Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Will’s arm tightens around me while I lean into his body on the couch.
Matthew had returned to his apartment, and Asher only made it halfway through our Christmas comedy movie before he had to tap out and go to bed.
Now, as the credits roll, I snuggle into Will’s chest, my arms wrapped around him as he lets out a yawn.
“Hey,” I say gently. “Can I see your apartment?”
His lips press against the hair at my scalp. “Sure. Let’s head down now.”
I get up first, and he stretches the moment he’s on his feet, letting another yawn slip as I laugh. “I promise not to take too much of your time so you can go to bed.”
His cheeks dust a faint pink as he turns off the TV and puts the remote back on the coffee table. “That ice skating was a bit more of a workout than I expected. Come on.”
He leads me behind the desk to one of the many doors in the building, now donning a Christmas wreath; this door has a small push-button lock above the knob.
He says the four-number combination aloud and smiles at me.
“In case you ever need me. For anything.” There’s a dramatic eyelash flutter I giggle at before he turns on a light and begins to descend the stairs behind the door.
I close the door behind me as I follow, letting out a “Whoaaa…” when I reach the bottom landing.
The apartment is much bigger than I’d expected, and I’m only standing in the center of the living room/kitchen/dining space. It’s all open concept, and more modern than the B&B upstairs, which I thought was pretty modern to begin with.
The kitchen is lined with black cabinets, stainless steel appliances, and granite countertops.
The floors are all tile throughout the entire space, dark area rugs beneath the table and chairs, and another larger one in the living room where a huge black leather sectional sits, facing a gas fireplace, a huge flatscreen TV mounted to the wall above the mantle.
I turn wide eyes on Will, whose laugh is a little nervous.
“This place is gorgeous,” I gush.
“Ah, sorry I didn’t show it to you sooner.”
“We’ve had a lot going on.”
“Yeah, we have.” He gestures to the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?”
I smirk, walking over to him and placing my palms on his chest. “Why don’t you show me your room?
” My eyelashes flutter just as his had moments earlier, making him huff a laugh before he takes my hand and leads me to a door on one side of the fireplace.
When he opens it and flicks on the light, I’m greeted with navy blue and blood red, the walls a light gray.
But what stands out most are a couple of posters on the far wall.
“You really are a fan,” I breathe, walking into the room and getting closer to the framed limited edition art prints of Fantasmaland, Death of an Archon, and one giant mass-produced print of the main characters from Yavin-8.
“I did say so.”
I look back at him over my shoulder with a smile. “You did.”
The bed between us now, Will yawns again, and I crawl onto the mattress, lean back on the pillows, and hold out my arms to him. His sapphire eyes grow warm and loving as he joins me, using my breasts as his pillow as I run my fingers through his brunette locks, kiss his forehead.
“I’ve lived here for about ten years now,” he says as his body begins to relax in my arms. “But it doesn’t feel like home anymore.”
“No?” I kiss his head. “Why not?”
He’s quiet a moment. “I helped out my parents here part-time. Had a few other part-time jobs while I was going to school. But my parents always knew I didn’t want to run this place.
It was their dream, their retirement plan.
I had other plans.” He stiffens. “That’s a lie.
I never made it to the ‘plan’ phase. After I got my degree, I never left home.
I kept telling myself I’d figure things out, you know?
I would spend lots of time applying for jobs while still working locally.
But nothing stuck, and then my parents…”
My chest aches at the sorrow in Will’s voice, and I hug him tighter. “This time of year must be really difficult for you.”
His head shakes no against my chest. “Not any worse than every other day of the year. Not even New Year’s Eve.” He tilts his face up to me. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything. Always.”
He swallows. “My parents wanted me to go with them to their party. They didn’t want me to work here alone on New Year’s.
But I told them to go have fun.” He frowns.
“Truth was I wanted to be alone. I knew that the guests here all had plans, and I was just a young guy looking for some solitude to play some video games and watch some movies, drink a beer or two alone.” He nuzzles back into my chest. “If I’d gone with them, I’d be dead, too. ”
My lips part in surprise, breath catching.
“They were hit from behind and smashed into a truck in front of them. All that was left was crushed metal.” His arms squeeze me tight. “There were days I wished I’d been with them.”
“Will…”
“But then I met Asher. A totally chance encounter. And we both knew immediately that we were connected.” He looks up at me again. “Don’t tell him I told you, but we both cried when we found one another. We’d been alone for so long. Isolated. It was such a relief to form that brotherly bond.”
