CHAPTER 13
ROMAN
God, he looks good.
Carter is standing under the stream of the showerhead. His skin is covered in goosebumps from jumping under the spray too soon. He’s so eager for me he couldn't even wait for the shower to heat up. The way Carter wants me and has zero shame in showing it is a heady feeling. Isn’t that what everybody dreams of? Finding a person who wants them, needs them as much as they need air and not giving a fuck who knows about it. When I bit and sucked at Carter's neck last night he made the most beautiful sounds. Forcing me to bite harder and suck longer so I left a mark behind. I may not know exactly what that means for him in his fantasy of Alphas and Omegas, but for me, the idea that he wanted me to mark him for the world to see makes my dick hard as steel.
My eyes drift over his neck and I feel a flicker of sadness that the bite mark I made is gone already. Hopefully he will let me do that again, and return the favor, because I really fucking like the idea of being publicly owned by Carter. Permanently . Although that can be an idea for another day. Right now there is only one thing that I want to do and that is to worship and devour this incredible, ridiculous man who has managed to worm his way right under my skin with unnatural efficiency.
Walking across the bathroom floor, the cold tiles under my feet keep my soaring temperature in check. I step into the shower which is thankfully now steaming up around us creating an added visual effect to just how good he looks. Dirty blond hair falls down his forehead, dripping water onto his expansive chest. Forest green eyes, darkened with need, focus on the slow languid pulls on my cock.
“Do you like what you see, my Omega?” I ask, forcing my tone to deepen so I sound more confident than I actually am playing the Alpha. It seems to work, Carter lets out a sexy whimper as he nods and starts to jerk his own cock that's already drooling precum.
“I believe we already established that this…” Slapping his hand away from his cock I step closer, forcing him into the corner of the shower. “…is mine to play with.” Carter whimpers again and nods quickly.
“Fuck yes, Alpha.”
“Then be a good Omega and feed me that cock. Your Alpha wants a taste of you.” I have no idea where this is coming from, I only read half of the book earlier. Something obviously stuck but I am definitely at my limit for filthy Alpha talk. Not giving him a chance to respond for fear he will want to keep this conversation going, I drop to my knees in front of him, angling my body so that the water beats off my back and creates a sprinkle effect against Carter’s chest and abdomen.
Hearing his shocked gasp, I smirk up at him and swallow his cock on my first try. It may have been a really long time since I've been on my knees for anybody but this is a skill a guy never loses. The sounds of his unfiltered groans surround me as my throat contracts around the head before I pull back and lave his cock with my tongue from base to tip. I’m sucking his dick like I'm starving for it and I am. There isn't an inch of his length that I don't taste before I move to cup his sac, giving his balls the same attention and reveling at the feel of them pulling tight against his body.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I start stroking his cock as I look up at him to see how wrecked he looks. He’s panting hard, clutching the top of the glass shower wall behind him. His pupils are dilated as he watches me lower my head to lap at his slit and I groan as the taste bursts on my tongue. His desperate cries of pleasure urge me to take him to the back of my throat over and over. Feeling his fingers slide into my hair has me groaning my encouragement. I want him to fuck my mouth. I want to feel his cock twitching and his cum painting the back of my throat.
“Holy fuck, this mouth.” His voice is like gravel as his hips snap forward over and over before stuttering and losing rhythm. His cut-off cry is the only warning I get before my mouth is flooded with his essence. I swallow hard then get to my feet, wrapping my hand around his throat as I kiss him, swiping my tongue against his, letting him taste himself.
My cock is weeping and angry, so hard from giving Carter that intense orgasm. When he wraps his hand around my hard length my forehead drops to his so I can watch his hand shuttling up and down. Whole body shudders wrack me when indescribable pleasure hits moments later as I’m spraying cum across his abdomen to mix with the sprinkling shower water.
If sex with Carter is always going to be this intense and explosive I’m here for it.
CARTER
If there was an award for blowjobs, I would absolutely nominate that epic shower scene last night. I can picture it now. Roman taking the stage in an emerald green suede suit, the crowd going wild as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. His thank-you speech would be an homage to me, before he left the stage he would blow me a kiss and I’d stand up and yell, “That's my baby!”
