Chapter 7 #3
“But nothing really beats being with an omega. And,” pausing, I glance around the room, “being stuck in here, with the windows shut and the pheromones accumulating… It makes a person want…things.”
Rus sucks in a sharp breath, and I swear I can nearly hear his heart pounding in his chest. The same sweet scent I just talked about pours out of him, sending shivers down my spine with its intensity.
“Does it make you want things, too?” I ask, hopeful and insecure, anxiously biting the inside of my lip while I study his face.
He briefly looks down at my lips before meeting my eyes again. His hand rests inches from mine on the table. “It-it does…”
Relief washes over me like a cool ocean wave. He wants me. That’s good. That’s perfect.
I inch my fingers closer until I finally make contact. He shivers ever so slightly at the touch, his skin warm but rough from all the manual work he does. I wonder how his thumb would feel inside my mouth.
His hulking chest rises and falls sharply, betraying the same growing lust glistening in his gaze. The tight fabric of his shirt outlines the small key hanging on his neck. I have to keep reminding myself to stop looking at it.
“It’s hard to ignore the scent of your pheromones. They’re everywhere. So sweet, like marzipan.”
His eyelashes flutter, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “I know they smell like almonds, but no one’s said marzipan before.” His voice is low and careful, and goodness, I want him so much.
I slide my fingers between his before gently clasping his hand, drawing his attention back to me. The closer I lean, the deeper his breaths become.
“If we do this,” he suggests hesitantly, “being locked in here together could…could get awkward.”
“Nothing wrong or awkward about two adults acting on their natural urges. But we don’t have to do anything.
It’s completely up to you, Rus,” I say in a smooth, charming voice, despite my stomach twisting painfully at the mere idea of him refusing.
I desperately push down the panic. That, and the guilt and shame and doubt.
I need him to say yes. Please say yes.
Rus’s scent intensifies, so I lean even closer. Something flashes in his eyes before they close, and then his lips clash with mine, his strong arm seizing the back of my neck to pull me to him.
Energizing relief pulses through my being like some supernatural force. The empty bowls clink somewhere under us as we push them aside, our arms reaching out and hands grabbing, desperate to press into flesh. Warmth seeking warmth, skin seeking skin.
His beard scratches against the stubble on my face, and each sensation makes me long for more.
“The bed?” he asks when he pulls away to catch his breath, eyelids heavy with lust.
With a crooked smile, I nod.
The magpie startles and lets out a string of harsh rattles as we loudly and messily move across the room, huffing and gasping as we twist our bodies together.
I push Rus down without thinking about the fact that it might well break the bed. He lands on the mattress, and I stand between his spread knees, marveling at the sight.
“You know…I’ve been wondering what that big, strong body’s like underneath all those clothes,” I say, dragging my fingers up his leg from the knee all the way to his thigh. It ripples with glorious muscles, too.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and shifts his hips to adjust himself in his pants, which are clearly getting a little too restrictive. With a mischievous grin, I stare at his crotch where an inviting bulge tugs at the fabric.
“Want me to touch you?”
Rus’s eyes widen briefly, at the same moment his chest rises with a sharp breath. He nods.
I slide his pants and underwear down. Rus’s cock slaps over his slightly rounded belly, already rock hard and so deliciously thick.
He lets out a tense exhale and shifts his hips again to help me pull his pants over his feet and off.
I can barely tear my gaze away from his swelling pride, but everything in front of me is demanding attention.
His body is sculpted, but it carries a pleasant amount of softness as well, not to mention the light ginger hair covering most of it, including the untrimmed bush down below.
“Look at you…” I whisper, my mouth already watering.
I don’t even know where to reach first. I run my hands over his firm thighs that look like they could snap my neck if I got between them, before finally relenting to his desperate whimpers and taking him into my hand.
Rus moans, jolting his head back as he lies there propped up on his elbows. He’s maybe five inches, but so fucking thick and beautifully pink. I pull his foreskin back with each stroke and then slide it over the head, feasting on the sounds that come out of him.
I smell his slick, but I don’t go down there just yet, no matter how much I’d love to. My own cock throbs desperately inside my pants, so I rub myself over the fabric, my teeth clenched in desperation.
