NINE #2
A raw sound steeped in agony and craving breaks out of me when I crash our mouths together. I fall into him, and he’s there to catch me, opening for me, meeting me halfway, letting me take him deep.
I bite on his lips, tightening my grip on his nape and waist so he can’t escape, so he’s goddamn fused to me. It only makes him cling harder to me, muffling his whimper around my tongue, his nails digging into my shoulders to the point of pain.
I growl into his mouth, and his body shivers violently, and fuck, I need—I need him against a flat surface.
It only takes a couple of steps for Sam’s back to hit the wall, and for me to be on him like a fucking animal.
I devour his mouth while he feeds me his hot, swallow pants, his fingers now fisting my hair, and his leg hooked over my hip in a hold so proprietorial, it has my dick leaking in my slacks.
He’s so hard against me, his scent so thick I know he must be slick as fuck, his body already burning in my arms.
“Did you think about me yesterday?” I rasp against his lips. “When you left with my cum still inside you, your tits raw and empty?”
He nods, humming so prettily, the sound wrapping around my balls and squeezing.
“I hated washing you off me. I could feel you in me, on me, all day.”
God, he robs me of my sanity by simply existing.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, Sammy,” I whisper roughly, and I watch his throat move, his lovely, hazy eyes peering into my fucking soul. “You will turn around, brace against the wall, and let me fuck you until you’ve taken every drop of my load. Sound good, my perfect, sweet omega?”
My heart fucking trips in my chest at the smile he gives me, full of mischief and want, before he turns in my arms, and does exactly what I told him. And more.
His goddamn body bows when his forearms hit the wall, his ass cradling my cock in a way that should be fucking illegal even through our layers of clothing.
But it’s when he peeks at me over his shoulder that I know for a fact I’m going to do whatever this man asks of me. Because I never want him to stop looking at me like this.
Like he can’t wait for me to touch him. Like he can be as shy, as sweet, and as eager as he wants because he trusts me to take care of him, to make him feel good, all while his eyes remain soft and warm.
Those same eyes slide shut, and he sighs when I cover his back. I press kiss after kiss to his nape, nuzzling his skin, while I untuck his shirt and do quick work of his pants.
His chest rises and falls rapidly when I slip my hand under his clothes, trailing my fingers down his front, his skin feverish-hot under my touch. But he moans deeply when I massage his full tit with one hand, and fist his cock with the other at the same time.
“You like me playing with you like this?” I mutter in his ear, nipping the skin right behind it, his cock jumping in my hold.
He lets out a needy whimper when I roll his nipple with my fingers and give his drooling dick a slow, lazy stroke.
“I’d play with you like this for hours if I didn’t need desperately to feel you trembling around my cock. ”
“Please, Devon,” he whispers, taking one hand off the wall to slide his pants and underwear down his thighs, baring his ass, presenting himself to me.
“I feel so empty.” His eyes sparkle with shy mischief when he glances at me, craning his neck to rub his cheek against my jaw. “Need you in me, Alpha.”
Every cell in my body answers to his whispered need, my heart and my cock pulsing along the beat of one single thought.
Service him. Pleasure him. Make him full.
My hands are fucking shaking when I free myself, spreading him wide and pressing into his welcoming heat. He buries his groan in his bicep when I finally sink into him, and I pant against his nape, the fit so mind-numbingly tight like this, I’m already throbbing inside him.
He turns his head when he’s taken all of me, and I blindly kiss his temple. I swear I can hear how loud his heart is beating. Or maybe it’s just mine.
“Hold on, Sammy,” I murmur roughly against his skin, my palms spanning his perfect hips. It’s the only warning I manage to give him before I’m pulling out and ramming back in deep. He squeezes me tightly, a lust-drenched sob slipping out of him, and I’m done.
I fuck him like I own him, taking him in a ruthless, brutal pace that has both of us leaning hard against the wall for support. I barely leave his body, loathing when I have to draw back and leave his warmth.
He meets me thrust for thrust, biting back his moans when I grind into his gland, his forehead pressing against his forearm, and fuck, I have—I have to see him.
I cup his throat, and he turns his face, his eyes seeking mine, his lips already parting.
I kiss him until I’m sure my lungs will explode from lack of air, until my head spins from his scent, from his taste.
From him. Sam. My sweet Sam.
I feel it when he’s close, when he presses his ass deeper into the saddle of my hips, when he can no longer kiss me because what he’s feeling is too much, too good.
He whispers my name, his breath short, his eyes melting, his insides tightening around me, and I’m right there with him, rocking into him frantically, feeling like I’ll die if I don’t come inside him, needing to feel his pleasure even more. Because it belongs to me, just like he does.
“I’ve got you, Sammy.” I reach around him for his cock, giving him a firm, thorough pump from root to tip. “Let go for me.”
And God, he does, his eyes closing, abandoning himself to his release, coming apart while I hold him in my arms, while I fuck him through every single tremor.
My beautiful mate shatters for me.
My mate.
The orgasm slams into me, a growl of wild satisfaction rumbling in my chest as I pour my cum inside him, marking every inch of his insides.
Mine. My Sam. Only mine.
We both slump against the wall, but I keep one arm tightly around him, my hand on his belly. His nape is inches from my mouth, and it’s impossible not to kiss him there, not to map every one of his freckles until he sighs, relaxing completely against me.
“I really like it when you do that,” he mutters softly, his voice raspier than usual.
“Which part?” I ask, pressing my grin to his skin when he chuckles, the vibrations travelling to my dick and making me groan. I slip out of him gently, thankfully having the presence of mind not to knot him, and he turns around to face me.
“All of it. But especially when you kiss me like that.”
My racing heartbeat has nothing to do with what we were just doing moments ago, and everything to do with finally letting who he is to me wash over me.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re taking your time.” He pauses, his words even softer when he speaks again. “Like you don’t want to stop.”
I don’t answer him immediately, at least not with words since my chest feels too tight. Instead, I gather him in my arms again, and kiss him exactly like that—slowly, unhurriedly.
He looks even more dazed when I release him, and I fucking love I’m the one responsible for that look on his face.
“I don’t,” I tell him simply, holding his gaze. I don’t want to stop. I won’t. I will do anything.
His freckles are darker as he blushes and nods with a small, happy smile. I can only stare and trace that blush with my fingers.
“I’m still half-naked,” he murmurs, but does nothing about it, his eyes sliding shut while I keep touching him.
“Want to rectify that?”
“Yeah, I guess I should—”
“Because fully-naked would be even better.”
His body shakes with his laughter, his face fucking glowing when he looks at me again after we’ve both fixed our clothes.
He doesn’t clean up, my cum still inside him, probably dripping out of him right now.
My knot hasn’t even deflated, and yet my dick still jumps in my pants at the thought, something primal in me purring in satisfaction.
“Are you leaving for the day?” I ask, and immediately feel like a fucking idiot.
Of course he’s leaving. He should be leaving. His baby is waiting for his sweet daddy.
“I—” He hesitates, eyes soft, boring into mine. “I can stay for a few more minutes. To catch my breath.”
I’m scooping him up into my arms before he’s even finished his sentence, his gasp of surprise melting into a giggle as I carry him to the couch, and sit with him on my lap.
He feeds me his giggles, and then his smiles, and finally his sighs for a few more perfect minutes, and I hold my mate while my soul sings.
Neither of us catches their breath.