Kieran #3
“No one’s going to know we’re in here,” he assured me. “And they won’t be able to hear us. It’s just you and me.”
It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but I supposed it fit the requirements I’d asked for. And it wasn’t like I could take my feelings out on him. It wasn’t his fault he’d gotten attacked by the world’s most persistent psycho.
“Are you sure you… Feel up to this?” I asked. “I mean, with what just happened…”
“I’m okay,” he said. “I was scared, but I’m with you now. And this is so much more important.”
“Yeah, alright,” I finally said.
“Are you okay?” Jordy asked, stepping in close so he could read my eyes. “You’re not going to, like, be all emo about it for the next decade if we do this, right?”
Clearing my throat, I tried to summon a suitable glower. “Excuse me for having a vision of marking you that doesn’t include crack pipes in the alley.”
He bit down into his lower lip as he tried, and failed, to suppress a laugh at my expense. “Okay, sorry. You can be emo about it if you want to. My broody alpha.”
Hearing him call me his alpha did things to me, like always, but my frayed nerves persisted, even after he stepped into my arms, bringing his mouth up to mine for a long, slow kiss. He arched into me, pulling me closer against him, until he made a pouty noise against my mouth.
“You’re not hard,” he pointed out. Hissing out my breath between my teeth, I averted my gaze up to the ceiling and tried to ignore the fact that I could feel myself turning red all over.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jordy, I’m not a boner vending machine. I have feelings, okay?”
He blinked up at me, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to laugh at me again, but there was endearment and affection for me radiating from those big blue eyes.
“And I really, really love you for that.”
Despite the fact that I was hindering his big plan for us, he obviously found it amusing and adorable that I was struggling.
“For someone that loves watching all those lame romance movies, you’re not very sentimental,” I griped. He chuckled, but didn’t look remotely abashed.
“I guess I’m not. Those are just stories. We’re real,” he said, before slipping his hands under my shirt, lightly dragging his fingertips up my abs and chest. “And we’re going to be so good together, Kieran.”
I shivered at his words, and his touch on my bare skin, bringing a serene little smirk onto his cute lips.
“Here,” he finally ordered, nudging and guiding me down to the floor so my back was up against a shelf.
He shrugged off my hoodie before gripping the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
I watched all the lean, pretty muscles in his torso flex and ripple before he tossed it to the floor, sinking down to straddle my lap.
Echoing him, I took mine off and pulled him against me.
His skin felt like warmed silk against me as he moved his hips over mine, brushing hot kisses over my jaw and neck and shoulder.
Willing myself to hyper-focus all of my senses to only perceive him, his fruity bubblegum scent, his soft lips, the sound of his beautiful little whimpers, I tried to block out every other feeling.
“That’s it,” he praised me, the tip of his tongue sliding out to tease the spot just behind my earlobe. “I love you so much,” he added, his warm breath washing over my skin and leaving goosebumps behind. “I can’t wait to have your mark on me.”
A little groan crawled up out of my throat, my whole body tensing up with need.
I wanted my mark on him so fucking bad, I almost couldn’t bear to imagine it.
He’d told me he wouldn’t leave me, even if we weren’t really fated mates, but I realized now that wasn’t enough.
I needed him to be mine, for everyone in the world to know that he was mine, that he’d been born for me and me alone.
And that he loved and adored me, above everything else.
That he needed me as desperately as I needed him, and that I complete him, and no one could ever come between us or threaten our bond.
“I love you,” I said. It didn’t feel like enough for everything I was feeling, or everything I wanted to make him feel, but I didn’t have anything else.
“I love you, too,” he answered, punctuating his reply by smashing our lips together again.
Our teeth clacked together as our kisses became more heated, more urgent, and after a few minutes of that, his scent started to intensify and fill up my head like a drug. I could feel my alpha hormones heating up in my blood. I was burning all over, my teeth and cock aching with primal instinct.
He rose to his feet, panting heavily as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans before tearing them down his legs.
Staring up at him, I felt struck dumb by every inch of his unbearably beautiful form.
Thick strands of his blond hair were sticking up like a prince’s crown, messed up by my hands.
