Jordy
MY HEART WAS beating like a rabbit’s, and I had to grip onto him to keep my hands from shaking. I wasn’t scared of what he would do to me, I couldn’t be, but I didn’t know what to expect from him. I’d never really seen him like this before.
Upset was an understatement for whatever he was feeling.
I was pretty sure chatting with Xavier for a couple of minutes wasn’t the real problem.
Even Kieran wasn’t that jealous. But whatever it was, it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it.
Another wall, another barrier keeping me from him.
It seemed he had an unlimited amount of metaphorical shields to keep me from understanding him.
The way he was kissing me was so angry. Angry and possessive. I wanted to comfort him, but it didn’t seem like there was anything I could say to get through. If what he needed was physical, at least I could give him that.
When he pulled away, the intensity in his dark eyes sent a shiver down my spine. My cock was stiff, and there was no hiding it. It didn’t matter if he was pissed off at me or hated my guts. My body would always respond to him, no matter what. I knew who I belonged to.
When he grabbed at my shorts like he wanted to rip them off, my pulse took a sharp jump.
I hadn’t seen anyone else in the parking lot or on the beach, and it was dark, the moonlight barely filtering through the leaves of the trees surrounding us.
We weren’t exactly out in the open. And I didn’t think he was in a responsible, logical state of mind that would have been worried about that kind of thing anyway.
My tongue flitted out to wet my lips before I gave a tiny nod.
“It’s okay.”
I slipped his hoodie off my arms, letting it drop onto the ground behind me, before gripping the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up and off.
Maybe I was moving too fast, but there was this feeling swirling inside me that made me feel like I had to fix and soothe whatever was going on in his head.
If he was hurting, I was hurting. If this was how to fix it, I was fine with that. More than fine.
His eyes raked over me, his breath huffing out. I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. I had to suppress a wince as cold air washed over my exposed skin, pebbling up my nipples and raising little bumps on my flesh.
Before I knew what was happening, my back was on the ground, the soft hoodie cushioning it a bit, with Kieran hovering above me. He tossed his shirt away too, before returning his attention to my shorts. He ripped them down my legs, along with my underwear.
I remembered, for a brief second, how insecure I’d felt the first time he’d undressed me in his bedroom, how I’d craved his praise and reassurance.
This wasn’t like that. I knew he wasn’t going to shower me with compliments or gently stroke his fingers through my hair.
He was like a different person than those times.
But he was still Kieran, so it didn’t matter to me.
I let out a strangled gasp as he grasped at my thighs, pulling me closer to him. His strength, and the effortless way he could maneuver me around at his leisure, intensified the arousal pumping through me.
Even though it felt like everything had ramped up to an impossible speed, I couldn’t help but drink in his body with my eyes.
His firm pecs and carved stomach, and the way his broad shoulders tapered down perfectly into his hips.
Reaching out to him, because I suddenly felt like I needed to touch him, I laid my hand flat on his chest, right over the roaring lion’s head tattoo with its ornately braided mane, where I could feel his heart thundering under my palm.
He was already kneeling between my naked thighs, but I needed him closer.
He groaned low in his throat, hurriedly tugging his own pants off before returning to me. Mesmerized, I watched his thick cock bob with his movements, my hole clenching and aching with need.
A shudder of relief racked through me when he settled his body on top of mine, his mouth going straight for my neck.
The moment his lips touched the skin over my omega gland, I felt precum ooze from the tip of my dick to drip onto my stomach, my ass pulsing with wet heat.
I was burning up, already ready for him, for whatever he wanted to do to me.
Arching my back, my hips bumped against his to slide our cocks together.
I grasped at his sexy, defined shoulders and his muscular back, clawing at him to bring him closer.
His tongue scraped over that ultra-sensitive spot on my neck over and over until my whole body was throbbing and my moans were pouring out like warm honey.
