9. The First Week
Chapter nine
The First Week
I find that being smothered with a gentle kiss is one of the best ways to wake up. Derek kissed every part of my face that he could reach, each one electing a laugh from me, leaving my lips for last. I veer away, though; my mouth is probably all gross.
“What’s wrong? I thought we were in a good place. You don’t want to kiss me now?”
“No! I just have morning breath. You probably do, too.”
“Is that all?” he said, rolling his eyes before framing my face in both hands. “You better kiss me, right here, right now. I’m not gonna let you leave this bed till you do.”
“I’m fine with that.” Staying in bed wrapped in his arms sounded heavenly.
“Oh? Guess you don’t want to go to the bookstore then?” Damnit, he had me.
I give him a quick kiss, but he doesn’t let me off that easily. He climbs over me and goes in for a second, more sensual kiss. When I feel his morning wood on my stomach, my mind goes numb, the blood from my brain being redirected to other places.
“Good morning, baby,” he said, his already deep voice turning husky.
“Good morning... honey?” There was a pause, then we both shook our heads No.
Last night, while everyone said their goodbyes and declared the Dreyfus Household as the designated hangout spot, we had a heart-to-heart, expanding on our limited conversation from earlier. We laid down right here in bed and took turns talking about our hopes and dreams, expectations and realities.
He started the conversation last night by stating what he wanted to accomplish in five years, which eerily sounded like it came from a self-help book, but I didn’t judge. At that point, he wanted to be married and hopefully have a couple of kids. Then he asked me what mine was, and it took me a while to figure it out.
I told him that I wanted to see the world, remembering the pictures I saw in the hallway of new and exotic places. As long as I could venture out one day before I die, I would be happy. I then asked him how many kids he wanted. He kissed me and said, ‘As many as you’re willing to give me.’ I’m not gonna lie, I was wet almost instantly.
Things took a serious turn, though, when we talked about our fears. His was that he would end up in this house all alone, passed up by other Omegas for being too fat or too old. I felt for him, having the same fears. I told him that he was far from either and that he was a total catch in my eyes.
When it became my turn to share my fears, I told him what I had told Sarah, about being scared of falling for the first guy I’m with and it not working out. About how I have so few experiences I felt untethered, drifting in the wind. He lay there in silence, absorbing what I said, and just gave me his undivided attention, an act that I instantly loved. He just told me that we’ll take it one day at a time, being honest with each other when things become hard.
“But what if we get married, and it turns out you don’t want to be together?”
“That’s never gonna happen. Till death do us part. But that’s someday, not now. If you want to... to explore and have new experiences, I’m just going to have to live with it. It’ll feel like a part of me is dying, but it’ll heal eventually.” We went to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, the impossible chasm from the night before shrinking until the other edge was within jumping distance. Progress.
This morning was the first attempt at an idea Derek proposed last night. Every morning, we had to greet each other, no matter what mood you’re in. We agreed that pet names were allowed, and until I found the right fit for him, I could just try one out each morning until I landed on one that felt right. Honey obviously didn’t make the cut.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” I pat him gently so he could move, and he does so reluctantly, morning wood still standing at stiff attention. My eyes linger for a moment before heading to the bathroom.
“Well, I thought we’d go to the bookstore first so you can go crazy, then head to the hardware store to pick up supplies I’m gonna need for your library.
“Okay,” then I pause, replaying what he said. “Wait! I’m not gonna go crazy. I can show some restraint. Have a little faith.”
I went a little bit crazy.
In my defense, I’ve only ever been to a bookstore a couple of times in my life, and I didn’t have the time to properly browse and see all the choices like I wanted to. After I made a light breakfast, we went back to the shopping plaza near The Hub, where there was a collection of shops and restaurants.
I was amazed to find the bookstore, an independently owned business called The Page-Turner was as busy as The Hub, but then Derek told me that this bookstore was very popular around here because it featured over thirty rooms, each one housing a different genre. I immediately went to the SciFi and Fantasy rooms.
“Why do you like fantasy so much? Not judging, just curious.”
“I dunno... I guess I just like how your mind goes to all these different worlds. It sounds silly saying it out loud, though...”
“Not at all. Sounds interesting. I’m not much of a reader, but what would you recommend? I’ll try it out.” I asked him what he liked in a story and recommended a few I thought he might like before moving on to romance. Sometimes, I needed to cleanse my palette, and romance was just the right genre for the job.
I didn’t realize just how much I was behind as I saw both new editions for series I have read, as well as entirely new series by authors I really enjoyed. I would usually buy eBooks whenever I had the money, having to pick and choose. But now, the world was mine for the taking. So, I shopped like a maniac, picking books left and right.
