Chapter 17
17
BENJAMIN
The ride home in the back seat of my dad and pop's sedan was glorious torture, the same as our earlier shower had been. I wanted to rub my face on Connor's chest and bask in his wonderful scent. Once I'd satisfied that desire, I planned to kiss him until we were both dripping sweat and precome.
These were not the best thoughts to have while avoiding PDA in my parents' car. Pops offered to help us with our bags, but the two carry-ons were no problem for me, especially now that Connor's was practically empty. They even stacked together so I could pull them with one handle.
I gave Pops a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow after work."
Work. Fuck. I still had reports to write and spreadsheets to finish and analyze.
Not tonight. I had Connor all to myself, and I planned to make the most of it.
He easily deduced the small room with the single bed and desk was the spare room. I dragged him past it, one hand on his rolling suitcase. It was the same way he'd hauled mine through the airport to my gate in New York.
That seemed like a lifetime ago. I'd learned so much since then, about Connor, shifters, and fated mates. I didn't want to wait another moment to show him what he meant to me.
In the bedroom, I let go of his bag handle in front of the closet's accordion doors. I propped our carry-ons against the wall and cupped his face, pulling him down for a kiss.
"We fit together so well," I moaned against his mouth as I tugged at his t-shirt hem.
He took the hint and removed the shirt. "It's fate."
"It's something." My cock was already straining against my jeans' zipper.
I kept trying to speed things up, but Connor took his time kissing and nibbling my ear, throat, and along my collar bone to my shoulder before reversing course and nibbling up the other side. By the time he finished, I was a gibbering mess of want, begging him to fuck me already.
"Condoms?" he asked.
"No. I mean, I have a box, but I don't want to use them."
Connor took a step back, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "What are you saying?"
"I'm all in on fated mates, baby." Nobody was more surprised than I was to hear me say that. "I want all of it. All of you."
He cleared his throat twice before he could speak. "It's been one weekend. I don't think we're ready for bite marks and bonding. And what if you get pregnant?"
Before, the "P" word would have been a splash of ice water over my head, but now, it only made me more frantic for it. If I didn't know better, I would think I was going into heat.
"I'm ready," I said. "I've never wanted a baby before, but now I do. That must mean something, right?"
"I don't have a job yet," Connor said. "What if I can't support you and the baby?"
"I hate my job," I admitted, "but it pays well, and I've got some money in the bank." I laughed. "I might also have some shares in that bank, but still."
My weak joke at my family's expense made him grin.
"I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now," I continued. "That has to mean something."
Connor nuzzled along my neck again, making the hairs at my nape and on both arms stand up. "It means everything," he said, "because I feel the same way about you."
Our clothes came off in a heap after that. I kept my briefs on for the moment because I didn't want to leak slick all over my bedroom floor.
Time stood still as I ogled my mate from his sun-kissed hair and beautiful blue eyes to his broad shoulders and trim hips. I'd gotten a few glimpses of his gorgeous cock already, but knowing it was about to fill me up made it even more eye-catching. I tugged him closer to me with both hands wrapped around it, teasing his velvety skin with my fingertips only.
"I want to taste you," I said, "since you've gotten to taste me."
He groaned as I fell to my knees. I ignored his cock, choosing instead to suck one furred ball into my mouth and then the other. He tasted so good, all salt and musk. I licked the hairless path between his balls from his taint to the base of his cock.
"Gods, Ben, please."
I continued the line with the tip of my tongue, up his veiny cock to the uncut foreskin. I'd never been with anyone uncut before. I traced the skin with my tongue, and Connor gave another encouraging moan. He tried to thrust into my mouth when I docked my tongue between his flesh and the flap of skin.
Once I'd had my fill of teasing him, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him down. It had been a while since I'd deep throated anyone. I gagged and my eyes watered, but I kept going.
"Are you okay? Don't hurt yourself!"
I looked up at Connor and released all but his cock head, once again sweeping my tongue around it. He raised his head toward the ceiling and made a sound like a wolf howl, though nowhere near as loud or as sharp.
I took that as a sign of success and kept going, gliding his cock along my tongue. I banged it against my uvula before angling him down my throat again.
"Fuck, Ben, I'm not going to last."
I pulled all the way off this time and gave the leaking slit at the tip one final lick. "I want your knot."
He groaned and tugged me to my feet before shucking my briefs off. I stepped out of them and he licked a bead of precome from my cock before standing up and crushing our lips together.
I stumbled backward onto the bed and he was everywhere around me, his body pressing me into the mattress.
"My turn," he said before plundering my mouth with his tongue.
