Chapter 20
MIKA
Our new house was supposed to be done days before the baby's arrival, but supply chain issues, a shoddy batch of lumber, and a cement worker's union strike pushed us further behind schedule.
Instead of holding the baby shower in our new living room, we settled for opening presents with the family before Sunday dinner a week prior to Gabe's due date.
"It's all right," he reassured me when I vented my frustrations on an armful of stuffed animals we'd acquired, tossing them one at a time into the corner of my room.
One hard plastic nose cracked against the wall and dented the drywall.
I dumped the rest of the stuffies on the pile to hide the evidence until I could patch it over with filler.
"This wasn't how I wanted to start our life together." I regretted the words the moment they flew from my mouth.
"You think this is what I wanted?" Gabe asked. "At least we're not splitting time and paying rent on two apartments."
I bent over and scooped a fluffy teddy bear from the pile, crushing it to my chest for comfort. "I know."
Gabe patted the bed. "Come tell me, what would this imaginary life look like if it was how you wanted?"
I thought about it while climbing onto the bed beside him, still cradling the teddy bear in my arms. "For starters, we would already be moved into our new house.
And instead of hiding from my mom in my old bedroom, we could be watching television in our living room, putting together the baby furniture in the nursery, or—"
"Working," he said. "You'd be working."
Work hadn't crossed my mind, but he was right. I gravitated toward it unconsciously. There were always reports to write, locations to research, and performance outputs to evaluate.
He tugged the teddy bear from my grasp and held it to his chest. "And I would be sketching you while you work, with your sleeves rolled up and your top buttons undone so the top of your undershirt peeks out. The way you tap your lips when you're thinking of an email response gets me every time."
"Gets you … what?" I rolled onto my side, taking in the splashes of blush across his cheekbones and down his neck, vanishing beneath the collar of his t-shirt.
"Horny." He lifted a hand from the bear to stroke my cheek. "You're the sexiest alpha alive. No television show could compare."
I hopped off the bed to push the door the rest of the way closed and flip the lock.
My parents and siblings already knew I loved Gabe beyond reason.
They didn't need to experience it with their own eyes.
Thankfully, the soundproof walls would also protect their ears.
What we were about to do wouldn't be quiet.
I returned to the bed, tugging at the hem of Gabe's shorts until he lifted his hips and the elastic waistband slipped down to his knees. I'd expected to do the same with his underwear, but his cheeks darkened further as I examined his thickening cock.
"They were all in the wash," he said. "Besides, I wanted more room for your mom's awesome cookies."
Mom baked the best caramel-infused chocolate chip cookies in the Bay Area. I'd eaten more than my daily recommended sugar intake, for sure.
I was about to exceed that limit even more.
I climbed between Gabe's legs, resting his thighs on my shoulders, and leaned in to lick along the crease of his thigh.
His slick was syrupy thick and tasted like nectar.
It wouldn't be long before he went into labor, according to the pregnancy book Mom gave us.
The book recommended sex as often as the omega wanted. It gave logical, scientific reasons for it, like encouraging tissue elasticity and softening the womb opening, but I didn't care about any of those. My omega needed me, and I was happy to oblige.
Gabe was already flushed pink with desire, his cock jutting out beneath the curve of his belly.
I leaned up to kiss and nip at the underside before taking his balls, damp with a mixture of sweat and slick from rolling around inside his basketball shorts, into my mouth one at a time.
I caressed them with my tongue, and he thrust against me, trying to shove both into my mouth at once.
I dropped back on my heels for a moment, wiping my mouth and staring at my gorgeous mate, still writhing on the bed, his cock leaving a clear trail of precome across his belly. He already looked out of his mind with need, and we'd just gotten started.
I returned to my task, licking his belly clean and then sucking on the tip of his cock. It was too difficult to deep-throat him in this position, but from the way he dribbled precome from each press of my tongue against his slit, he enjoyed it.
I wanted more. "On your knees, baby. I want to taste all of you."
"It's too much," Gabe said, even as he rolled to his knees and spread them so I could fit my head between them.
"Never too much for you, Amusing." He called me his muse, so I called him amusing. It was our thing. To prevent any argument, I angled his cock downward and leaned my head back, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat.
