Chapter 7
AXEL
“I’ve imagined this moment so many times.” Stan undid my buttons.
My heart raced as his fingers worked their way down my shirt, and I counted the seconds as each button slipped free. Stan was my best friend, the omega I’d adored and still did. But now I knew, we both did, that the universe hadn’t tricked us and we were fated mates.
“Why did we both get dressed after shifting?” I tossed my shirt on the floor.
Stan shrugged, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “This makes it more fun with us undressing one another.”
I brushed a thumb over his lower lip. He shivered and moaned, and my cock, which was already hard, engorged.
The bedroom was awash with his sweet, intoxicating aroma, and unlike him, I didn’t want to spend precious minutes undressing one another. We’d wasted so many years.
“Can I?” I gripped his tee, ready to rip it off.
He nodded, and it was gone. I brushed his nipple with my good hand and it peaked.
He moaned, and his head fell back. I’d memorized Stan’s body when we were roommates.
He’d dash out of the shower with a towel around his hips or when we spent weekends at the lake.
But soon I was going to be inside him, and I slowed my breathing to ward off an orgasm.
“I was so scared our relationship would change.”
I paused and cupped his chin. “It will. Nothing will be the same after today, but in the best, most loving and intimate way.”
His hands wandered over my chest, and he traced the lines of muscle. Goosebumps trailed along behind his fingertips. I pulled him closer. We’d been in crowded trains and elevators, but our bodies pressed together now was nothing like those accidental touches. This was a choice we were both making.
I captured his lips, and the kiss held everything I’d been holding back for years. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tipped his head back. He moaned, and the vibrations aroused me further.
Stan pulled away, panting, and he clutched my shoulders. “It’s always been you.”
That was my signal, and I scooped him up, making sure most of his weight was on my left arm and laid him on the mattress. He was wearing jeans, whereas the PJ pants I had slung around my hips could be kicked off in seconds.
But Stan was impatient, and he wriggled out of his jeans, leaving the hard ridge of his arousal protruding under his briefs.
I fell onto the bed and hovered over him before sliding lower while blowing on his heated skin.
Stan grunted and raised his hips, and I licked over the tight fabric, scenting his arousal.
He panted and tried to slip off his briefs, but I wanted to tease him.
Rubbing my chin over his length, I blew on it, and Stan shrieked.
He slipped his thumbs into the waistband and yanked out his dick.
“Stop taunting and put your mouth on me.”
“Wow. I have no choice. I must follow your command.”
He rolled his eyes and giggled.
I licked along the shaft, and Stan gripped the bedding.
When I reached the tip, I stuck my tongue in the slit, and he moaned and raked his nails over my scalp.
I took him in my mouth. He groaned, and I was overwhelmed with his scent and taste.
I swallowed him and licked every inch of him before raking my teeth over the shaft.
Just like Stan, I’d dreamed of us being together, but the reality was better than my imagination.
I released him and crawled back up to kiss him, letting him taste himself on my lips.
“I want you in me.” He glanced down. “Oops. You’re wearing my PJs.” He waggled his finger. “Take them off.”
I’d do anything my Stan told me to, and I stood beside the bed and dropped the pants. Oh yeah, I was giving him a show, and his mouth formed a huge O. That stroked my ego, and he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my girth.
“I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
My ego was almost as swollen as my dick, but I rolled Stan on his side and eyed his butt, glistening with slick. I trailed a finger down his crack until I reached his hole. He stiffened, and I paused.
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
“I do, please. It’s the anticipation that’s making me tense.”
I tapped around his entrance.
“Wait.” Stan flipped onto his belly and reached back, opening himself to me.
I got behind him, admiring the curve of his ass and slick glistening on his skin.
“Do it,” he begged.
I eased a finger up to the first knuckle. He gripped around me and begged for more, so I added a second one. Stan pushed back, begging me to fuck him with my fingers. They slid in and out, the slick giving them easy passage.
More slick streamed from his hole as I finger-fucked him. He was so tight and slippery, and I longed to bury my cock deep inside him.
Stan clenched hard around my fingers and glanced over his shoulder. “I need all of you in me, and you’d better fit because I want the huge cock.” He rolled onto his back. “But I want to see you when you put it in me.”
I nudged his thighs apart, and with my good hand, I lined myself up and prodded his entrance. He reached down and tugged me so the tip eased into him. He grunted, and I paused, allowing him to get used to my girth. He was tight and warm, and being inside him felt so safe.
“You’re bigger than you look.” He was stroking my ego again. “More, please.”
I pushed in further, and when my cock was buried deep inside him, I moaned. “Stan, I’ve never felt like this.”
He smacked my ass, and the short sharp sounds reverberated around the room.
“Better not have.” He clung to me, and his nails dug into my back. “Move.”
I withdrew but missed his warmth already. I slid back in and began with slow thrusts that built to a steady rhythm. Our bodies moved in sync as if we were made for each other. And we were. We were mates.
Years of friendship had created a bond, despite the time apart. How had I lived without his taste, scent, and his touch?
“I feel closer to you now than I ever have,” he panted as he bucked his hips.
“Same here, babe.”
Leaning forward, I licked the beads of sweet dotting his chest and flicked his nipple. Stan grunted and squeezed around me, sending waves of pleasure rippling over me. I kissed a path down his throat and over his shoulder, savoring the salty sweat and relishing the taste of him on my lips.
“Oh yeah, just like that.” Stan yanked at my hair, drawing me closer, and I experienced that delicious mingling of pleasure and pain.
“Like this?” I bit his nipple.
“Gods, yes.” He wrapped his legs around me and urged me to fuck him harder.
“Like this?” I plowed into him, following with multiple thrusts. He was so tight, and when he clenched around me, goosebumps raised their spiky heads on my skin.
“Yes!” His shriek bounced off the walls.
I licked around his mouth and nibbled his lower lip while his hand snuck over my chest and tweaked my nipple.
“The way you do that,” I murmured against his lips. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
Stan grinned, and there was a wicked glint in his eyes. “I definitely do.” He kissed me and rocked his hips while pressing his legs against me. He took my hand, the good one, and lowered it to his length. He placed his fingers over mine, and we shared a glance.
I raised a brow. “Are you ready for this?”
Stan didn’t reply, or he did but not with words, but with a pump. He gasped, and we tugged his cock in time to me fucking him.
“That right there. That’s doing it.”
Whispers and moans formed a backdrop as our sweat-soaked bodies slapped together, and there were whispers of love. Our movements became more erratic as our orgasms drew near, and Stan’s smoldering eyes narrowed and closed.
“Make me come, love.” He’d put his trust in me and was surrendering himself.
As I plowed into him, his body convulsed and he yelled my name. Cum spurted over us. His cries and spasms sent heat rushing through me, and I unraveled and came. Our bodies trembled, and his heart beat in unison with mine.
We clung to one another as my knot swelled, and I eased myself onto the mattress. Our ragged breathing was the only sound in the room until I asked Stan if he was ready for my mark.
“Do it now. I don’t want to wait a moment longer. I’m yours, Axel.”