Once again, he took his time. If he wore lipstick, every inch of my skin would have been covered with it as he feathered kisses along my body. He stopped to pinch my nipples lightly between his teeth and continued his downward trek, his hands pinning me in place to keep me from squirming. His kisses became firmer and more hurried, the closer he came to my cock.
When he sucked my balls into his mouth, I grabbed my pillow from above my head and held it over my face so I could scream into it. I was already so close, and I didn't want to scare Connor with the noises I made.
He tugged the pillow away from me a moment later and used it to prop up my lower back. Then, he lifted my knees to my chest and smirked. "You taste so good."
He sank onto my cock with his whole mouth, sucking me down. His eyes crinkled at the corners the way they did when he smiled, and I couldn't look away.
He popped off me with a grin and cupped my thighs in his meaty palms, tugging them further apart. The move usually made me feel open and vulnerable, but with Connor, I felt complete trust. He'd already taken great care of me on our cross-country trip, and he would treat me with the same care in bed.
He leaned in and blew on my hole, making me clench and shiver with anticipation. Then, he leaned closer, gliding his warm tongue along my crease, licking up the excess slick. He shifted to the other side to do the same. The third lick went right up the middle, over my hole. My whole body tensed and my cock bounced against my abs, splashing precome from my groin to my ribs. I didn't mind it. I was already too far gone to the sensations of Connor's tongue spearing my ass, dipping inside me and beginning to loosen me up.
When he had dissolved me into a boneless, quivering mass, he pulled back on his haunches and wiped the excess slick from his face with two of his fingers. Then, he slid them inside me. I wriggled on the pillow, trying to take more of him. He stopped me with his other hand at my hip and added another finger to continue to stretch me open.
I needed more. I was already so close. Tears hovered in the corners of my eyes. "Please."
He curled his fingers into my prostate and my cock jumped again, spraying more precome everywhere and making us both laugh. Connor's gaze turned serious. He circled his fingers again, gathering more slick, and then he pulled them out.
I watched his every move as he coated his thick cock with my slick and scooted forward on his knees, positioning himself at my entrance. "You ready?"
I wanted to shout something clever, like, "Get in me," but all that came out was a squeaky, "Yes!"
Connor hooked one of my knees over his elbow and placed my opposite heel on his shoulder. Then, he leaned forward, spreading my legs wide while his cock slid inside me. I'd never been opened like that before. His huge cock still burned, but the pleasure followed close behind, making me weep for real.
Instead of the punishing pace I'd expected from an alpha, Connor took his time, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back into me slowly. His cock dragged against my prostate, igniting sparks at the base of my spine. He readjusted my legs so he could lean over me, trapping my cock between my body and his washboard abs. He was my first partner with any abs to speak of. The friction on my leaking cock was glorious.
He leaned down to seal our mouths together in a slow, sensuous kiss that set every nerve ending in my body to buzzing. I whimpered into his mouth as the need built to a crescendo unlike any I'd experienced.
Connor broke the kiss with a harsh pant and reached between us, tugging on my cock with his thick fingers. I came hard, my vision going white around the edges while Connor prolonged my orgasm with gentle nibbles and licks along my throat.
He grunted and froze above me, and I swore I could feel his seed spreading inside me, filling my channel and making me whole.
That sensation spread. Connor's knot stretched me so well, pushing my slick into overdrive. It once again dripped down my crack and onto the comforter we hadn't bothered to pull off the bed.
"Your knot is huge!" I rocked myself against him, experiencing a pleasure I'd never known. I'd had prostate orgasms before, but not like this. My cock rebounded immediately, and the rocking sensation quickly built to a second orgasm that dribbled out of me without a touch to my cock.
Connor plastered his cheek to the side of my neck as he rutted into me, finding his second release while I was still in the throes of mine.
"Wow," he whispered once we finally caught our breath and his knot shrank enough for him to pull out. "That was better than I'd ever imagined."
I wanted to tease him, but I agreed. All sex I'd had before was merely the practice before the big game.
"Is it like that every time?" I asked.
His adorable smirk was back. "Dunno. Wanna find out?"
Fuck yes, I did. But first, "We should probably rinse off and get some sleep." I had to work tomorrow, after all, and it was already well past eleven.
"I know how I'm waking you up tomorrow," he said.
The morning sex, nothing more than frotting until we both came all over Connor's abs, was just as good.
When I got home from work, I discovered Connor had done all my laundry. Somehow, he'd saved the shirt I'd ruined in the airport bathroom. Then, he'd gone grocery shopping at the corner market and baked cookies for an after-work snack.
The sex afterward was fantastic. Having a stay-at-home alpha to take care of me was better than anything I'd imagined.