Chapter 19 #2
Seeing the glimmer of humor in his eyes, I suppressed a laugh. He was having a blast, wasn’t he?
“I don’t know, baby. It might hurt a little.”
“I want to try it.”
Holding his legs up with one forearm under his knees, I pressed a finger into him, slipping just the tip inside. A dollop of slick escaped.
“So wet. You really want me, huh?”
“Please. I’ve imagined this so many times. I want to know how it feels.”
I pressed deeper and licked around his rim. Soon, I had both my tongue and one finger inside him, and Oliver’s slick was dripping down my chin.
“Don’t stop. Mmm. This is so nice.”
Two fingers. I curled them to rub his gland and sucked his cock back into my mouth.
“Teddy! Teddy, I’ll come!”
As his hole clenched around my fingers, I spread them, stretching him gently during his orgasm.
Throwing his head back, Oliver cried out.
He was shivering with aftershocks when I knelt, lining my cock up with his wet hole. It looked puffy and glistening, with a dark opening in the center. He was ready.
“Breathe, baby. It’ll hurt, but you can take it. I know you can.”
It shouldn’t hurt at all, but something told me my Oliver would enjoy the idea of it.
He nodded, teeth grazing his lower lip.
Softened by his orgasm, his hole stretched more easily this time. My crown popped in with a light push.
“Oh my God!” Oliver cried out. His eyes were open wide and his pupils blown.
“My sweet little virgin,” I growled. “So tiny and tight.”
As I pushed deeper, only an inch, Oliver groaned.
“I’ve always wanted you,” he said. “Dreamed about you.”
With short, shallow thrusts, I worked him open until he began writhing under me, trying to lift his ass to take me deeper.
“More. Please, Teddy. I want all of you!”
“No, baby. We have to be careful.”
I slid out almost all the way and circled my hips with only the tip inside.
Oliver made a frustrated sound.
“Deeper!” he ordered. The fragile virgin had disappeared, and my demanding, horny omega was back.
I pressed him into the mattress, folded in half with his thighs spread into a V , and gave him several shallow thrusts.
“Teddy, I need more,” he whined, white-knuckling the covers under us.
His slick bubbled out around my girth, his upper chest was flushed, and his cock was so hard it looked to be throbbing. He’d loosened, his hole open, waiting, aching for me to fill it properly. My baby begged for it.
“Please! Please, Teddy!”
Some switch in my brain clicked, and I thrust hard. I shoved my cock into him to the hilt in one stroke, and Oliver threw his head back.
“Yesss!”
So I did it again. The mouth to his womb felt swollen, creating the softest cushion for my cockhead. When I pressed against it, Oliver sounded ecstatic.
Through the bond, I could feel his need, and the pull was too strong for me to resist.
The other fantasy he’d told me about was at the forefront of my mind. I would fulfill his every dream, anything he’d ever wanted.
My balls smacked into his crease with the next harsh fuck.
“Need to break you in, little virgin. Can’t help myself. I know it hurts, but you can take it. You’ll do it for me. I need to fuck you hard. To claim you.” I punctuated my words with firm fucks, and Oliver melted under me, his cries like a symphony of joy.
“Hurts… so good,” he managed, before I plunged into him again.
Five more thrusts, and he came.
His hole squeezed me in a staccato rhythm, the mouth to his womb pulsated against my cockhead, and he screamed.
My darling, horny mate.
“Don’t stop!” he yelled. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuck!”
We were lucky I didn’t have any close neighbors and that the bedroom window was closed.
I lifted his hips higher, pulling him onto my cock as I pounded into him, and Oliver sobbed through another orgasm.
Seeing him come, drops of white cream adorning his belly, I got too close to hold back.
When Oliver cried, “Breed me!” I lost it.
I snapped my hips forward, burying my cock in him so deep his belly bulged with it.
I doused the closed gate to his womb with my cum while a voice in my head kept repeating the crudest things.
Defiled and knocked up. He was a virgin, and I fucked him like an animal.
“Say it,” Oliver slurred, sounding delirious. “Say it out loud.”
How much could he feel through our bond? He couldn’t read my mind, could he?
“I’ve defiled you, baby. Turned your sweet little pucker into a big, filthy hole. Fucked you open and bred you like an animal in heat.”
I was shocked by my own words, but Oliver purred like a kitten, pressing on my ass cheeks with both hands, keeping us joined. His words came breathless and fragmented, but oh so sweet.
“You broke me in. I loved that it hurt. It should hurt the first time, right? I felt you all the way in my belly. Did you get me pregnant? I want it.”
We rocked together, tendrils of pleasure running back and forth between our bodies.
“Yes. You’re pregnant. You were so eager for it, my horny little virgin, I had to do it.”
Oliver hummed, scraping the skin on my ass cheeks with his nails.
“You impregnated me. Inseminated me.” Suddenly, he giggled. “God, that sounded wrong. Forget that one.” Another giggle bubbled out, and I had to chuckle with him.
“Too much?” I lifted my head to look into his smiling face.
“I think only fertilize would be worse than inseminate,” he said before he burst into laughter.
“Fecundate?” I tried, and Oliver wheezed.
“Oh God! Are we role-playing a thesaurus now?”
As our laughter quieted, my softened cock slipped out of him. We rolled to the side, facing each other, and Oliver roamed my features, grinning happily.
“But the rest of it was great,” he said quietly, a lovely blush infusing his cheeks.
“Yeah? Role-playing does it for you, my dear mate?”
Oliver waggled his eyebrows. “Oh yeah. We could do the whole scene. I could knock on your door, wearing the lingerie set, but this time you’d say yes.”
I groaned. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that one yet. Too close to home.”
“Hm. We’ll work our way up to it, then.”
“You’re a menace, omega.”
He shrugged, unrepentant. “You love it.”
“I do. I love you.”
He kissed me, and I could feel his happiness radiate from him. It filled my chest with warmth, and when I stroked his belly, tears stung my eyes yet again.
This was my life now. This unrelenting stream of giddy pleasure and soulful happiness.
“Thank you, Teddy,” Oliver whispered, sounding serious all of a sudden.
“For what?” I was the grateful one.
“Indulging me. For being so generous and understanding. For everything.”
“Oliver…”
I was about to tell him there was nothing he should be thanking me for, but he pressed a finger against my mouth.
“I mean it. And no, you giving me whatever I want is not a matter of course. I’m a handful, I know.
I’m loud and mouthy, and eventually, I’m bound to drive you crazy.
But I won’t ever take you for granted, I promise. ”
A handful?
“Be a handful, baby.” He blinked, looking confused, but I plowed on. “Tease me and argue with me. Keep me on my toes. I’ve never felt more alive. You’re turning my blood into liquid joy, I swear.”
When he kissed me again, he tasted of salt.