Chapter 8 Roscoe
EIGHT
ROSCOE
“Reed,” I breathed his name while my fingers traced over his body. “Once we start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop.”
He grabbed both sides of my face. “There. Will. Be. No. Stopping.” He yanked off his old tee that I was wearing with trembling fingers before his hands splayed across my chest and my body lit up as if someone had set a match to my skin.
“But give me a minute.” Reed held up one finger. “Explain in twenty words or less Alpha Omega.”
“I’m kind of the boss, but not really, of the pack and as my mate, you’d have a title too.”
“Cool. I’d be the not really add on. Okay back to regular programming.”
"You have no idea what you do to me.” I placed my hands on his waist and inserted my thumbs under the waistband of his pajama pants. He giggle snorted, saying he was ticklish. “Your scent and how you move… I’ve been fighting my instinct and I can’t any more.”
“Stop fighting.” Reed stroked my face. “I’m yours and I want to be tied to you.” His mouth gaped. “I only realized that this minute. I’m yours forever.”
Even without looking in the mirror, I knew my eyes were the darkest they’d ever been. “When it happens… the mating, you might be overwhelmed as if you’ve been hit by a truck and I want you to be prepared.”
“I assumed it was pleasurable but being bowled over by a huge vehicle won’t be fun. Are you sure you have this right?” Reed narrowed his eyes. “Wait, this is your first time, right?”
I pursed my lips but laughter bubbled out of me. “Are we really doing this now? Talking about our previous sex life?”
“What? No. Yuck and double yuck. I’m asking about mating.”
Thank gods. Everything except Reed was in the past and I was burying those memories because he was my one and only.
“First and only time mating, forever and ever more.”
“But I want to know more about the truck thing. Will I have to be hospitalized?”
I rested my head on his chest and his heart thundered beneath me. “It’s like coming home. Or so I’ve heard. That’s how it’s described in shifter literature.”
"Then we'd better make it count.” Reed pulled me in for another kiss.
Reed's heart was still racing as he pressed against me and his tongue was desperate to get inside my mouth.
His words, “I’m yours forever,” echoed in my head and I was giddy, floating and drunk with happiness. All the things, because he was committing himself to me for always. His heightened scent swirled around us, teasing and tormenting me and ramping up my desire.
Taking a deep breath, I allowed his unique scent to filter into and fill me. Each time I did that, in and out, his breath mingled with mine and calmed me, removing the frisson of tension I experienced because I was worried I wouldn’t be good enough for him.
His mouth was so soft and I lost myself in the taste of him. But while my tongue was inside him, taunting his to tangle and wrestle, my cock longed to thrust into his channel making him writhe with my name on his lips.
“I love you,” I mumbled into his mouth so the words became a part of him.
“Right back at you.”
I broke away and nibbled at the delicate skin on his throat, trailing kisses lower as he whimpered and tugged my hair. I paused and wallowed in the delicious fusing of pain and pleasure, similar to an ache laced in something sweet.
“More, please.” Reed wriggled beneath me as he shimmied down his pajama pants.
I rolled off him, gazing hungrily at his cock, stiff and pink-tipped, as it stood at attention. His length needed some love, so I shoved my tongue in the slit, capturing the tiny morsel of pre-cum.
Reed groaned and arched his back and I parted my lips and allowed him entry.
“Roscoe!” He bucked his hips and fucked my mouth. Gods, he was thick and warm. I grazed my teeth over the shaft while flicking the head with my tongue.
“Your tongue is magic too.” Reed’s eyes were closed and his head lolled to the side as he urged me to go faster.
But I slid off him and he wailed, calling me a party pooper as his eyes opened and he got on both elbows. His swollen lips and come hither gaze sent a signal to my cock. I was so hard it was painful and I couldn’t mess up by coming before I was inside him.
Raising my hips from the mattress, I whipped off my underwear and my length slapped Reed’s thigh.
He stroked it before lifting his ass and coating his fingers in slick. “Wanna taste?”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply but shoved his slippery fingers in his mouth and smacked his lips.
“Not fair.” I walked my fingers over his hip and the curve of his butt, blanketing them in slick and lapping them until I took in every last drop.