When Rus starts thrusting into my grip, I give in and pull them down before kneeling over him.
I want to see more of those muscles rippling underneath his shirt. The moment he tilts his head down to see me again, I slide my hand under the hem, letting him know what I’m about to do.
His lovely face is all red. It’s way hotter than I would’ve imagined.
I run my palms up the straining muscles sculpting his wide torso and then his rounded pecs before gently tugging his shirt up.
Rus understands quickly and takes it off.
The necklace with the key falls back against his skin, and for a moment, I get a little staggered.
I almost forgot that was the reason for doing this.
Swallowing hard, I reach for it nonchalantly and pull it over his head. He doesn’t even blink. Throwing it onto the side of the bed, I move in to kiss Rus, our cocks rubbing against each other, my hands kneading at his chest.
Fuck. This is so damn…
“I want to feel your body against mine,” he whispers between kisses. The need in his voice makes my vision go blurry with desire. Rus bends over so he can still kiss me while I shift downward to rest my knee between his legs. I take us into a tight grip, stroking our erections together.
The sight of it takes my breath away. My cock, nearly twice as long as Rus’s but slimmer, glides against his. I tap his leg with my free hand, and he gets my meaning at once. He bends his knees and rests his feet at the edge of the bed.
The delicious smell of his wetness, the same as his pheromones only ten times more enticing, floods my nose, and I need to shut my eyes for a moment not to lose it.
“Fuck, Rus. This… You—”
“Are you going to fuck me?” he asks provocatively, his heavy gaze mesmerizing. Everything about him is. I can’t handle that tone of his voice, deep and gruff and raw; something between a needy plea and an insecure beg.
“You bet I’ll fuck you,” I say through my clenched teeth and slide my hand between his legs, following the shape of his balls until I’m greeted by the warm, wet goodness of his clenching hole. “I’ll fuck you nice and good, pretty thing. Don’t you worry.”
He swears and moans out my name, shuddering so powerfully I can feel it passing through him.
My mind’s completely fucking wiped. No more plans, no more ulterior motives. Nothing else matters but Rus and the way his body burns for me. The way he needs me.
“How could any alpha ignore you?” I whisper while my first finger goes in.
Rus’s legs on each side of me flex, and his lower back curves.
I don’t know what to look at. His soft belly covered in hair?
His lovely pink hole, that handsome face flushed with blood, or his massive hands desperately clawing into the mattress?
I want nothing but to push my cock in and fuck him senseless.
“You’re perfect…” I release our cocks and instead focus on Rus by gripping him at his shaft and pulsing my grip with the rhythm of my digits going in and out of his hole.
He writhes under me so beautifully. To see a hulking man like him, all muscle and power, turned into a mushy, needy mess is wreaking havoc on me.
“Absolutely fucking perfect,” I groan the words out, perhaps turning even more desperate than he is as I watch three of my fingers disappearing into him.
It should be me.
It should be my cock in there, exploring the warm, soft walls of his insides.
Suddenly, his hand is over mine, clutching me as his cock twitches and his entire body tenses at once. I stare at him with my breath held, my mouth open, and watch as Rus’s face seizes with the pleasure of his orgasm.
He spurts all over his chest, strings of white covering his belly like fallen snow.
“Gods,” he whispers, letting himself sink back. “I just…”
“You have no idea how hot that was.” My heart beats so fast it might actually explode. I ease my grip after a few more gentle strokes to help him ride it out. When he stops trembling, Rus lifts his head to look at me, guilt painted all over his face.
“It’s been a while since—”
He trails off into silence as I drag my tongue all the way from his stomach to his chest. I lick every bit of his release, and the salty taste of his cum and his sweat mix with my own arousal and the scent of his pheromones into a dizzying, intoxicating cocktail.
Rus twitches under my tongue, his skin hot, almost pulsing.
I catch some of his body hair with my teeth, making him jolt and moan.
When I get all of it and end up kneeling over him, our faces perfectly even, I smile. He’s already growing hard again in my loose grip by the time I lick the last drop of his cum from the corner of my mouth.
“Are you up for more?” I’ve kept my fingers inside him motionlessly until now, but as I ask, I spread them out, stretching his squishy, wet walls.