Chapter 11
The boat speeds up as my alpha, Connor, adjusts the sails.
I’m laughing the whole time, being out on the water is our happy place.
Feeling so free as we sail around the coast until we’re finally back at our home port.
We had a long weekend out on the boat enjoying the good weather in south Florida.
The boat, The Adventure, is Connor’s metaphorical baby.
It’s a white schooner, just over forty feet in length, with two main masts for the sails.
Back at our dock, it’s nearly sunset and our mini trip is over. “Why didn’t we take tomorrow off too?” I say with a little omega whine slipping out.
He shakes his head, smiling as he finishes tying down the lines.
“You were worried what your boss would think if you were out too long,” he says pointedly.
There are only three things we tend to argue about from time to time: one being when we’ll bond, two when I’ll have a heat, and the last being my somewhat toxic job.
However, I’m in a good mood and don’t take the bait he’s throwing my way.
Making our way home, I’m suddenly eager to be back there and cuddled into my nest with my alpha.
Walking into our apartment building, I’m dragging him along, restless to be home.
As soon as I’m opening the door to our apartment, I’m surrounded with the comforting smells of home; it’s almost as good as being in my nest, which I veer straight towards.
“Wait we need to shower first,” Connor says, slightly steering me towards our bathroom.
Now I really do let out an omega whine, but he’s not deterred.
He’s probably right. I’ll get all the outside smells from our trip in my nest which at first won’t be bad but in two days I’ll hate it.
After eight years together he knows me too well.
The bathroom is a sleek design seen in most apartments and condos in the building.
If there’s one negative it’s that we don’t have a tub.
The large walk-in shower does make up for it, a little bit.
It’s big enough for my 6’4” muscled alpha and my 5’4” plus-size self.
One of Connor’s favorite things is showering together.
Thankfully it doesn’t always lead to sex because even being an omega sometimes I just want a regular shower.
However, this time we both are feeling the need to connect now that we’re home.
He turns the water on and we’re both stripping in no time.
As soon as we’re under the water he’s on me.
The kiss is urgent and heated, even with the water and steam his scent is surrounding me.
I never can get enough of his light coffee scent, always reminding me of an iced coffee with a fresh edge to it.
His scent feels like home. Connor’s now tan from our trip, his taut muscles bunching underneath as he bends down to lift me up and place me on the built-in bench.
“Alpha,” I beg, spreading my legs, knowing where this is going.
Connor kneels on the tile and leans in, using his fingers to spread my pussy lips even more as he runs his tongue over my slick center.
He groans at the taste, licking up the slick that’s gathered there.
Then he moves, swirling his tongue around my clit and sucking.
I’m slowly rocking my hips against his face as he brings me to the edge.
“Please, Connor, please.” I try to rock faster but he holds me still.
He likes to drag this out but I need to come.
In this position I can only see the top of his head, with his short dark brown hair, over my soft stomach.
I need him to look up and see how bad I need this.
“Almost, Sweetness, you’re almost there,” he practically purrs.
“I’m there. Alpha,” I say with more bite, my impatience bleeding through.
I feel his laugh against my pussy as he begins again, this time he isn’t slowing down until I’m exploding with my orgasm.
He looks up at me like the smug alpha he is.
The kiss this time is softer, sweeter, as I taste myself on his lips.
We stay like that for a minute, maybe two.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sweetness.” He pulls me up to standing.
One thing about our shower sex is our height difference is unavoidable.
Having a foot difference means he’s bending down to my level a lot, which I don’t necessarily mind seeing my big alpha on his knees for me but I do feel bad.
His thick cock is hard as I run my hand lightly up and down it.
I move to get on my knees myself but he stops me.
I look up at him, slightly confused. We don’t usually do more than touching and oral, but the look in his hazel eyes tells me that isn’t the case tonight.
Being mindful not to slip, he bends down and picks me up under the knees, pressing my back against the wall as I wrap my legs around him, then entering me in one fluid move.
“Fill me up,” I say breathlessly. The stretch is amazing in all the best ways as he slowly fucks me.
I pull his face to mine, kissing him thoroughly before moving to his neck.
I lightly bite him there, not enough to break skin, but enough to drive him crazy.
He picks up the pace, fucking into me faster.
Being braced against the wall he uses one of his hands that was helping hold me up and works my clit in time with his thrusts.
I bite his neck harder, but don’t break the skin.
“My. Perfect. Fucking. Omega,” Connor says after each thrust before fully knotting me, bringing us both over the edge.
We’re both out of breath as he walks us to the bench, sitting while we wait for his knot to go down.
He’s kissing my neck this time making sure to leave his own mark there.
Unfortunately, not the mark I want but the one I get from him regularly.
“You don’t normally knot me in the shower.” I rest my head against his chest enjoying the closeness of the moment.
“Do I need a reason to worship and knot my omega?”
“Mhm, I guess not,” I mumble as my exhaustion starts to take over.
Connor shifts slightly, but my eyes are closed at this point.
I feel him working a soapy cloth over my body.
I learned long ago that letting him wash me, especially after any kind of shower sex, is his form of after-care.
We didn’t get crazy tonight but it’s as much for him as it is for me.
He takes his time cleaning me and then himself; by the time he finishes his knot has gone down and he slips out, then completes our washing.
By the time we dry off and get dressed I am fully ready for sleep in my nest.
My nest is a small room off the bedroom covered in varying green toned blankets and pillows.
It’s my little forest getaway while stuck in the city.
Getting in first, I find the perfect position and cuddle one of the pillows to my chest. After a while I notice Connor isn’t here and look back at the doorway and see him leaning there smiling softly at me, his hazel eyes alight with mischief.
“Are you going to join me anytime soon?”
“Nope, I’m good right here enjoying the view.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I reach my hand out and make a ‘gimme’ motion.
He laughs. “How can I resist.” Taking my hand, he brings his arm over me and pulls me close to him as we cuddle together.
Letting out a deep breath I feel his body fully relax against me.
Home. As long as I have Connor, I have home with me.
Back at work after any time off is the worst. My boss Derek acts like he has no idea how to do anything and piles everything up so I have to make up for any time I take off as soon as I’m back.
In the middle of the twelfth to-do task I have for the day, a delivery of flowers shows up at my desk.
They’re beautiful irises, my favorite. I smile to myself. Connor is the sweetest. The card reads:
For my most beautiful flower, my omega. Missed you last week, until we meet again. X
Missed me last week? That couldn’t be Connor.
I take a picture of them and the card, texting it to him asking if he sent them.
He replies immediately that he didn’t. Weird.
They must be for someone else. There aren’t many omegas in this department.
I’ll bring them to our receptionist in case someone comes asking.
It’s strange though. They were my favorite type of flower.
Was someone else out this past week too?