I swallowed around the tip, and he gasped. "Not gonna last if you keep doing that."
I popped off him with a laugh. "I told you, I want to taste."
He moaned as I slid his cock into my mouth again, teasing my tongue along his slick skin and pressing into the sensitive spot just under the head.
"Oh, fuck, Mika. I'm gonna—"
He came with another wordless moan, his cock bucking in my mouth with each spurt. I drank him down, savoring every bittersweet drop. When he started to tremble from overstimulation, I eased off him, placing a reverent kiss on the tip before sliding out from under him.
Back on my knees, I couldn't look away from the delectable peach of his ass, now rosy pink from his orgasm, his hole clenching with aftershocks.
I spread his cheeks, and a drip of slick hung between his legs, waiting for me.
With a single sweep of my tongue, I lapped the crease, the flat of my tongue lingering over his hole just long enough to make him squirm.
Then I repeated the action on the left and right sides to catch any remaining residue, savoring his moans.
When he went quiet, I speared my tongue into his hole.
"Fuck, Mika!" he cried out as I wriggled my tongue inside his tightness. His flavor deepened with musk and a hint of salt, but still so sweet he rivaled the taste of my mom's cookies. I stretched him from every angle, the taste driving me on.
"Need you inside me," Gabe panted.
I inserted two fingers alongside my tongue, stretching him further. He could handle my cock without any prep, and even my knot, but I didn't want to hurt him in this position.
"You ready?" I asked after stretching him as well as I could with three fingers.
"Past ready," he said. "Need you now."
Fingers coated with slick, I rubbed them on my cock and lined up behind him. I loved entering him at this angle, watching my cock slip inside him inch by inch. He spread his legs wider and arched his back, and I sank into him. Warm and slick, being inside him always felt like coming home.
He moaned when I bottomed out. When I started to pull back, he grabbed my hips to hold me in place while he adjusted to me. "Now," he said when he wanted me to move. Oh, how I loved my bossy omega.
"I love you." The words slipped out as I rocked backward, the lip of my foreskin catching on his rim before I pulled all the way out.
As scared as I'd been to say those three words, all I felt was a rush of affection.
I sank back into him and eased him up on to his knees, hugging him against my chest. With my slick hand on his cock and my teeth grazing over the mark I'd left on his neck, I said them again. "I mean it, Gabe. I love you."
He clutched my arm to his chest and moaned. "I love you, too. You're my muse. My everything."
We stopped talking then, letting our bodies speak for us, making slow and deliberate progress toward our blissful destination.
I tweaked his nipples with my free hand, and he responded with his cock twitching and his hole constricting around me.
He quivered with each touch as we rode the edge, not wanting it to end.
I bit lightly on his mating mark, and he cried out, his body arching, his cum shooting to paint the shelf above the bed with splotches of white before the rest dribbled onto my fingers.
His body shook with his release, his channel hugging my cock tight as I unloaded into him, my heart expanding along with my knot as I trailed kisses along his nape.
"Love you," I whispered as I rolled us onto our sides, clutching him to my chest as I spooned around him.
"Love you, too," he said. "I don't know why I waited so long to say it. Pretty sure I was in love the moment I woke up with a meerkat on my chest, that first morning in your apartment."
I chuckled into his shoulder. "He wanted to say hi."
"I'm glad he did." He wriggled against me, undulating his hips.
"Feel good?" I asked.
"Gonna come again, if that's okay."
"Of course it is." I scooped more slick into my palm and added it to the sticky mess on his cock.
He whimpered from the touch even as he worked himself into a frenzy on my knot.
He shouted my name as he came, and I stroked him through it, relaxing my grip only when he draped his leg over mine to stretch out, and my cock slipped free.
"I might love your knot, too." He tried to annunciate, but his words slurred together.
I kissed his temple. "I love all parts of you."
"Hmm. I love all of you, but your knot … maybe a little more." A few breaths later, and he snored softly.
He didn't wake when I cleaned him up with a warm cloth from the bathroom. I draped him with a soft fleece blanket big enough to cover the whole bed. Who needed pajamas and a comforter? We had love to keep us warm.