His eyes were dark with desire, maybe as dark as mine, as he gave me a lazy smile. “What do we do now? Ponder, ponder.”
One of his hands went to his length and he wrapped his palm around the shaft, before sliding it from base to tip. He shivered and his body trembled while he flicked his tongue at me.
“I could spank you until your cheeks are pink and you can’t decide if you want me to continue or stop, or if you’re in pain or delirious with desire?” I grinned.
He rolled onto his tummy and offered up his beautiful ass. “Go on.” He gripped the sheets.
My fingers brushed over his butt with light feathery touches, but I needed to be inside him. I gave his ass a light tap, figuring we’d work up to spanking. Today was about making love and marking.
“That’s it?”
“My darling, Reed. I want to fuck you. Will you take a raincheck on me slapping your ass until you come?” I was tempted to do it but our first time needed to be slower and softer.
His reply was to get on all fours, stretch one hand between his legs, and slip a finger in his hole. It was so hot and my cock engorged further watching him fuck his ass.
But his channel was for my cock, so I removed his finger and parted his legs as I nestled between his slick covered thighs.
With one hand holding my length and the other fingering Reed’s hole, I inserted the tip. We both panted and I closed my eyes, feeling how tight he was while listening to the wind in the trees and being enveloped in the aromas of slick and my mate’s scent.
“Fill me, Roscoe. I’m greedy for every inch of you.” Reed glanced over his shoulder. “How many inches?”
I thrust deep into his warm heat. “That many.”
He gripped me, sending a message that I was his, just as he was mine.
“That’s a lot of inches and they’re all for me.”
I wanted to stay where I was, in his depths where he was warm and tight, but I pulled back and a second later, I’d plowed into him again. Reed grunted and begged for more of my cock as I eased out.
I pounded into him, relishing his tight channel hugging me and the charge of excitement that pumped through my veins with each thrust. Being inside my mate was making me dizzy and I blinked and hung my head while the room spun around.
While I was taking a breath and admiring the dimples on Reed’s butt, suddenly fingers were on my balls and I yelled. My body was tingly and I closed my eyes, fending off my climax. My mate stroked my balls and I took deep breaths as I pictured his slender fingers caressing me.
“Gods, that feels so good, my darling.”
I leaned closer so my body hovered over him and droplets of sweat trickled from my body onto his and down his spine. I lapped them, savoring that my sweat and his had woven together, just as our lives would be.
My instinct was to slam into him, over and over, making us both feel it, but I changed my pace. First, I slowed my strokes and eased into him, before ramming my cock into his heat and filling him.
“I want you so much, Roscoe.”
He squeezed around me and shoved his ass back. I dug my fingers into his flesh and panted, telling myself not to come yet. Instead, I peppered kisses down his spine. He shivered and hordes of goosebumps danced over his skin, following my mouth as if I was the pied piper.
Reed wriggled his butt, and told me to go harder. “It’s time. Just fuck me.”
Grabbing the soft flesh on his hips, I lunged in and out. Our panting was interrupted by groans and whimpers and I couldn’t get enough of this man. Not only today, not just when we were having sex, but forever.
I pounded into him and my thighs slapped against his ass while the old bed squeaked and moaned.
“I’m going to pump my cock, Roscoe,” Reed yelled.
“I’ll help,” I managed to get out.
With my hand over his, my body pressing on his back, and my cock fucking him hard, we tugged at his length. Reed’s breathing became ragged, his body trembled and his hand shook. His words slurred and became mewls.
“Can’t. Can’t hold on any longer.”
He shuddered and his hand froze as cum spurted from his cock over the sheets. I pumped into him, no longer pushing my orgasm away. I could see it as it hurtled toward me, capturing my emotions until it exploded, like fireworks, as I spurted my cum deep inside my mate.
I lowered myself onto Reed and when our breathing slowed and my knot had swollen, it was time to mark one another. I hadn’t really explained to him the details of marking and whispered it would sting a little. He nodded, his eyes still glazed from his orgasm.
I allowed my beast’s teeth to replace mine and grazed Reed’s chest, enough to break the skin.
“Mate.” I kissed his mark.
“Me too.” He bit me, digging his teeth deep enough to draw blood. He kissed my mark, though my wound was already healing, leaving a tiny scar.
“Mates,” he told me.