Derek, being the good partner that he was, dutifully carried all of my books, grabbing baskets when they got too heavy to carry by hand. Yes, baskets. He even got a few sympathetic looks, along with a few ‘Hang in there buddy’, or ‘I’ve been there’. I rolled my eyes. It’s not like I asked him to carry all of it, he offered! I tried to carry one basket but he refused to let go, so I just gave up in the end.
I caught Derek staring at me out of the corner of my eye, wearing a small, bemused smile. “What?” I ask, wondering what he’s smiling about. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing, I’ve just never seen you have so much fun before. And for books of all things. Didn’t know you were such a nerd.” I punched him in the arm, but he just seemed to shrug it off, laughing. It felt like hitting a wall. I scowled.
“I’m not a nerd.” Do I like books just a bit more than others? Maybe. Okay, yes.
“Yeah, you are. You’re my little Omega nerd, and I love that about you.”
When it came time to pay, after spending a good hour in the store, Derek tried to pay, but I stopped him, not taking no for an answer. “I want to buy my own books. That way, I really feel like they’re mine, and not just a gift you bought me.”
“I don’t mind buying you gifts, really.”
“I know, but this is sort of my way of being independent, even just a little bit.”
He relented, but he didn’t seem too happy about it. I tried to cheer him up by saying that buying the materials he needed at the hardware store was all for him.
It was Derek’s turn to look like a kid in a candy store. It got all excited once we began discussing what sort of styles I was looking for, the dimensions, and any special features I wanted them to have. I went with a white and light wood color theme, thinking it would match the rest of the house. The other details I left in Derek’s capable hands.
The rest of the week passed us by in a pleasant atmosphere, Derek and I going out to eat or just taking a drive to go see some of Derek’s favorite spots. Each morning, we would wake up kissing each other, followed by an attempt on my part to find a cute pet name that stuck with me. Babe, Baby, Dear, Pumpkin, Sweety, Sweetheart. None of them seemed to match, but I didn’t worry. The perfect name will come to me in time. At night, we would just hold each other, comfortably falling asleep in each other’s embrace.
It was on Saturday afternoon though, that things started to change between Derek and I, our relationship taking on a whole new meaning. We were in the backyard preparing the materials for the bookcase. I was priming the wood so that they could be painted, while Derek was across the deck working on cutting the remaining pieces. At some point, he had gotten hot, so he now stood there shirtless, looking like one of those rugged and butch models I see in ads sometimes.
Maybe it was the scene before me that I found irresistible, or maybe it was Derek’s scent filling the air as he started to sweat, his huge, muscled frame glistening in the sun. Whatever it was, it changed me, creating a hunger that relentless. I just stood there, fully enjoying the view.
Derek’s head snaps up to me, nostrils flaring a couple of times. He put a hand to his nose and turned his back to me, stumbling as he walked a short distance away. My thighs were slick at this point, borderline soaking once he went back to work, muscles shifting as he tried to finish the task in front of him.
“Baby? Could you go inside for me while I finish this? Or try to, at least.”
“Why? Do you not want my help anymore?” I was getting hot and flustered, so overwhelmed with need and want, I didn’t know what was going on with me. While I’ve been aroused by Derek and have even seen him naked many times before, this felt on a whole new level.
“Of course I want you to help. ‘S just that I don’t think either of us can get any work done in your condition.
“My condition?” I parroted, not understanding.
“Yeah... you’re in heat. Did you not recognize the signs?”
Heat. I was in heat. “No, I’ve never had one before. This is my first one.” It felt like I was burning up inside, my core turning into a pit of lava. I step towards him, but he holds his hand out, stopping me from coming any closer.
“ Fuck. Baby please, go inside. I can barely think straight as it is. A virgin Omega in heat? You’re like walking catnip at this point,“ he sighs heavily, ripping his glasses off his face and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I want you so bad it’s not even funny.”
“Then take me. Please, I need this to stop.”
He walks slowly over to me, each step slow and carefully measured, like a hunter creeping up on its prey. Desire burned in his crystal green eyes, and I’m sure the same burned in my golden ones. He stopped barely an inch away, towering over me.
“Are you sure you’re ready to consummate our partnership? It’s very hard to undo once it’s done.” Questions flitted through my mind like hummingbirds, but they were gone before my mind could grasp them.
“I dunno. Derek please, I need help.“ I hated sounding all needy and pathetic but apparently, it pushed all the right buttons for Derek.
He lifted me up, my legs crossing around his waist while one arm supported my back, the other arm settling underneath me. The way I was carried made the desire grow in me to the point that I moaned. Derek kissed me greedily, a deep growl punctuating it. Once Derek figured out how to open the door without putting me down for even one second, he carried me to our room, and we landed on the bed in a heap, our shared project all but forgotten for the moment.
