Chapter 23 Dirty Minds
Dirty Minds
Davidson
Every day I discovered new levels of Leo’s beauty.
He straddled my hips and slowly lowered himself onto my cock.
He looked so obviously in heat; it was mesmerizing.
Stroking his hands up and down his torso, he kneaded his chest, smearing milk around.
Then he caressed his belly and fisted his cock.
Rolling his hips, he watched me through hooded eyes and licked his lips.
The softest fuzz on his cheek caught the sunlight for a few seconds when he threw his head back, and his lips puckered up as if he were kissing the air before he let out a deep moan.
He pinched his left nipple, tugging on it.
A drop of milk caught on his finger, and he offered his hand to me.
I licked it off and sucked his finger into my mouth.
The telltale pressure in my temples rose where the thorns grew out of my head.
I didn’t even try to stop it anymore. Leo’s smile looked victorious when he saw.
Holding my gaze, he circled his hips until he found the right angle.
On a guttural groan, he pressed down, and my cockhead pushed through the channel to his womb.
Drops of Leo’s cum covered my stomach, and he arched with his orgasm, crying out.
I let him chase his own pleasure and simply enjoyed the view and sensations.
His thrusts got uneven, but he kept coming, fucking himself on my cock all the way.
His womb had sunk low, the tight channel reaching past the ridges under my cockhead.
He got ecstatic when I was lodged in there.
His insides milked me with powerful spasms, making my balls draw up and my knot tingle with the approaching climax.
Leo froze, his hands on his nipples, and shuddered, eyes open wide.
When my cum flooded his womb, he gave out a happy groan. My little incubus loved breeding.
Rolling on top of him, I folded his legs to his chest and pumped my hips slowly as the knot grew to its full size.
My cock kept pulsing, cum spurting, and my mate made the most perfect sounds.
My orgasm rushed up and down my spine, my wings spread of their own volition, and I roared from deep in my gut.
When I half-shifted, every sensation got twice as intense, the pleasure drawn out.
I felt invincible as I snapped my hips, giving Leo more, and even more, and he took it all, spurring me on, his greedy hands stroking my back and pulling on my ass cheeks.
He began mumbling words, breathless, and I only understood half of what he said.
What I heard was filth—sweet, loving filth.
“I love your cum. Love it. Feels so good. Your cock… Please, Master. I’m your hole. I’m a…sloppy fuckhole. Dirty, sloppy fuckhole. Love your cum so much. Your cum, breeding me. Breed me. Yes. Yes. Breed me.”
It could have been an hour, or two, or maybe only ten minutes. The pulses got less intense and further apart, the pressure in my knot and balls easing. I wrapped my arms and wings around Leo, gathering him to me as I sat against the headboard.
He wiggled and sighed, his body getting limp. I didn’t pull out of his womb. I didn’t want to.
“I’m so full,” he murmured against my chest. “Love being knocked up.”
“Good. I’ll breed you with every heat, my little mate. Such a gorgeous body shouldn’t ever be empty. Would be a waste.”
“I had a dream last night. I held a beautiful little baby and cradled him to my chest. He sucked my milk, falling asleep, and you put your cock inside me. You said you needed to breed me while I was still open after giving birth. You poured your cum into me and got me pregnant again, and I was so happy that I didn’t have to wait until another heat. ”
“Sadly, not possible. But you’d like that, omega? Being pregnant constantly?”
Leo wriggled, humming.
“Mmm, I’d have you inside me all the time. I’d love that. I can’t wait to have a bigger stomach. I want you to come on it. I want to smear your cum all over my big round belly, and then I want to get on my knees and choke on your cock.”
“You have a dirty mind, my love, but in heat, you’re a filthy nympho.”
“Do you like it, Master?”
“I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“My cock is still up in your womb.”
“It’s the best feeling in the world.” He tightened his inner muscles, and we both groaned. “All the cum in there. I feel it. It’s so good.”
Massaging his ass cheeks, I rocked up into him, just tiny thrusts, making the ridges move through the sensitive channel.
“Davidson. Mmm. Yes. I’m coming again. Coming.”
Helpless, he lay over me like a wet rag, but I could feel the orgasmic flutters in his tissues surrounding my knot and cockhead.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“But what if you pass out?”
“Don’t care. Fuck me until I’m out of it, and then keep going. Yes. Fuck me. I’m your fuckhole, Master. Please. I need it. Just a fuckhole… Need fucking.” He was losing his grip on reality already.
“Shh. I’ll keep fucking you, don’t worry. I’ll keep you full and coming until you fall asleep, love.”
“Uh-huh. Thank you. Thank you, Master.”
My insatiable little mate panted and shivered for minutes on end as I rocked him on my knot, locked in breeding.
Quiet, low moans accompanied his every exhale, and the tremors in his muscles got less noticeable.
I stilled, and Leo didn’t move. Cupping his head, I tilted his face up to check his expression.
His eyes closed, his lips parted, he seemed to be deeply asleep.
Smiling, I cuddled him to my chest and closed my eyes as well.
When we woke up, we lay tangled in a big wet spot. Good thing we’d put a protective sheet over the bed before the heat, or we’d have had to throw the mattress out by the end of the week.