Laying in bed beside a sleeping Roman I play out my little fantasy with a huge smile on my face. After the blowjob of all blowjobs, we got dried and dressed and spent the rest of the day doing mindless activities that kept Roman out of his head. We worked out, played Fortnite and cooked dinner together before falling into bed with his cock sliding into my greedy hole giving us both toe-curling orgasms. I mean it’s no wonder I woke up in such a good fucking mood.
I toy with the idea of getting out of bed and making us breakfast, but that would require actually getting out of bed and I’m not really about that life, so I just roll to my side and creepily watch him sleep. Tattoos cover his upper body from neck to navel. It’s obvious they aren’t up to my standards. He must have gotten them in prison. Whoever did them had some talent but I would have done a much better job. Maybe I can convince him to let me touch a few of them up some time. I could really make the snake that curls around his nipple and enters the eye of the skull on his throat, pop.
The more I stare at it the more my hands itch to fix it. Reaching into my bedside table, I grab a few of the markers I keep handy for when inspiration strikes and I need to draw.
Using the white marker, I lightly add highlights to the eye of the snake, then slowly work my way down the scales. With the white now in place I pull the lid off the green marker with my teeth and start to add onto the highlights giving the effect that the scales are almost metallic. With these subtle little additions it already looks better, but I want to do more. I want to shade the indents in the skull and add texture and movement to the butterflies that span his collarbone. I think I’m pushing my luck though. He is bound to wake up soon if the way his morning wood is rising to greet me is anything to go by.
Sitting back I stare down at the tent in the sheets between his legs. Shit, I really wanna tattoo my name on that weapon. I think he would like it. I can make it look real good. Against my will, my hands start to pull away the sheets revealing more of his body and eventually his beautiful monument. Now I can’t decide if I want to suck it or draw on it. Fuck it, I can suck him off in the shower.
I’m obviously stealthy as fuck because he doesn’t move an inch, and his breathing is still light and even as I move to sit at the side of his thigh to get a better angle on his dick. Thankfully, these markers are skin friendly, I would be a very bad tattoo artist if I used permanent markers to sketch a design.
My tongue hangs out the side of my mouth, my face is so close to Roman’s crotch as I lightly draw my name up the underside of his cock. I would prefer to put it on the front so everytime Roman looks at his dick he sees my name, but he's so hard right now. His dick is resting against his abs and drooling precum with every swipe of my marker. Hey, maybe it feels good. I pause with my marker above my own junk, curiosity has me lowering the tip to draw a line down my dick and it jerks in response. Does this mean I have a marker kink now? I haven't had enough coffee for this kind of revelation.
“What the fuck are you doing, Tatts?” Roman’s sleep laden voice breaks my bizarre inner conflict, drawing my eyes first to my handiwork on his cock, then to his adorable rumpled hair. I’m not exactly sure how to explain what I’m doing right now. My mind is a jumbled mess and now my dick is waving at me. The black line I drew on it makes it look like a hypnotist's pendulum.
“Have you ever heard of a marker kink? Would you think less of me if I had one? Although I think you might have one too.” The way his eyebrows rise up into his hairline has me scrambling to explain. Maybe if I wave my pendulum dick in his face I can make him forget I just said that.
“I wanted to update some of your tattoos.” I point the tip of the marker to his chest to show the cool markings I added to his snake. “Then your dick woke up and was clearly happy to see me so I wanted to decorate him. Little Roman was spitting precum all over you, which made me think maybe it feels good. So I drew on my own dick, it got hard and started to wave like a pendulum.” I lay back on the bed, my face parallel to his feet as I demonstrate my new talent.
“That escalated quickly,” he says, rubbing his hands over his face as he catches a glimpse of my name in cursive script on his shaft, written with the same metallic green I added to the snake on his chest, except it’s brighter, since there’s no ink underneath it dulling the color. I wait for his reaction. He's obviously stunned by the beauty of it.
“It’s hot right?” I say, grabbing my phone to take a picture. “Let me show you from this angle, I'll delete the picture after, I promise,” I assure him because nobody wants their junk on somebody else’s phone, even if that person is their soulmate.