Chapter 35
“ Y ou’d never fucking survive out there. Don’t even try to pretend.”
“I could survive out there better than the people walking in the river when it’s about to freeze overnight,” Callie defended.
She was snuggled up against my side while the two of us watched an adventure survival show. After flipping through countless options, she had perked up when I found it, so that was what we were watching.
“Do you think they have secret space heaters?” she asked. “They wouldn’t really just leave them out there like this, would they?”
“Depends on if you believe the players or the production team.”
We were still feeling one another out, but it got a little easier every day, finding things we had in common, and if the awkward silence stretched too far, it was easy enough to fill with the physical.
“I’ve never been to Alaska,” she said. “It looks so pretty, though. I’d love to go one day.”
“I think we would both freeze our asses off even in their summer.”
Callie snorted. “That’s what sweaters are for.”
“We could go on a cruise,” I offered. “Spend our nights and evenings in luxury, and then dip into the wilderness during the day.”
She wedged herself even closer, her arm draping over my chest, where her fingers curled in the fabric at my waist. “That sounds fun. Alaska for beginners.”
I had been doing so well keeping myself under control around her while we were watching this, but that light grasp of her hand sent all of my nerves into overdrive, my scent erupting like a fucking cloud around us.
Callie’s perfume echoed mine and she turned her face against my throat, breathing deeply. “What did I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything for me to react like this,” I reminded her.
“Want me to move over?”
“Absolutely fucking not.” I set the popcorn aside and dragged her straight onto my lap. “I want you right here.”
It took all of my willpower to stay quiet and still, to not tell her exactly how much I wanted her right now.
She wiggled around to get comfortable, and I couldn’t quite tell if she was deliberately grinding against me or if it was just a happy byproduct of rearranging herself. Once she was exactly where she wanted to be, she sighed and melted against me, dragging up one of my hands to wrap around her, her purr quietly rumbling.
“Do any of the others watch reality TV?”
“Not really. It’s my guilty pleasure.”
“Twinsies. This is the quintessential experience, you know?”
“What is?”
“Harshly judging the people on-screen from the comfort of our own home, knowing we would be just as stupid if we were there.”
I barked out a laugh. “You’re so right about that. It’s my favorite part.”
“Mine too.” She grinned and critiqued someone’s fire-starting skills, and I added commentary on how inadequate their shelter building was. It was stupid as hell, but I loved every second of it. We watched for a few hours, snuggled exactly like that, judging the participants between bites of popcorn and stolen kisses.
One kiss in particular spiraled into her straddling my lap, her hips rocking against my hard cock, while I drank in her whine. It was unfair how good she tasted. Her fingers dug into the leather on either side of my head when I squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer.
I broke away, taking in her flushed cheeks just barely visible from the glow of the screen. “Should we turn off the show?”
“That’s an unfair question because I like doing both of these things with you.”
“All right. Turn around, then.”
Her perfume exploded. Callie carefully climbed off my lap to spin around, and I stopped her just long enough to tug her little shorts and panties down to her ankles before nudging down the waistband of my lounge pants and pulling her to sit down on my lap. Her groan at the first bit of contact had me painfully hard. I balanced most of her weight in my hands so she could lower herself slowly.
“Oh my god.” Her panting breaths were punctuated by deliciously desperate sounds until she had sunk all the way onto my cock, her ass touching the top of my thighs. She shook in my arms and I held my breath, adjusting to the hot, slick feel of her.
“Go on,” I coaxed her, tracing my fingertips along the soft sides of her thighs. “Tell me everything they’re doing wrong.”
“You really expect me to be able to focus on the show?”
“Only if you want me to touch you.”
Callie whimpered, her cunt squeezing me as she put her attention onto the screen. “Can’t we take a break and then go back to the show?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I continued tracing patterns on her inner thighs, breathing in the plumes of her perfume, my cock twitching inside her at the richness of candied apple in my nose. So fucking sweet.
She rocked her hips, leaning her weight against my chest. “They don’t know how to tie knots to save their lives.”
I chuckled, planting a kiss against her shoulder, and let my fingers slide against her pussy. “What do you know about knots, princess?”
“Not much, but I hope you’ll give me one.” She giggled at her own joke.
“Wrong kind, but I’ll give it to you soon enough. Have some patience.”
“That’s not fair. Do you know how many years I had to wait for good sex?” She adjusted, trying to press against my fingers. “I shouldn’t have to wait anymore.”
