Chapter Ten
Brent
He agreed to take me home. To his home, with its open land around it and a feeling of freedom my apartment could never offer.
The first time I came here, I didn’t get much of a look around, and judging from the ten minutes or so of kissing before we even got out of the car, that wasn’t going to be any different tonight.
At least not for a while. Theo’s drugging kisses made me forget everything except his lips.
And tongue. And teeth teasing at my lower lip.
Then they stopped. “Omega, it would be a lot more comfortable in my bed. But if you’d like to make love here…”
“Not here.” Good job wording. “Bed.”
He opened his door and before I had time to reach for the passenger-side handle, he’d opened my door and was reaching in, offering me a hand. I placed mine in his, and he drew me up and right into his arms.
Kissing commenced again, leaving me unsure which of us started it, but maybe it didn’t matter.
What did, I managed to hold enough brain power to acknowledge, was that we’d be doing the deed right in front of his home.
I didn’t think any neighbors were close enough to see, but the ground looked awfully hard.
Any issues vanished when he scooped me up, one arm under my knees, and carried me toward the front door.
“Theo, I’m too heavy.” Not that much smaller than him. How strong was he? He’d done this before, but not that far.
“You’re like a feather. I could fly away holding you.”
“You couldn’t…what?”
He gave me a squeeze then shifted me to one arm to unlock the door. “Nothing.”
Inside the door, I wriggled to get down, but Theo only tightened his hold, nuzzling my cheek. “I’m not letting you go until we get to my bed, omega. Not wasting another moment.”
“Are you saying the time we spend together not naked is wasted?”
“Never.” He marched, holding me tight, never so much as wavering.
“Aren’t your arms tired?” They should be trembling with fatigue. Anyone’s would be.
“Not at all.”
“I’m starting to think you’re a superman. Where’s your cape? Or do you have hidden wings?”
He choked and dropped me onto his bed. “Excuse me.” Disappearing into the bathroom, he came back sipping a glass of water.
“Did I say something upsetting?” I feared that I must have. “I’m sorry if you don’t like capes.”
“Capes are fine. Did you want some water? I can get you a glass.”
“No, I’m fine.” Although, still trying to figure out what I’d done that made him choke. Or maybe it was just a bit of dry throat. I’d had that happen.
And when he sat down on the edge of the mattress and reached for me, I saw no sign of any anger or other negative emotion. Rather, his eyes warmed, his hands busy undoing my clothing while pausing for kisses.
I lay back with a sigh, enjoying his touch and already in the knowledge of how this alpha could make me feel.
We’d spent more time together now, and I felt more comfortable with him.
Free to allow him to bring me pleasure and know that he would take his own in time.
When I lay completely unclothed, he stood and stripped off his own quickly and efficiently with none of the sensuality he’d used undressing me.
Maybe next time—if there was a next time—I’d treat him to a similar experience, reveal his skin a little at a time and show him with my hands and mouth just how fun an omega could make things.
But for now, we were both so excited, I reached out and pulled him on top of me, cupping the back of his head for more of the kisses I’d already learned to crave.
He stroked my cheek with one hand, reaching between us with the other.
I knew what he’d find between my ass cheeks, and his growl of approval confirmed that. “Omega.”
“Mmm, what are you waiting for?” I wanted his cock in me already. Every time we were together, I was hard, but now? “Alpha, please.”
No more words were required, but he still managed to tell me things that had me writhing under him, whimpering with need.
A need that only intensified when he did what I’d begged and sank balls deep into my aching hole.
Stretching me, but in a good way. I gripped his shoulders, wanting him as close to me as he could be, but when he mumbled something about not being able to move, I eased up and shifted my hold to the bedding on either side.
I threw my head back, reamed, filled, need stripped bare, and then one of his hands closed around my cock and I screamed.
He squeezed and stroked, somehow managing to do that while at the same time driving into me over and over.
This man had so much coordination! I’d have to congratulate him when I had the ability to speak again.
That ability might return sometime after I came, which was now, my balls tightening then emptying over his pumping fist. The second I finished, he released me and planted his palms on either side of my body, bracing himself as hot cum filled me, his swelling knot holding it there, binding us to one another for long sweet minutes.