“You are so beautiful, and I mean it. The silver hair, the golden eyes, it’s like you’re straight out of a fairy tale. I want you to be mine so bad, but I’m gonna be patient and let you choose me. And when that day comes, I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.“ It’s safe to say I’m screaming on the inside. It would be so easy to just surrender myself to him then and there. I’m left speechless.
“I want you to go and put on that jockstrap for me.” I nod eagerly, swiftly moving to the closet, cursing ’cause I can’t remember where I put the damn thing. When I finally found it and put it on, I went back to find Derek already naked and waiting for me. He’s laid on his back, erect cock upright and on full display. He crooked a finger, and I joined him eagerly. He hands me a bottle of baby oil. “We’ll start off slow. Sex doesn’t always have to involve penetration. Now get to work.”
Taking some of the baby oil in hand, I slather it over his impressive size. it feels like a steel rod in my hands. I just took a moment to appreciate the remarkable tool he had. It seemed about nine inches in length, thick and girth, with thick veins popping up against the skin. He would twitch every time my hand would graze the tip of his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips.
A bead of precum gathered there, and for a moment, I thought about licking it up to see what it tasted like, but not today. Baby steps. I start off with long, slow, sensual strokes of his shaft, taking immense satisfaction as his face contorts in the throes of ecstasy. I use my other hand to explore his body, my cock twitching against my stomach. I start at his chest and make my way down, ending at his balls and massaging them. His toe curls with each pump, hand fisting the sheets, big arms trembling. His barrel chest heaved with each breath. I then thought it was time to switch things up a bit, so I started to use two hands. He rocks his hips, pumping in my hand, he moans my name as if it was a prayer.
He likes it especially when, using my index finger and thumb, I make a circle and place it beneath his balls and cock, constricting the circle little by little. I yelp in surprise when he suddenly grabs me under my arms and nearly throws me against him, kissing me deeply like a man possessed, trying to get as much as he can. He wraps an arm around my lower back, his legs shifting mine so that I’m straddling him. He lowers his own hand to his cock and starts to pump furiously, still kissing me all the while. He tenses, his face crunching as something warm splatters on my back and drips in between the cleft of my ass. He’s panting in my ear, out of breath, his eyes lidded open with post-release ecstasy.
I start to move, but his arm presses down on me, firm and unyielding. He kisses me again, only this time it’s sweet and gentle. “You’re not going anywhere, we still gotta take care of you.” And so he flips me on my back, his large frame hovering over me, arms braced against either side of my head. “What about the sheets?”
“Fuck the sheets.” He then proceeds to pepper me with kisses, starting at my neck, mixing in small bites here and there. He kisses each nipple almost reverently, giving each one a quick nip. I smack his head playfully, and he chuckles against my skin before moving down, his trail of kisses steadily making their way down until he’s at my cock. He kisses the tip, giving me a roguish wink.
“Not tonight baby, but next time for sure.” He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I wonder what he’s up to before I find out seconds later when he puts a finger in his mouth, the digit now glistening with spit, and slowly enters it into my hole. Oh fuck! His thick finger alone nearly sending me over the edge, and I moan. He smiles, having achieved the desired effect, and begins to add another finger before pushing in and out, his thumb teasing my taint while his calloused hand grabs my cock and starts to pump. We stay like that for a minute or two before he pulls his fingers out. “What are you doing? Keep going. Please!” At this moment, I’m not ashamed of my begging, not even a little bit.
“I have something else in mind. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Do you trust me?” I don’t even hesitate before I nod, and then I suddenly find myself being slightly lifted in the air, my legs in one arm, as he places a pillow beneath my lower back before nearly folding me in half. My legs are now extended over my head. “Hold your legs for me.” I instantly do so, loving how commanding and authoritative he’s being. Who knew my gentle giant had such a side to him?
He lowers his head and starts to tease the rim of my hole before plunging his tongue in, the space parting easily thanks to the fingering from earlier. I bite my knuckle to keep from crying out, overwhelmed by all of the sensations happening at once. One hand fisting my cock, the other playing with my nipples, coupled with his questing tongue as if digging for gold, I’m sent over the edge and my cock erupts, thick cream splattering my chest and stomach. Now it’s my turn to be the one out of breath.
We both lay there, each succumbed to our own afterglow. Well, that was until Derek started pawing at me. Apparently, he wasn’t kidding about the stamina. I let out a groan, not ready yet.
“What, did you think we were done?”, he chuckled softly, head shaking.
“Baby, you have no idea. We’re just getting started.”