Chapter 6 Weston
WESTON
“For the record, I don’t want coffee,” I said. I wanted it to be abundantly clear that nothing about what we were going to do had anything to do with a nice little sit-down conversation. In fact, if it wasn’t cold and in public, I’d have stripped him naked already.
There was something about this guy. I didn’t know what it was, but never in my entire life had I been so attracted to anyone, so turned on, so needing to feel their touch.
Just the brush of his hand on my shoulder had been enough to get my cock’s full attention.
It was still hard, despite the time that had elapsed since then.
“Yeah, I don’t want coffee either.” Thank gods we were on the same page.
I reached over and took his hand. That wasn’t like me. I never made the first move, or any move. Heck, half the time I didn’t know when someone else was making a move on me.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“Very.”
The B it was needy and raw, and my knees nearly buckled.
I reached up, holding onto his shoulders, not wanting him to pull back and stop kissing me. His tongue licked the seal of my lips, and I opened my mouth, welcoming it, exploring his mouth as he explored mine.
And then suddenly, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. So much more. My hands went from his shoulders to the hem of his shirt, trying to grab it, pull it up and over his head, to get it off him. He leaned back and helped me with my task.
“Is this better, omega?”
Normally I hated being referred to by my designation, but when he did it… it was one of the hottest pet names ever.
“No, you have too many clothes on.” I was already working on his belt, failing miserably, as he worked on mine. Unlike me, he made quick work of it and then assisted me.
Our clothes fell away. I didn’t know in what order. I wasn’t sure where his coat had gone when he kissed me, for that matter, but it didn’t matter, because we were finally rid of all the fabric, both hard and me so very slick. I needed his knot.
I didn’t know what I was doing when it came to sex, but he didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, it didn’t matter to him.
He brought my lips close to his ear. “I want to take you to bed.”
I nodded, unable to say the words, the worry I wouldn’t know how to please him building in me.
He pressed a kiss behind my ear and continued down my neck.
Asher scooped me up, carried me the short distance, and dropped me on the bed with a little bounce, immediately joining me.
His body was flush against mine as he kissed me, murmuring my name, my body reacting to every single movement.
Our cocks pressed together between us, and I moved my hips, seeking friction.
I’d never felt like this before and half expected to wake up to discover it was only a dream.
He pushed off me, lying on his side.
Did I mess things up?
His fingers traced a path down my chest, lower and lower until they reached my slick entrance, where he circled me, teasing my hole until I was begging for more, and he slipped a finger inside.
First one, then two, then a third, his fingers going in and out of me, giving me a taste of what was to come.
I tried to reach for his cock, but the position was awkward and I couldn’t reach. He was doing all of this for me and I had yet to touch his erection.
He pulled his fingers out, and I groaned, missing the feeling of him being inside me.
“I’ve got you, omega.” He settled in between my legs, pushing them up over his shoulders, pushing in slowly, ever so slowly.
His hand held mine, his eyes locked on my face, pure bliss shining from them, watching me so carefully.
I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I recognized the second he saw it.
Asher started to move in and out, slowly at first and then faster and faster, pumping into me, each one harder, faster.
I’d never felt so complete. My body had been waiting for him all this time.
He slowed to reposition his arms so his face was now near mine. “Kiss me.”
Like I could deny him anything.
I was close, so close to coming. At this rate I was going to shoot my load too soon and end this bliss.
My attempts to hold it back were futile, and I came, my come landing on my chest between us.
And that was when I did something I’d never contemplated doing to anyone before, not even in the abstract.
I grazed my teeth on his shoulder and then bit down… hard, right where it met his neck. I didn’t think I had a kinky side, but apparently I did. He must’ve too, because the instant I tasted his blood, he growled, his cum filling me and his knot growing, sealing the two of us together.
He collapsed on top of me. I loved feeling the weight of him, the tug of his knot as his position shifted.
“I’m sorry,” I said, running a finger over where I bit him. “I don’t know why I did that.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“If it makes you feel better, you can bite me too.”
He tensed up for a second.
I was kidding, kind of. Like when you stepped on someone’s toe and they said, “Well, I’ll feel better if I can step on yours too.” Or maybe that was just my grandfather’s thing.
Talk about making things worse.
“Don’t overthink it, Weston,” he said, and kissed my cheek. “Just enjoy.”
I closed my eyes, doing what he said. While he was still inside me, I fell asleep to the wildest dreams. I was in the snow and laughing, bundled up in a huge coat and mittens made out of old sweaters.
That wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was that I was hanging out with a polar bear, and it was like we were playing and happy, like the bear was my family.