Karter
KARTER
“HEY, BABY BOY .”
“Hi. I’ve really been looking forward to hearing your voice.”
“I love hearing your voice too,” I told him. “Tell me how your day was.”
He talked to me about Ty and the duck pond, and how he’d chastised a poor old lady at the park for not having proper knowledge on ideal waterfowl diets. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image.
“Everyone’s got their hot button issue.”
“He’s definitely got some strong opinions on the subject,” he agreed. His voice was soft and low. Ty must have been asleep already. “Oh, and your doctor was able to get me in on Monday morning.”
“I can take you,” I said instantly. My doctor’s office was uptown, a good distance from where he lived. The bus would take forever.
“Don’t you have a job or something?” He wondered teasingly. “Besides, that’s totally embarrassing!”
“What’s embarrassing?”
“If I walk in there for birth control, and you’re with me, everyone’s going to imagine us having sex.”
“How would anyone know you’re there for birth control?”
“I don’t know, I feel like it will be obvious.”
“You worry too much,” I told him, but his nervous paranoia was cute. I asked when his appointment was, and told him I’d be there to pick him up 45 minutes earlier than that.
“How’s all the event stuff going for you guys?” He asked.
I gave him the basic rundown of everything that had happened, leaving out the extraneous details I knew would bore him. I also left out the part about Lucas needing to be peeled off my door by hotel security. I didn’t want him knowing the model in the picture he’d been so upset by was staying in the same hotel as I was.
“Sounds like you’re doing a really good job at keeping everything in line,” he praised me. I couldn’t help but scoff.
“I didn’t really have anything to do with organizing this. They just want me here as a face for the brand.”
“Well, still. I’m kind of in awe that you’re so important.”
“I’m not important,” I corrected him. “You’re important.”
“Stop,” he giggled. “You’re so corny.”
His giggle was so cute. I couldn’t help but imagine his lovely body cuddled under his blanket in cute pajamas. The memory of nudging his pajama pants down his hips to discover the panties I’d given to him burst into my head, instantly stiffening my cock.
“I really miss your scent,” I admitted, wishing it was something I could bottle and take with me whenever I had to be away from him. “I want you here with me.”
“What do I smell like?” He asked, but his voice had taken on a husky edge, like I knew it did when he was starting to get turned on.
“Sweet and warm,” I told him. “Like fresh sugar cookies.”
“That’s not sexy,” he complained. “Cookies aren’t sexy. Why can’t I ever be sexy?”
“Your scent, and you, are very, very sexy.”
“Really?”
“I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely stand it,” I said. It wasn’t an exaggeration.
“R-really?” He asked, sounding shocked and a bit squeaky. “You are?”
“Just for you, baby boy. I know if you were here, you’d take care of me. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, I would.” His sweet voice was a little breathless now. “I would do anything you wanted me to.”
His eager willingness to please me had even more arousal coursing down my body. Shifting onto my back, I took my cock into my hand to try and relieve some of the pressure.
“You’re so perfect. I can’t wait until I have you in my bed, all to myself.”
“W-what would you do to me if I was with you right now?”
“Remember when you told me I couldn’t tease you, when you begged me just to take you and relieve your heat?”
“Yeah.” I could hear his breath coming in soft pants now.
“When I undressed you and saw how wet you were, what I really wanted was to worship you with my tongue. To lick up every drop of slick you’d given me. Your hole is so pretty, I almost couldn’t resist.”
“Oh my god, Karter. ” His voice came out in an embarrassed whine.
“Would you like that? Getting your pretty little hole teased until I press my tongue in you?”
“Yes.” His answer was barely audible. His cheeks were probably streaked with embarrassment, his face shoved in a pillow. The mental image sent a wave of possessive protectiveness washing over me.
“Do you want to touch yourself, baby boy? If I can’t have you, I want to hear you whimpering and coming for me.”
“I can’t be loud,” he protested.