His body was a delectable fantasy, all fair skin and slender muscles, his nipples the same rosy shade as the head of his cock, and the tight little hole I couldn’t see yet.
And stamped on his hip, bright and pretty, was the first mark I’d given him.
A perfect little set of wings for my angel.
It wasn’t really the right setting to take our time and linger on exploring each other, but the way his cock bobbed as he stepped out of his clothes had saliva pooling in my mouth.
As he moved closer, I reached up to help lower him down to the floor with me, dragging the hoodie he’d discarded over so he could lay on it instead of the disgusting carpet.
Why did we keep ending up fucking on surfaces we needed to lay a jacket down on?
I gently pushed him onto his back, spreading his thighs so I could hitch them up onto my shoulders.
Moaning before I’d even touched him with my tongue, Jordy wriggled into the perfect position I’d wanted.
He was pretty good about that, like his submissive omega instincts helped him to understand exactly how to please me.
It only made me want him more, and want to demonstrate the same innate knowledge that he had.
That I knew how to please him without even asking, because the ability to give him what he needed was just coded into my DNA.
The stiffness in his cock, and the pretty little pearls leaking out from his slit spurred my excitement even more.
I licked the precum from his head and the bit that had started dripping down his shaft, before gently lapping at his tight balls.
His thighs twitched and clenched on either side of my head, the smell of candy and slick fogging up my brain.
Wedging my hands under his lithe body, I grasped at his perky ass, squeezing and spreading his supple cheeks, teasing his wet hole with my fingertips.
I was already rutting into my zipper, my hips pumping futilely into the floor as I took his whole length into my mouth, flattening my tongue to let his hot weight settle against it.
Nuzzling my nose against his abdomen as I took it all the way to the back of my throat, my fingers clenched on his ass as his dug into my scalp.
The way he gasped out my name was intoxicating, and I started to feel drunk on his whimpers and the taste of his precum as I sucked.
Needing more, I bobbed my head, slurping up everything he gave me with complete abandon, over and over.
He arched his back, lifting off the floor and pumping into my mouth as much as he could with the minimal leverage I’d allowed him.
“Oh, fuck. Stop. Stop,” he panted out, his hips quivering when I lifted my mouth off him. His cock was flushed dark now, like I was sure mine was, still trapped under the weight of my body in my jeans I hadn’t taken off yet. “I want to come with your cock in me. And then again when you bite me.”
“You’ve thought about this,” I realized, euphoria pulsing through my chest at the idea.
“So many times,” he admitted. He was pink all over, his pupils dilated and huge to show how blissed out he was already. I reached out to help him up as I pulled myself back into a sitting position. “I’m obsessed with you, Kieran. I always will be.”
My breath caught in my throat, my desperation to sink my cock into his ass and my teeth into his neck doubling, tripling, until I felt scorched down to my bones.
When I’d finished tugging my jeans down my legs and he settled back onto my lap, straddling my hips, it became clear that he wanted to do it like that.
Staring into my eyes. I would give him what he wanted, because I couldn’t deny him anything even when I wanted to, but it was almost intimidating, knowing that he could stare down into my soul and see everything I’d tried so hard to keep hidden from him for so long.
But I trusted Jordy with every fiber of my being, my whole heart, something I could never say about another person. And he wanted every part of me all to himself. He didn’t find anything about me to be ugly or frightening or damaged.
When I grasped at his hips, grinding our cocks together, just for some friction and fleeting relief, his breathless moan ended on a precious little laugh.
He was beyond thrilled to be doing this with me, regardless of the strange and less-than-ideal setting.
He didn’t have any nerves or anxiety. He was getting exactly what he’d always wanted.
I’d already toyed with his hole a bit, when I’d had his dick in my mouth, but I pierced him with my fingers to stretch him out for my cock and my knot, which I could already sense would swell up to a point I’d never experienced before.
He leaned back, his palms gripping my thighs to support himself, and spread his legs wide so my eyes could devour his hole squeezing and clenching around my fingers as I probed him.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse and raspy already.
He nodded, looking frantic and needy and lovesick. “Yes. I’m ready for you, Kieran. I’m ready to belong to you.”