’t ripping each other’s clothes off and romping, but it still felt naughty. Deliciously, devilishly naughty, but still. I blushed when Barry undid my fly. I was sure the driver, the horses, and every being with ears within a twenty-mile radius heard my zipper come undone.
“Shhhh…. I got you. Your lap is too low to see out of the window.”
“We’re gonna make a mess,” I said and bit my lip.
“Would you prefer a tidier method?” Barry asked and it took me a minute to realize what he was offering.
Yes!
My brain wanted to shout. My bear too but no. Absolutely no! Anyone who saw him lean over would know exactly what he was doing.
“Do you want me to stop?” Barry asked, picking up on my thoughts.
“No,” I shook my head hard and fast. “I… I need you.”
“There are towels in the cabinets under the seats,” the driver called out and I died. I died right there on the spot of mortification. “Sorry, not trying to listen in but close quarters and all of that. You might want to turn on the sound blockers too. It’s that little blue button under the seat. I won’t hear you, but you’ll be able to hear me and the outside world.”
“Sorry!” I blurted out because I didn’t know what else to say. “I know you didn’t consent to hear….”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been with my true-mate for over a thousand years. I’ve heard it all, friend. Enjoy your ride. Just turn that on, if you want to enjoy it alone with your mate. Who am I to judge? Some folks get their kicks by knowing someone else can hear them.”
I turned on the sound blocker and let out a long, slow breath. Once upon a time, someone overhearing us might’ve killed the mood but not today. I was too hormonal and too horny and feeling a tad bit neglected for Barry’s job. I needed his hands on me. His mouth on me. Whatever part of him ---
Barry pushed another button, and the window shades came down. A second later, his big, strong hand disappeared from my throbbing dick and opened the little cabinet I didn’t know was below the seats. He pulled out a few towels and sniffed them to make sure they were clean. I sniffed them too because I didn’t want a used towel rubbed all over my junk.
“That’s not what I plan to rub---” he started but I kissed him before he could finish his sentence. If the driver didn’t care if we took advantage of our time alone back here, why did I care? Why not give in and have some fun? We were on vacation, after all. We were mated and I was already pregnant. I took a deep breath between kisses and Barry’s scent wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I loved that feeling and reveled in it whenever I could. This was my home. Wherever he was that was where I belonged.
I eased out of my shoes and moved over, straddling his lap. His big hands found my ass and kneaded his fingers into my flesh. I ground down against his lap, wondering if I should’ve lost my pants and underwear too. How undressed was it okay to get? I didn’t have long to ponder the question because my sexy, half-elf mate pulled one of his elven tricks and I found myself flat on my back on the seat of the carriage. His hand slid under my head before it made contact. The seat was plush but my Barry had always been overprotective.
He kissed me again, plunging his tongue between my lips and pushing my legs apart. The carriage didn’t leave him much room for moving around, but Barry was a flexible elf and managed to kiss down my throat and push up my shirt so that he could continue leaving behind that warm trail of desire all over my chest, nipples, and stomach. Glancing up at me, he stopped to swirl his tongue around the edge of my navel. I laughed despite the waves of longing surging through me and landing squarely between my legs.
“What?” he chuckled, his eyes alight with mischief. “You accused me of rimming it.”
“I---” I tried to speak but my train of thought went off the tracks as his mouth sank lower and he licked over my happy trail. He tugged at my underwear until he freed my dick and balls. I blushed hard and double-checked that both window shades were down. Sure, most shifters didn’t care about nudity, but a hard dick was a lot different than a naked person just passing through the woods.
“No one can see you, mate,” Barry whispered, his warm breath playing at my dick. “You’re safe with me. Want to put the towel over your lap?”
I shook my head. As much as I wanted as much privacy as we could manage, I loved to watch his mouth and tongue work over me.