When his hips shifted, the broad head of his cock rubbed against my ass, where I was already starting to seep out slick. He hissed, groaning against my skin, jerking against me as I let my thighs fall open to spread myself wider for him.
I whimpered in protest as his body lifted off mine, immediately yearning for the warm, hard planes of his muscles against me again.
But when he gripped my inner thigh with one big hand, holding me in place while he stroked at my hole with his other, any complaint I would have had faded into nothing.
His fingers slid into me, scissoring to stretch me out.
My eyes locked onto the royal crown on the back of his hand as it flexed and squeezed the soft flesh of my thigh.
It felt good, but not good enough. And I could tell it wasn’t like before, in his bedroom.
He was in a rush. He wasn’t stopping here or getting off by rubbing himself on my hole.
The knowledge made my head spin, my whole body flooding with heat.
The sound I made must have worried him, because he spoke for the first time since he’d pushed me onto my back.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” I answered him instantly. My voice sounded like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. “Keep going.”
I watched as he gripped his cock and led it to my hole. I felt myself clench against his thick head once, then twice, before it slowly pushed inside me. My insides convulsed at the feeling, a powerful mixture of pleasure and the pain of being stretched. But it was worth it.
The moment his head was enveloped in my wet heat, Kieran shuddered, his eyelids fluttering closed as his lips drew back to show his white teeth. He looked lost to the feeling, like he wasn’t exactly in control. Then again, I was pretty sure he hadn’t been in control since we’d wandered out here.
The intense pressure of being opened up stole my breath and all my thoughts, and all I could do was moan, my head falling back into the dirt and leaves.
My channel was so sensitive, every inch of his cock stimulating me perfectly, everywhere all at once.
I wanted to move my hips, to urge him in deeper, but I couldn’t.
It felt like forever, but I finally felt his pelvis bump into my ass, his heavy balls tapping against me.
He groaned loudly, hanging his head so his face was hovering right over mine.
When he started moving, the hot friction made me whimper and my balls ache, like I was already about to come. The sensations were happening so fast and all together, my mind couldn’t process them. It was like my body was one big, raw nerve.
All I could do was reach out for him, my fingers clasping and searching for an anchor, digging into his shoulders.
He didn’t push my hands away, like I’d been sort of terrified that he would do, but when he reached out to me in return, his hand encircled my throat like he was going to choke me.
He’d only done that once, when he’d been really, really mad.
Was he really that pissed at me? Or did he just want me to stop making noises?
I waited for the pressure, for my airway to tighten and my breathing to become more shallow, but it never came.
His hand was only resting there, his fingers twitching and curling against my skin, but not squeezing.
And then a smack of realization hit me, so heightened that I gasped with the knowledge.
He wasn’t trying to choke me. He was covering up my omega gland with his hand.
He was covering it up so he couldn’t bite me there.
So he felt it too, that undeniable pull that only happened between two people that were meant to be mates.
He wanted to bite through my gland and mark me so that I belonged to him, and only him, forever.
And he was holding himself back from it.
Crying out, my hips bucked as my orgasm overtook me, my sanity slipping away to pure ecstasy as my eyes rolled back into my head.
Even though we were fucking and I was spurting out cum onto my stomach, my ass clenching and rippling around his cock, I realized in that moment that my love for him was so right and pure and perfect that tears welled up in my eyes.
His groans were so sexy as he kept thrusting inside me, fast and deep, using my body to massage his cock, grinding his thick flesh over my prostate with every pump of his hips. It drew my orgasm on and on until I thought I’d lose my mind.
It didn’t take much longer until his hips were bucking, his rhythm dissolving into a sloppy, desperate pace before his whole body went stiff.
And then he was burying his face into my neck, the side that wasn’t covered by his hand, whining and moaning as the first pulses of hot cum sprayed out into me.
Shivering with delight, I riffled my fingers through his dark hair, holding his head to me while his body shook on top of mine. His lips nuzzled my throat, then my jaw, as he rode it out.