Chapter 11 Fable
Fable
Even as Guy lowered himself over me, I felt my phone buzz again in my pocket.
I wanted nothing more than to give Guy my undivided attention, but of course, my mother wouldn’t accept my silence.
Her text had that half-judgy, half-disappointed tone of hers.
It said that her neighbor, Mrs. Gibson, had seen me kissing a man at the convention center today.
Assumptions were made, and therefore, I was being ordered to bring my boyfriend to Christmas dinner.
How was I supposed to explain that Guy was not, in fact, my boyfriend?
No matter how much the idea appealed to me.
She would no doubt continue to text me until I answered, so I was more than glad to kick off my pants and send them to the floor, along with my persistently buzzing phone.
“Do you need to answer that?” Guy asked as he nipped and licked his way along my jaw, before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
“Nope, she can wait,” I panted, burying my fingers in his hair and holding him to me.
Thankfully he didn’t stop, because I refused to let my mother kill the mood.
We’d already been cut short twice now—once by alcohol and once by the convention—and I refused to let anything else get in the way of sexy times.
Banishing any future drama from my mind, I let myself give in to the sensations.
Guy was so warm, so attentive, and even though he’d propped himself up to keep his full weight off me, the pressure as he ground his hips against me helped me sink into the moment.
Everything inside me ached for him. Pulling his hair, I urged him back up to my mouth, where I kissed him hard and he kissed me harder.
He gripped the nape of my neck, anchoring me to him. “Fable,” he whispered against my lips, followed by a slew of French words I couldn’t grasp beyond how downright sexy they sounded in that gravelly voice of his. He could be reciting his grocery list and I would still be dripping slick for him.
Grabbing me around the waist, he rolled so that I was on top, knees bracketing his hips.
His fingers were nimble as he worked my shirt off, one button at a time.
When I was down to just my underwear, Guy pushed me up to sitting.
He stared up at me, his pupils blown, taking in every detail of my body.
It was the first time in my life I hadn’t felt like I was too pale, too freckled, too scrawny.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praised, running a hand down my chest and stomach, feather light, and the way he watched me with such rapt adoration, I actually believed him. “How did I get so lucky?”
At long last, his hand reached the waistband of my underwear, and I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me where I needed it the most. He was taking too long, though, hand hovering in midair, and in the end, my lungs were screaming for oxygen.
When Guy finally palmed my length through the fabric, I took a gasping breath, staring down my body as he thumbed the wet spot of precum soaking into my briefs.
I must’ve made some kind of sound, a whine or a whimper, because Guy’s lips slanted in a self-satisfied grin.
He flipped us again so he could kneel on the bed above me and peel my underwear off, leaving me fully bare for him.
My skin flushed under his attention, my lips tingling with whisker burn. Guy, however, was still fully dressed.
“Your turn,” I said, voice pitched like a plea. “I need to see you, touch you. Please.”
“Anything my omega asks, it is yours.” Oh, to be his. He stood only long enough to peel his clothes up and off, exposing his thickly built body and dark hair leading down. I propped up on my elbows to follow that path with my eyes.
My mouth watered as my gaze roamed down his body to his hard, girthy length standing proud between his legs.
Fuck. My fingers itched with the need to reach for him.
There was this sense of desperation filling me like I’d never experienced before.
I felt like I might combust, a heady, foggy sensation taking over my brain.
Guy climbed back on the bed, easing me down to the mattress. I spread my legs and welcomed him in, and he used his strong thighs to spread me even wider. “I need you,” I demanded, but he just made a tsking sound.
“You’re not ready yet,” he scolded lightly, one hand creeping between us and up the inside of my thigh. “But you will be…” And then his fingers were there between my ass cheeks, searching out my hole.
I gasped as he inched one thick digit inside me, crooking it slightly to stroke at my sweet spot.
I grappled with his shoulders, trying to coax him to move faster, but it was like trying to move a tank.
And when I went to reach between us to grab his wrist and force his hand, he casually shifted his weight to pin me down so that I was at his mercy.
He refused to be rushed, making it clear he was going to take his time to stretch me properly.
And I appreciated the care he showed me, I really did. Except… I could feel the beginning of an orgasm creeping up on me, and there was no way I was going to come on his fingers. “Please, Guy, I need you,” I said.
“You have me,” he replied, inserting another finger before bending to suck at my nipple, scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub.
“Yes, but… I need more of you,” I specified, trying to wiggle on his fingers and getting nowhere. “Like, now.”
I felt his smile against my skin. “I can give you more.” So agreeable, but then the bastard squeezed a third finger into me instead, pumping slowly, and while it was nice—great, even—it was not what I wanted. And he knew it! When I growled, his shoulders shook with a laugh.