“Okay. You’re still covered,” Barry said, raising up just enough to wiggle out of his nice button-down shirt. At times it was impossible to get him into any shirt that wasn’t a scrub top. He wore them day in and day out and they fit him well, but he cleaned up good too. Naked or in a suit, he was the only guy I had eyes for.
He pressed his soft, kissable lips against the head of my dick and something inside my soul melted. I breathed out, sinking into the plush seat of the carriage and giving up whatever reservations I had. The shades were down. The sound block was on. What we could do, was done. My eyes were glued to Barry’s nimble tongue as he licked down my shaft, sending a cascade of shivers up my spine. He lapped at the textured skin of my scrotum and drew warm, little circles with his tongue.
I sank deeper into the sensations washing over me. Pleasure, longing, and the weighty frustration of going too long without him all battled to be in control, but sex was never a single sensation with Barry. He kissed my balls and then licked his way back up my shaft to lick away a drop of pre-cum that formed there on my tip. His eyes were full of that mischief I knew so well as another zap of pleasure trembled through my limbs.
A smirk pulled at the corners of Barry’s mouth right before he slipped it over the head of my cock. My breath came out in a rush of sound, and I put my hand over my mouth before I remembered that no one could hear me but Barry.
“Let me hear you,” he growled over our mating link.
I slid my hand down to rest on my belly and Barry took it in one of his own. Our fingers entwined and his warmth spread over me. He squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back letting him know I wanted more. His warm, moist mouth slid back up my shaft with his tongue pressed flat against my smooth skin. I lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to let him take more of me into his mouth. His free hand found my stomach and held me in place. I wasn’t grinding up before, but as soon as he made it hard to do, I couldn’t resist trying. I pushed up against his hand on my stomach, sending my dick deeper into his warm, glorious mouth. His teeth grazed me ever so gently, sending a fire through my belly. If he did that one more time, I’d--- He did it again! This freaking elf was going to be the ---- death – of me. My thoughts collided into a fiery explosion as my balls drew up close to my body and my dick trembled in his mouth.
“Come on. Cum for me, mate. We came all the way to Europe for you to cum. Show me how much you needed this. Show me how much you wanted this,” Barry murmured onto our mating link.
I thrust up into his mouth again, pressing against his hand to take my pleasure. He pushed me back down flat onto the seat and his tongue tormented my tip with little zigzags and circles until orgasm rattled my brains and a guttural growl crawled out of me. Barry drank down my pleasure like a hunter with a mouth full of that coppery blood he thought about so much. He drank it down like it was the marrow of his prey and he enjoyed every drop because he didn’t stop until there was no more pleasure left to come out of me.
I tugged on his hand that had its fingers entwined with mine until he scooted up over me and we kissed. Our lips crashed together hungry and needy even though I just came. His hard dick brushed against me through his pants, and I growled into the kiss. I was still slick, and I’d be hard again soon. Here or at SLEEP? Here or out in the woods?
“Romping here and food at BAKE?” Barry suggested as I freed his dick.
He was long, thick, and prone to knotting. That latter prowess was probably what accounted for the majority of our conceptions. That and I finally got out of my own head about the whole process. Preston and Mori had taken a while to conceive but since then almost all of our kids were made without trying too hard.
“Worried I’ll knot you in here?” Barry teased.
“Not really. I’m already pregnant. Whatever hormonal changes set off knotting usually don’t happen while I’m pregnant. What? I might not be a medical doctor, but I do notice patterns over time, and we’ve spent a lot of time in bed that I could collect data from.”
“Keep talking science to me,” Barry wiggled his eyebrows. “No, really. It’s hot.”
I kissed him because what else could I do? After all these years, all the kids, all the vacations, the fights, the wars, and even this pregnancy, we still had it. Whatever spark burnt bright between us the day he showed up on my doorstep with those wildflowers in hand, we still had.