I press my lips to his forehead again, my eyes growing hot. “I won’t tell a soul.”
We’re quiet a while, holding each other on his bed, until his voice rings gently in the air. “Izzy?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you.”
For a second, I’m unsure if he means he needs me in his life or he wants to have sex, but when I see the look in his eyes, I know it’s undeniably both.
“I’m yours, Will.”
He pulls himself up my body, settling between my legs, kissing my lips firmly, and I moan at the contact, warm and wet. When I open for him, he doesn’t rush, coaxing my tongue with his, working his lips against mine, making my body heat rise at a slow, steady pace.
His fingers brush against my skin at the hem of my shirt, and I sigh into his mouth before he runs those hands up and over my bra, giving my breasts a firm squeeze. He leans back and touches his nose to mine, our lips barely touching. “I love you,” he breathes. “So, so much.”
My hands come up to grip the sides of his face, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “I will love you forever.”
I don’t need the aching in my chest to tell me what I say is true. Every atom of my being knows it with absolute certainty. Every beat of my heart, every breath that fills my lungs, helps me to live for Will, Asher, and Matthew.
“Teach me how to please you.” Those sapphire eyes stare into mine with a ferocity Will isn’t known for.
“You did a wonderful job before,” I coo with a grin. “What do you want to learn?”
“Everything,” he says in a rush. “I already told you that I was never with anyone before you. I just went on instinct our first time.” His hand caresses my cheek. “Now that we’re not hazed and confused”—a little smirk—“I want to know what you like.”
“What about you? What do you like?”
He blinks down at me like he’s never thought of his desires before, then grows a little pink in the cheeks again. “I… have no idea.”
My brows furrow with confusion. Then I realize that Will waited for his Omega… for me… for everything.
He really doesn’t know what he likes.
That’s kind of sexy, on some primal level. I think I understand the virgin tropes in romance novels now, even if the virgins in those books are usually the women.
“Why don’t you let me help you figure that out?”
My thighs grip his waist above his hips, and I roll us on the mattress until he’s below me with wide eyes.
I bite my lip as I sit up, pull the shirt from my body, and toss it to the floor.
Then, I slither down his body, lie flat on my stomach on top of his legs as I reach for the waist of his jeans.
I watch as his breath quickens, his gaze zeroed in on my every move as I lay kisses to his stomach above his jeans, across his belly button, and he groans.
When I flick open the button on his fly and grip the fabric, I don’t even have to ask him to lift up his ass for me to pull his jeans off.
He does it readily, and I move down the rest of his body with both his jeans and boxers in my grasp, pulling them off his long legs until he’s naked from the waist down on top of the bed, that gorgeous dick of his stiff as a board and standing at attention.
I don’t remove any more of my clothing before crawling back onto the bed between his legs, running my hands up the insides of his thighs until precum glistens like diamonds at the tip of his cock.
I hum in approval at him, grip the base of his cock in one hand, his balls in the other, drawing a loud gasp from his lips that turns into a sigh as his eyes close.
With a flat tongue, I press down on the tip of his dick, his eyes flying open on a groan. When I swirl my tongue around the head, he hisses, never taking his eyes off me.
Wetness pools in my panties at the lust in his eyes, the utter adoration.
I lick his entire length, all around from base to tip, then grip the base in my hand again before sucking his cock down my mouth as far as I can.
Deep-throating has never been something I was capable of, but I learned a trick or two in my day to make the head experience good without it. Including squeezing and jerking the base where my lips touch but don’t pass as I suck and swirl my tongue.
The salty taste of Will’s come spurs me on, like some kind of aphrodisiac, and I’m sucking and jerking him off into my mouth like a machine, massaging his balls with my free hand until he starts fucking my mouth from below.
I whine onto his dick, and the sensation must be pretty nice, because he starts grunting and fucking my face faster, the head of his cock slamming into the opening of my throat, cutting off my airway each time he juts forward.
But I don’t care at all.
The look on my Alpha’s face, the ecstasy, is beyond anything I’ve ever seen.
And when he screams my name, and jets of hot, salty come shoot down my throat, it’s so erotic I nearly come myself.
That night, I learned two things about my Will: He doesn’t mind tasting his come in my mouth, and he strongly believes in giving better than he gets.