“You’re teasing me!” I whined. “Would you please fuck me already? I’m starting to think you don’t want me.”
That had his attention. He pulled his fingers from my entrance and moved back up to look me in the eye, suddenly serious. “Never think that. I want you, Fable. I will always want you.”
His words settled something inside me, an unease that I’d been quietly living with my whole life. The fear of not being enough, of not finding my place, my person. Right here and now, Guy was my one.
Guy kissed me slowly, languidly, as he shifted his hips, notching the head of his cock at my entrance.
He added the briefest amount of pressure, but before he could sheathe himself inside me, he paused.
His head jerked back, eyes wide. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.
You’re… you need a condom. Merde, why don’t I have a condom? ”
“Stop saying condom,” I said, trying to calm him down, but I could tell this really bothered him, and not just because he wasn’t getting laid.
It was like he was more worried about me and my safety than his own.
I could feel this perfect moment slipping away, and I knew I was about to offer something I had never given to anyone else before.
Guy, a near stranger, and yet I trusted him more than any relationship I’d had.
“Hey, no! It’s okay,” I said, turning his face back to mine. “My last test was clean, and I haven’t been with anyone in… a very long time, and never without a condom. And I went through my heat like two weeks ago. We’re good to go, if that’s something you…?”
A muscle ticked in Guy’s jaw, and I could sense his desperation. I swore his eyes looked different in this light—darker, deeper somehow, pupils blown wide. “It’s been years for me. No one else has been worth my time.”
His words made heat bloom inside me; it almost sounded like he’d been waiting for me. I wished I’d known to wait for him too. “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes, but only if you’re sure.”
In reply, I tipped up and kissed him. I hooked my ankles behind his back and dragged him in.
It made me feel powerful to lead this man, even as I acknowledged he was far stronger than I was.
I would never be able to overpower him, and yet, he allowed me the illusion that I was in control.
As his thick crown breached my entrance at last, we both groaned.
He was thicker than his three fingers had been, but I relished the burn.
This was what I wanted, needed, to feel complete at last.
Guy paused, buried deep inside me, his arms shaking as he tried not to move until I was ready. “Are you okay?”
“So much better than okay,” I promised.
He pulled back gently, until only the tip remained inside me, never once breaking eye contact with me.
When he surged forward, my head fell back, a strangled cry escaping my lips.
He took advantage of my bared neck and nuzzled close, his beard tickling my flushed skin.
His kisses were rough, but also, nowhere near enough.
With each consecutive thrust, he began to really put his weight behind it, until he was bucking into me, halfway feral with our combined need. I had no control over the sounds I made, and he seemed to get off on them, each whimper or whine drawing out an echoing grunt or growl from him.
Pleasure built deep inside me until my toes began to curl, and I was helpless to do anything but feel. “Oh gods, it’s too much,” I whined, but then he slowed down, taking my words the wrong way. “Don’t you dare stop!” I shouted, and he thankfully resumed his breakneck pace.
Guy’s rhythm stuttered, and I knew he was close.
Perfect timing, because there was no stopping my release now.
“Fable, I can’t—oh, fuck!” he cursed, slamming himself as deep as he could get.
I felt his release, hot cum spilling inside me, his cock throbbing, and as his knot forced its way in, creating a seal, I quite simply fell apart.
I came between us, painting our stomachs with cum, and as my climax crested, it was powerful enough to white everything out. My ears, my eyes, all sense of reason—gone.
Guy rolled so I could collapse on his chest, sweaty and sticky with cum and slick, both of us panting to catch our breath.
All the things I wanted to say, the promises I wanted to make, they were all suddenly too big for mere words.
So I did my best to show him. My lips found a spot between his neck and shoulder, and I latched onto the skin and sucked hard.
I had the irrational urge to bite him, to leave a mark of what we’d shared, but he would probably think that was weird, so a hickey would have to do.
He groaned, his cock jerking inside me, and he held me there, shuddering, until I unlatched from his flesh, leaning back to examine my handiwork. Satisfied for now, I sighed in relief and total bliss and snuggled up on his chest.
In the silence, I heard the muffled buzz of my phone.
My eyes cracked open, reality crashing down.
I could only get away with ignoring my mother for so long, but I didn’t know what to tell her.
Would Guy play the role of fake boyfriend one last time?
I couldn’t bear to bring it up now. Not when everything else was so perfect.
No matter how incredible this was, there was no ignoring our current situation. There was a clock ticking down to our deadline, and as much as I told myself to live in the moment, my heart was already looking toward the future, one where Guy was so much more.