“A valid argument.” I stroked her clit, loving her sharp intake of breath. The moment I withdrew, she whined. “Counterpoint. You sound fucking incredible when you beg.”
“ Amir .”
“Mmm, say my name like that again, princess.” Nudging her thighs further apart, I worked two fingers into her cunt alongside my cock, savoring the shake and shiver of her body.
“Fucking fuckity fuck. Amir, please .”
“Getting closer.”
I took my time with her, pressing against the textured spot that had her gasping, and teasing her clit with my thumb while she slowly broke apart in my arms. When she got too unruly I took hold of her throat, not squeezing, just grasping enough to keep her attention.
“Don’t forget your task.”
“I can’t—fuck. How am I supposed to focus when you’re trying to ruin me?”
The grip of her cunt was wicked strong and I couldn’t wait to feel it on my knot. “You’re a capable woman. You can do it.”
“Fuck,” she gasped, “you.”
“You will very shortly.” I nipped her shoulder and pressed my thumb to her clit until she groaned. “Play the game one more time and I’ll let you come.”
“So mean.” She turned back to the screen, where contestants were lashing together small trees to make a raft. “Fuck’s sake. That’s not how you tie a raft. There’s too many gaps; it’s totally going to sink.”
“That’s my good girl.” I set a steady pace, firmly grinding my thumb on her clit while she twitched on my lap, her breathing shifting the longer I teased her. The delicious flutter of her cunt let me know she was close, so I kept doing exactly what I was doing until she let out a breathy squeak and spilled over the edge in a flood of candied apple, my name a long, low moan on her tongue.
“That’s my new favorite sound.”
Callie let out a broken laugh. “Of course it is.”
I slid my fingers free and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder.
“You’re not going to come too?”
“Unlike you, I actually have some patience. Maybe I just want to enjoy being inside you right now.”
She relaxed against my chest, tilting her head back to settle on my shoulder. “I don’t think you meant that to be cute, but it feels that way.”
“Whatever keeps you where you are.” We finished off the episode exactly like that, Callie half-asleep on my lap while I drew patterns on her skin with my fingertips, her surprised clenches when I hit a sensitive spot keeping me plenty hard. It was like regular cuddling but jacked up to eleven, and something I hadn’t really indulged in with previous lovers. Her perfume remained sweet and steady, more comfortable than sexually charged as the minutes passed.
“Why are they so fucking bad at making fires?” Callie laughed.
“Where would the stress and drama be if they were actually good at the things they were tasked at doing?”
“Fair enough.” She wiggled around, her breath shifting when she gave her hips a slow rock. “You can’t say I haven’t been patient. It’s been at least a half hour since you made me come.”
“Have you just been thinking about that this entire time?”
“Do you think I can spare thoughts for other things when there’s a cock inside me? I get, like, two seconds of brainpower at a time like this.”
“I could always keep you needy and distracted.” I slid both hands beneath her tank top and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples.
She started squirming immediately. “But if I’m needy, you’re gonna be needy too.”
“Like I said, one of us has patience, and it’s not you. My desperate little omega. Consider this practice.”
“For a whole lifetime of this?”
The idea wasn’t as distasteful as when she had first come into our lives. I could certainly be content with how things were evolving with her. “If you’d like.”
“I would.” She said it so quietly I could barely hear it.
My chest constricted. Her near-silent confession made it easier for me to admit, at least to myself, that I was starting to see an actual life ahead with her in it. Countless things were still up in the air. Money, jobs, family—that would have to be dealt with, but this right here, having her in my arms, was easier than I’d ever expected.
“Can I turn around?” she asked.
“Sure.” I let her climb off my cock just long enough for her to turn and settle back down, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her smile was soft before she drew me in for a kiss. She was sweet on my tongue, her fingers tender on my cheeks.
“Do you mind I’m watching you and not the show?”
“Do I mind being more interesting to a beautiful omega? What do you think?”
“Well, I don’t know what you think most of the time.” Callie chewed her lip and I tugged it from between her teeth with my thumb.
“I like your attention on me,” I confessed. “I like you , but I’m taking the time to learn about you and figure out if I like you because of the scent match or because we’re compatible outside of that.”
“Or both.” She shrugged. “The scent match part definitely makes the rest easier.”
She wasn’t wrong. I had a stubborn streak I was well aware of, and it was holding firm about this. I wasn’t opposed to falling for her, but I wanted to know it was her I was falling for, and that I wasn’t simply being led around by my hormones twisting reality. We both deserved more than that.