The carriage wasn’t anywhere near wide enough for either of us to stretch out. Barry ended up with one knee on the seat and his other leg off of it with my legs wrapped around him. I laughed as we contorted ourselves so that his hard, throbbing dick brushed against my omegahole. I was slick enough that I shoved a towel under me to safeguard the seat before he totally stole my pants and boxer briefs. I was hard again too. It didn’t matter that I’d only come a few minutes ago. It’d been a while and pregnancy always left me craving more Barry all of the time.
I bit my lip as he lined up our bodies and the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head of his cock pressed against my hole with a warm familiarity. I let out a long, slow breath as my mate pushed his way inside me inch by glorious inch. I melted into the seat again as he filled me up, brushing against my every nerve ending. There was something soul soothing in the familiar pace of his steady thrusts and the way he claimed my mouth for a kiss as soon as our bodies found the familiar rhythm of our most intimate dance.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as best as I could at the creative position, we found ourselves in. His gaze met mine and held it as our bodies moved together. We needed this – this romp in the carriage, this vacation on a whole other continent, this time where we could just be ourselves without all the demands of life, work, and the spirits hounding us.
His thrusting sent a warm fire snaking its way around my limbs and torso until I burnt hotter with each little movement he made. I squeezed his dick inside me, reveling in how full he made me feel and how his pulse thrummed against my insides. His tongue slipped between my lips again and a sigh escaped me as his hands moved to cradle my face. He held me there, gazing into my eyes, as we made love. The heat between us stoked by every thrust he gave to me until my nails dug into his back and threatened to turn into claws.
“Barry. Alpha. Barry.” I repeated his name and title over and over like a mantra. They were my favorite words to say while he was buried balls deep inside me.
“Xenos,” he whispered and claimed my lips with another soft kiss.
My body tightened around him again – this time for good. I held tight, squeezing him as his thrusts came quicker, growing almost frantic as our pleasure mingled over our mating link. It rained down over us, stoking the fire inside me and making Barry more determined than ever to bring me over the brink again before he came.
Reaching between our bodies, he took my cock in his big, warm hand and stroked me in time with his thrusts driving into my body. I bit my lip before a growl escaped my throat against my wishes. Everything inside me burnt firelight bright until I saw stars as my dick shook in his hand. Pleasure wrapped around my cock and spread out over my body as the contrast of his thrusting and stroking tore apart any semblance I had of self-control. I came apart underneath him – writhing, squirming, giving in to the demands of my body that I not hold onto every responsibility that ever grazed against my aura. He was mine and I was his and this is the way we should’ve been all this time. Together. Too close but never close enough.
I was so fucking close to the edge. I didn’t need to tell Barry. He was almost there too. His pleasure and need pounded over our mating link, cascading over my body until it was hard to breathe as my dick shook violently, letting loose its sticky streams of pleasure. I barely had time to grab the towel and contain the mess before it happened. Barry didn’t miss a beat. Not even while I writhed under him, cumming all over his hand and the towel. He thrust into me again and again, going faster and harder, seeking out his own pleasure in the depths of my body.
“Alpha! Barry! Fuck! Fuck!” I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as his hard thrusts kept coming into me making it hard to breathe or think or do anything besides hold onto him and ride out my orgasm and his pleasure together.
“Barry,” I growled his name again as the thick head of his cock hit the perfect spot inside me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure wrapping around my body. Then his dick shook inside me, giving off his trembling warning before his pleasure and warm, sticky seed spilled into me.
“Xenos!” he howled, tossing his head back in victory.
Through the stars in my vision, I barely made out the points of his ears. I loved those freaking points. I loved every last bit of this man. Our bodies didn’t fall still until there wasn’t another drop of pleasure to milk out of either of us. I dozed off on the seat as Barry cleaned up what little mess we made and found a laundry bag under the seat for the dirty towels. When I booked the carriage ride I wondered why it was the most expensive one I’d ever heard of but now I knew. It was full service. Well, almost. You had to bring your own happy ending along with you.