Chapter 17 Jordy #2
“You’re already getting hard for me again,” he observed softly, flexing in a way that had his abs grinding over my semi with every slow, deep pump.
The sting of being stretched ebbed away, but the sensation of being stuffed full stayed, intensifying each time he pulled out, all the way to the tip, and then opened me back up again as he pushed inside.
After a few minutes of those measured thrusts, his fat head always striking my prostate on the way in, my dick was stiff and leaking again.
“I’m basically always hard for you,” I admitted, the words interspersed between the moans I couldn’t stop from coming out. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”
“Yeah?” He rasped the word out, his eyes piercing into mine as his hips smacked into me again and again. The sound of wet squelching interspersed between our grunts and groans was embarrassing, but so sexy. “Is it as good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” I whimpered out, lost and drowning in all the pleasure. When my eyelids fluttered closed, the feeling of Kieran’s hand clenching my jaw had them snapping back open.
“Don’t look away from me,” he ordered, his rough voice sending chills up my spine. “I want you to know who’s fucking you. Who you’re coming for,” he added, picking up the pace to batter my prostate until it was sizzling.
“I do know,” I babbled out. It was stupid because I was sure he had meant it rhetorically, but my brain wasn’t exactly performing at peak functionality in that moment. “You’re so good at fucking me, Kieran. You’re so good at making me come.”
My words seemed to send him into a frenzy as he started pounding me harder, faster, and somehow deeper, which I didn’t think was possible. I arched my back, squirming and wriggling against him for more friction as my orgasm started building up.
“You still want my knot, Angel?” He choked out, and I nodded frantically, unable to close my mouth as my balls seized up and sent cum splashing up onto my chest and stomach. “Fuck. Fuck!” He cursed as I shattered around him, clenching and squeezing as he spilled in my ass.
He finally broke our eye contact to drop down onto his forearms, rolling and bucking his hips through his orgasm, his hot groans washing over my neck and ear as my hole kept spasming around him.
Then his hips stilled, his cock buried all the way in, so deep I could feel his balls pressed against me. His knot swelled, and my body happily stretched to squeeze it tightly.
I waited out the first wave of his knot, panting and whimpering as the rhythmic throbbing zapped my sensitive nerve endings, sighing contentedly as it was punctuated by more spurts of his cum flowing into me.
Riffling my fingers through his thick locks of dark hair, I pulled his face up to mine, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Don’t look away from me,” I teased, repeating his command from earlier.
If it was hard for him to stare into my eyes and not chomp into my omega gland to mark me, then so be it. He needed to internalize that feeling, too.
His pupils were blown out, his lips curled back to reveal his white teeth, his deep growl pouring out through them. But he didn’t break free of the hold I had on him like I knew he could have if he’d really wanted.
“Fuck, Jordy,” he whined out. That husky, desperate quality in his voice was so fucking hot I wanted to squeal. It activated the same neurons in my brain as when he used his authoritative alpha tone on me. “You’re going to kill me.”
“In a good way, right?” I crooned out, the calm, soothing timbre of my voice a direct contrast to his. Testingly, I clenched my muscles around him, biting down into my lower lip when he groaned, his eyes rolling back a bit.
“Fuck, yes. It’s good. You’re so fucking perfect. I-” He stopped, whimpering, his eyes squeezing closed like he was trying to stop himself from saying anything else.
“You can tell me,” I prompted him softly, gently coaxing his head down so he could release his moans into my neck and shoulder and nuzzle into my skin.
I knew it would be easier for him to say what he needed to say if he didn’t have to look at me while he was doing it. “I want to know what you’re feeling.”
“I just- I just want you. All the time. You’re all I want.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I reminded him. When I stroked a hand down his sweat-dampened back, he shivered, arching up into my palm. “I told you I’m all yours.”
“Only mine,” he insisted.
“Yeah,” I answered, squeezing his torso tightly so there wasn’t any space between us. “Only yours.”
Once the waves of pleasure ebbed and he could finally relax, we tossed the top comforter onto the floor. Between my slick and all the cum he’d pumped into me, we’d basically created a man-made lake in the middle of the hotel room. The blanket would be housekeeping’s problem tomorrow.
On his back, Kieran shifted a little as I snuggled into his side, resting my head on his chest. We hadn’t been cuddled together like this before. But the thought of waking up pressed against him like this was a little too tempting to pass up.
“You won’t have nightmares if we’re like this, right?” I mumbled. Exhaustion had suddenly crashed over me like a tidal wave, my eyelids as heavy as iron.
“No,” he confirmed quietly, his voice softly slurring. He was just as tired as I was. “You smell too good for that.”
The compliment was a pleasant little bloom in my stomach, before I realized exactly what he’d said.
“Wait, you can smell me?” I wondered. He had to be talking about my omega scent, but he’d never mentioned it before.
“Mhm.” He let out the noise of affirmation before slipping into sleep right in front of my eyes. It was the second time he’d crashed out right before something good was about to happen.
Sighing lightly, I shook my head, tugging the sheets up to cover us before letting myself drop into sleep as well.