“That’s okay. You can be a good boy and be quiet for me this time, can’t you?”
“Y-yes. I’ll be quiet for you.”
“I’ll make it up to you when I come back. You can moan and cry as much as you want when I have you in my bed.”
Thinking of his smooth, slender body in my bed, open and willing for me had my hand speeding up its stroking. Precome beaded on my tip, as I let out a low hiss. He was mine . No one but me would ever get to hear his delightful noises again, or see the pink flush rushing up to the surface of his skin when he came. I was the only one he could turn to when he was achy with need or heat. Every inch of his body, inside and out, belonged to me now.
I needed to claim what was mine. I needed to bury my cock in his tight ass and sink my teeth into his pretty neck and mark him so that everyone would know. Would he come when I bit him? Would he gasp and squirm against me, impaled on my cock as I marked him?
“Tell me what you want from me, Cameron,” I ordered. I knew he was fully stroking himself now, just like I was. I could hear the urgent muffled whimpers coming out constantly.
“I want you inside me. I want- I need your knot.”
“I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my come until it’s leaking out around me.”
“Please, yes! I…” He paused, a nearly inaudible whine pouring out into my ear. “I’ll take everything you have to give me. Every drop.”
“You’ll be the only omega I’ve ever given my knot to.” I hadn’t meant to tell him that, unsure of how he would react. He let out a soft sound, like he’d been physically shocked.
“You haven’t knotted with anyone?”
“Never,” I swore. The friction from my hand was so good, hearing him in my ear intensifying every sensation. I imagined my fist was his perfectly tight passage, stretching open for my cock. “No one’s ever turned me on like you. I could fuck you forever and still never be satisfied.”
“Karter, I’m close.”
I was, too. Nothing would ever match the feeling of digging into his hips, holding him still while I spurted my seed out into his quivering body, but knowing he was coming because of me was good enough. For now.
“Me too.”
I listened to the sound of his labored panting get more and more desperate until finally he let out a sharp gasp followed by an absolutely beautiful little moan. The perfect pitch of that moan pushed me over the edge, my balls tightening as my come shot out in powerful jets.
It took him a bit to catch his breath, but finally I heard him speak again.
“Oh my god, that was so hot. I came really hard.”
“Show me,” I said. I could practically hear his blush over the phone.
“Show you… Like a picture?”
“Yes.”
“You want to see my… Come?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never sent a dirty picture to anyone before,” he admitted. But he didn’t sound repulsed by the idea. If anything, he sounded a little excited and flattered.
“For my eyes only. I promise.” As if I would ever allow anyone else to ever see him in that way.
I heard the sound of rustling for a few moments, and then eventually the click of the camera app.
“Um, okay, I sent it.”
Pulling the phone away from my ear when I felt the brief vibration, I opened the message.
And on my screen was the absolutely most delectable vision of Cameron’s slim body, from the top of his thighs up to his chest. His flushed cock, still half hard, rested perfectly between his hips. The lovely lines of his lithe torso were dotted and streaked with pearly white. Some of it had pooled into his bellybutton.
“You made a mess.”
“I told you I came really hard!” He responded, a bit defensively, which brought a laugh out of me.
“It wasn’t an insult, sweet boy.”
We briefly left our phones to get cleaned up, and by the time I came back, I recognized the sleepy note in Cameron’s voice.
“Sleep tight. I’ll see you on Monday morning,” I reminded him.
“And I’ll text you tomorrow,” he promised. “I know you’ll be busy, so it’s okay if it takes you a while to get around to it.”
I knew I would make the time to get back to him, but he didn’t need to know how many work responsibilities I was willing to shirk for him. A spoiled, carefree recipient of nepotism was the last way I wanted him to see me. In truth, I’d spent years cultivating the team under me, so I didn’t have to micromanage every waking moment. But still, I made sure I was informed on every new product and all the goings-on at the business.
“Goodnight, Cameron.”
“Night, Karter.”