Leo cast his leg over my hip and pulled himself closer to me, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“What time is it?” he murmured sleepily.
“I have absolutely no idea and don’t care.”
That made him grin. “True. No reason to care.” He kissed me and sighed. “It feels better and better.”
“What?”
“There’s this sensation in my belly. Like this contented fullness in my womb. It’s getting better every day. I love it.”
I grinned. “Seems we’re doing it right.”
Leo giggled. “Oh yes.”
“But now I should feed you. You’re supposed to take my knot a few more times and then grow a person inside you.”
Eyes shining, Leo gazed up at me. “I am.” He looked giddy at the prospect, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come. I don’t care what time it is, but you need breakfast.”
“I’d like eggs,” he blurted, then bit his lip.
“Then let’s make eggs.”
Around lunchtime on the fourth day of his heat, Leo was napping on the sofa in my office. He lay curled up on his side, wearing only a silk robe, and his palm rested on his underbelly. He looked serene and content, and just breathtaking.
I only tore my eyes away because I had an email from Devon Hassel. I frowned at my laptop screen. It sounded like good news, but my gut was telling me something else.
He’s back home. No signs of any activity here. Neither Leo’s nor your place is being watched. He’s made a point of being seen on dates with two different omegas in the past three days. He acts like he wants us to believe he’s given up. I recommend continued heightened security measures. /DH
Since I had nothing better to do, I answered the encrypted message right away.
Thank you for the update.
We’re staying at the house, not leaving the premises until at least a few days into Leo’s recovery. Your recommended security measures apply.
My inquiry into A’s businesses shows several offshore accounts and a complicated structure of affiliated firms in multiple countries.
For someone who’s supposed to be all clean, he’s sitting on top of an unusually complex web of companies.
When put together with the list of countries he’s visited during the past few years and his political connections, my guess would be arms trade.
If I was able to find out this much, he’s surely being monitored by the Bureau as well.
Can we use this?
Hassel’s reply came only a few minutes later.
Not at the moment. Any attempt to expose him without direct proof would be deemed a political smear campaign. Looking for proof draws attention to yourself. Let me know when you plan to go out. /DH
With a sigh of frustration, I clicked the laptop shut.
I knew Hassel was right, but the waiting pissed me off.
I’d promised myself I’d forget about this nonsense until after Leo’s heat, but it was his safety, dammit.
And now that he would be with child, the thought of something happening to him became even more agonizing than before.
“Are you working?” Leo asked from the sofa, his voice rough with sleep.
“Sorry, love.”
“It’s okay. You have a lot of responsibility. I understand.”
In fact, I’d been ignoring my inbox unless it had to do with Leo, but I wouldn’t tell him that. I didn’t want him to worry.
“I’m done for today. How are you feeling?”
Moving slowly, Leo stood and walked toward me. I opened my arms, and he sank onto my lap fluidly, fitting into my hold like he was a part of my body.
He hummed, nuzzling my jaw. “My head’s empty, but I feel good. Great even.”
My hand automatically drifted to his stomach, and he moaned when I stroked it.
“Yeah. I love it when you touch my belly.”
“You do?”
“Mmm. Makes me think of breeding.”
So I sat him on my desk and kissed his stomach until he leaked a little puddle of slick onto the aged wood. Then I shoved my tongue into his ass and made him come.
Leo lay slumped over my desk, panting, legs spread wide and swollen chest exposed. I took a picture of him like that and saved it on my phone.
He grinned when he heard the telltale sound of the phone camera.
“What are you going to do with the picture?” he asked.
“When I’m pissed at work, I’ll pull it up and think of how you taste when you come.”
“And that will cheer you up?”
“Most definitely.”
I took his hand and pulled him into a sitting position. His nipples jutted out from his enlarged pecs. I caressed one and raised my eyebrows questioningly. I could spend the next half an hour with my mouth on his chest. I couldn’t think of anything better to do.
“Can I have a wish, Master?” Leo asked, batting his eyelashes.
“You can tell me. I’ll decide if you get what you ask for.” Of course, I’d do whatever he wanted, but that wasn’t the game we played.
Coy as ever, Leo cupped his pecs. “They’re heavy and tight. Full of milk, but I’d like to wait. When the next heat wave comes, I’d like you to put your fist in me and suck them empty. But if you want me to milk myself now while you watch, I’ll do it.”
I gripped his wrists and dragged his hands away. “We wait. You’ve been good. You deserve my fist up your ass as a reward if that’s what you want.”
“I do. Thank you, Master.”
“Now clean up my desk. It stinks of your heat.”
I sat back while Leo brought a wet towel and wiped the desk clean, his open robe fluttering around. While he worked, a few drops of clear liquid escaped his straining nipples, running down his chest.
I caught him by his waist, and he froze. Holding his gaze, I slowly licked the stray drops off his skin. Leo swallowed, his eyes darkening.
His heat had turned him into a mindless sex fiend, and I loved it.
I kept my promise. In the evening, I fisted him while he nursed me, then I bred him one more time.
The next was the last day of his heat, and Leo got more and more sleepy. For his last heat wave in the middle of the night, he barely woke up. After that, he slept for thirteen hours straight.
Which gave me way too much time to think and worry.