Chapter 18
Octavian
“This isn’t really helping me get clean, is it?” I smirk as Bentley continues massaging my butt cheeks, my ass lathered in more soap than is required to clean several men my size from head to toe.
“It’s helping me,” he grunts against my neck as he pulls me closer. “Your ass makes me happy.”
I smile and press my cheek into his chest as I wrap my arms around my alpha’s waist. “I know.”
“It makes me very happy.”
“I can tell.”
“Can you, now?”
“Yes,” I groan as he pulls me flush against him and rolls his hips, his cock hard and leaking as it slides along mine. “Bentley, I’m supposed to be getting rid of germs right now.”
His fingers flex as he lifts his head, looking me in the eyes. “They’re gone, and they’re not coming back.”
Well, he’s obviously not talking about the microscopic shit I could feel multiplying on every inch of my skin before we got in the shower.
Seeing him like that, watching my alpha go into a kind of blind rage that could have easily turned my shop into a crime scene, all because of me was a little scary.
I wasn’t scared of him, I don’t think I could ever be afraid of Bentley knowing how sweet he is, but I was scared for him. I love that he wanted to protect me. I love Bentley for loving me so much he was ready to commit murder, but I can’t let that happen.
If he didn’t stop, if he’d have let his instincts completely take over, I could have lost my alpha and that’s not something I’d ever recover from.
“Germs don’t go away forever, Bent,” I say sarcastically as he growls, trying to change the direction of this conversation so it doesn’t derail either of us. “I should know, I have more experience trying to make that happen than Mr. Clean himself.”
My alpha huffs out a laugh before he buries his face in my neck again. “I guess that’s true.”
“It is. You might be robbing the cradle by wanting to mate me, but I’ve been scrubbing surfaces and scalding skin longer than either of us have been alive.”
“Good lord.” Bentley chuckles as he starts backing me into the tile wall. “You’re starting to rub off on me.”
He rolls his hips again as I bump into the cool surface, pulling a gasp from me when he digs his fingers into my ass and lifts me so our cocks line up better.
“S-same,” I moan as I arch into him.
Another dark chuckle has me slicking even more, especially when Bentley drags his lips up my throat and nips at my chin as he sets a painfully delicious pace.
“I didn’t mean that, but I’ll take that kind of rubbing, too.”
So much fucking same.
“I meant talking about disinfecting things and Mr. Clean is starting to turn me on.”
I nod as he starts thrusting a little faster, the smooth glide of the sensitive underside of our shafts against each other has my balls drawing up tight with each stroke. “Good. That’s good.”
“Yeah?” he grunts.
“Yes,” I hiss as I nod again. “If my cleaning ability gets you hard, just wait until I have to wash a load of dark clothes three times before I’m sure I can’t see the stains.”
Bentley laughs as he takes my mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue exploring every inch before he sucks on my lower lip. “That’s it, talk dirty to me, baby.”
“How do you feel about checking the burners on the stove seven times before I leave the apartment?”
“Yes,” he growls, kissing me hard while he nearly smashes our erections together between our stomachs and pumps faster. “More.”
While I know he isn’t completely serious, and really, neither am I, it is still hot as fuck that my alpha not only isn’t fazed by my rituals, he accepts and almost encourages them.
He nurtures an environment where I feel safe performing them when I have to, and he never, ever judges me for whatever bullshit I have to do in order to function.
It’s sexy as fuck, and I love him with all my heart for it.
“Flicking the light switches off and on five times each before bed,” I moan as I slam my lips against his.
I claw at Bentley’s shoulders as my orgasm quickly builds, my blunt nails trying to find purchase in his smooth, tan skin.
“Braiding and unbraiding your hair until I know you’re not going to be swallowed up by some black hole in the middle of our bedroom. ”
“Fuck,” my alpha grunts as he lowers my feet to the tub and spins me away from him so fast I can’t even protest the way he just stopped me from coming all over him. “Goddamnit, baby.”
“Bentley, you—oh!” I cry out as he bends me forward and slams into me, his cock pushing into my slick covered asshole all the way to the knot in one stroke.
He grabs my right leg behind the knee and plants my foot on the side of the tub, opening me wider, sending his erection deeper and bringing my orgasm right back to the edge.
Bentley grabs my left hip and squeezes as he slaps my ass, and my hands shoot forward, gripping the shower curtain tightly as I start meeting him thrust for thrust.
I moan each time my alpha bottoms out, chanting his name in the same rhythm as I look at him over my shoulder.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
My cock somehow grows harder as the first wave of my climax rolls through me, a thick rope of cum hitting my abs as I take in the sight of my mate.
He’s so goddamn beautiful.
Hair up in a bun but the loose pieces are curling a little because of the steam, his face flushed right over his scruff from the heat and exertion.
Drops of water sliding down his pecs, glistening in his chest hair, rolling in and out of every ridge and groove of those big, defined muscles as his abs flex and contract with each pump of those slim hips.
Bentley is still gripping my left hip but he’s holding onto the curtain rod with the other, his biceps tense, the veins in his forearm popping while his fist clenches around the thin, metal rod.
His eyes are fixed on where we’re joined, watching intently as his cock slides inside my ass, as his knot pushes through that tight ring of muscle with ease.
My alpha’s expression is predatory and possessive, it’s hungry, and when he catches me watching him, it turns into something else entirely.
“Fucking love you, my omega.” He starts slamming into me at a brutal pace, my entire body jolting forward, my cum exploding from my cock in never ending streams each time I push my ass back against him.
“Love… You… Alpha!” I scream out as my body tenses, as more cum than I knew I could produce covers my belly and the black shower curtain I’m hanging onto for dear life.
I practically start to sob when I see Bentley’s orgasm rip through him, as he throws his head back and roars out his release, as his cum fills me so full it spills down over his knot and pours down my thighs.
“Good god,” my alpha says breathlessly as he lets go of my hip and starts rubbing my lower back. “Holy shit, Tav.”
All I can do is nod, and I barely manage that.
My entire body feels like it’s locked up, the only movements are involuntary ones as the aftershocks of my orgasm rack every inch of it, singeing each nerve ending as it burns right down to my bones.
Bentley lets go of the shower curtain rod as I drop my chin to my chest, trying like hell to catch my breath as he works his fingers up and down my spine before slowly lowering my right foot to the bottom of the tub. “You okay, baby?”
I nod again and force the words out so my alpha doesn’t worry. “I’m fabulous.”
“Fabulous?” he asks skeptically. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that word before.”
“I am.” I shudder as his softening cock slips from my ass, and my legs begin to shake as Bentley gently helps me straighten to standing. “Fabulous. Phenomenal. Fucking euphoric. I’m all of the above and then some.”
My alpha gives me a slightly worried look as I cautiously turn to face him, pulling my body against his when he sees my knees wobble. “You’re sure?”
“Mhm,” I mumble as I press my face against his chest, rubbing my cheek over his pec hard as I hug my alpha tightly.
“I’m perfect, Bent. I have to shower again because I got cum all over the shower curtain and I don’t like cleaning it unless I can clean myself right after, but I’m absolutely goddamn perfect thanks to your magical dick and fabulous ability to fuck the soul right out of my body before pounding it back in again. ”
I smile against his soft, smooth, chopped wood scented skin as Bentley barks out a laugh.
I might have the overall warmth of a crater on the moon, and the general disposition of a rabid wolverine, but making this man smile or laugh has become one of my favorite things in the entire world.
Bentley is my favorite thing, my one and only favorite human since Floyd and Bella make that list, too, and there is nothing on earth or in hell that is going to change that.
Nothing at all, and I’d love to meet the creature stupid enough to try.