Chapter 13
Aspen
Lean, tall, beautiful. Dale had it all. I’d been lucky in life to have everything I needed. Except this. Now, here he was. Naked and aroused before me.
The fire made soft ticks, keeping the air warm along with the heater that snicked on and off. The lights were low, the garlands glimmering. It was enough to see Dale in all his naked glory, golden and sacred.
Some deity had favored me tonight. Maybe Santa himself.
“Can I touch?” My fingernails dug into my palms as I barely held myself back.
He shivered very slightly, gulped and said, “I’m right on the edge of the cliff again.”
I nodded, understanding exactly how it was.
I’d go slow. Even though I wanted to rush and feel him spread me, have him inside me, I also wanted to know him.
Watch him. See how he came apart and fitted back together again.
Dale made me feel more alive and connected than anyone I’d ever met.
It was more than lust. I wanted to treat him with great kindness.
With majesty… because that was how he looked to me right now. That special.
“Lean forward just a bit, handsome.” I wasn’t used to hearing myself talk dirty. My past encounters, very few, had been with more dominating alphas who wanted me mostly submissive. With Dale, it was easy and natural to say what I wanted. I knew deep inside he would give me anything.
Warmth went straight to my cheeks. And my hole. I wasn’t embarrassed. Dale was just that hot.
He obeyed, his cock swinging up and down as he shifted closer to me.
I moved my hand from his hip and across his upper thigh until my forefinger could brush the base of his shaft. I looked up and saw his nostrils flare.
What a sculpture of perfection he was. What a treasure.
I let my finger curl against the root. Dale was thick. My finger circled him. Slowly, the rest of my hand followed until I was holding him. I stroked up.
He hissed. His hand reached for me but before making contact, fell back. I took that as a sign he didn’t want me to stop. I squeezed him and ran my hand up and down, feeling the tender skin, and the loops and lines of veins beneath it.
“I want you,” I whispered. Then I leaned forward and kissed the tip.
He jerked at the touch, moaning, then forced my shoulders back until my head was on the pillow. He bent himself double and met my lips. “Get your clothes off, then.” He licked along my lower lip. “Please.”
I’d never complied with a request in bed faster. Plus, I’d never had such a polite request.
As Dale helped me out of my boxers and shirt, I threw my clothes off the side of the bed and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck.
My bent knees pressed hard at his waist. He pressed his body against mine now that we were both naked.
My hard cock met his. I lifted my hips to rub shamelessly against him.
Slick warmed against my hole. My body was ready.
One of Dale’s hands ran down my body. He lifted himself so he could hold my cock, stroke me, then cup my balls.
“I’m wet for you.” I couldn’t believe I’d spoken aloud.
“Hold on.” He crawled over my legs and leaned down the side of the bed. When his hand came up, he held a towel, oil and a condom.
“You prepared?” I asked.
“I hoped.”
I smacked him lightly on the arm. “Such an alpha.”
“What? It’s Christmas. I get to have wishes.”
This was true. But the fact that his wish was about me turned me on even more.
I let him place the towel beneath us. He got back on his knees. I lifted and spread my legs. Then I reached for the oil and picked it up.
“We don’t need this.” I set it aside.
“No?”
“Uh-uh. And this?” I grabbed the condom. “I’m on birth control. I want to feel you. All of you inside me. Bare.”
I threw it hard and saw it fly out of sight, then heard it hit something. Maybe the couch. Oh well, I’d find it in the morning.
He didn’t argue. Diseases weren’t an issue, lucky for us. Humans and shifters didn’t spread to each other. Besides, neither of us had been with anyone in recent history.
I lifted my hips to him. His hand brushed over my cock, squeezing once, then down my balls and taint. Finally, he reached my hole. When he brushed it, wetness seeped out. He spread it over my rim and around the hole.
“Yes, Dale. Do that.”
More slick dribbled. It tickled. Dale’s fingers grew slippery as he rubbed me. Suddenly, one of them entered me, slipping right inside. I bucked up, taking more of it, feeling him press in. He moved it back and forth.
Now it was my turn to hiss. My mind spun from so much pleasure.
“More, please.” Now I was showing my own manners. My parents had raised me well.
“Damn, Aspen. You’re amazing.”
“Stretch me. I want you inside me as soon as possible.”
Another finger penetrated. They both worked at my rim. The muscles loosened. I felt my hole open. Some called it the omega gape. Well, I was definitely gaping.
“You are such a sweetheart,” Dale said, kissing my chest and stomach. His fingers still inside me, he licked all around my cock, then took it gently inside his mouth. The warm wetness engulfed me. I moaned. Tried to speak. Nothing made sense but the pleasure.
“Ugh. I’m so close. I want you in me.”
Dale pulled back. I saw him take hold of his magnificent cock. From there on out, the world dissolved, and it was just him and me in an infinite bubble of bliss.
His cock bumped against my thigh, then my hole. I lifted to him and the tip caught on my rim and slid in.
Dale let out a stunned squawk. Through gritted teeth, he strained to speak. “I won’t last.”
I didn’t care. I wanted it. His essence, the alpha beauty of him. I wanted him to mark me deep inside.
I thrust up hard and his cock slid in halfway.
“More,” I demanded.
My inner muscles rippled, milking and tugging.
Dale hummed in delight as his cock was taken in all the way. He gasped when my body squeezed him, accepted him. The strong muscles of his arms bunched as he held himself aloft over me. I reached up and grabbed them, using him as leverage while I moved my hips.
“Aspen. It’s perfect.”
His cock slid back and forth as if it was made for me. The perfect fit. He was inside me like it was meant to be, bare and strong and virile. He couldn’t stop his own thrusts and together we worked to bring ourselves to the pinnacle.
For me in the past, hookups had been almost aloof and sometimes awkward. The alpha worked harder than he should have to get what he wanted. It all seemed to be a rush.
This had happened fast between me and Dale, but only because we were both so ready. Our desire took over. I planned nothing. My body worked for me, knowing what it needed and wanted. It was a well-oiled dance we had never practiced.
I moaned louder as his thrusts went deeper and faster.
He let out huffs of air, grunting and humming, his eyes squeezed shut. He hit all the sweet spots inside me just right. My entire body became an erogenous zone, a tense wire being plucked over and over. About to let go.
I couldn’t hold back one more second. I cried out.
My entire body convulsed. Dale echoed my yells. My orgasm hit like a storm of white-hot flame, sending my mind to other realms.
Dale slammed into me, my body ready to receive. Liquid heat filled me. For long seconds, I couldn’t breathe. I pulled him down to me. Our foreheads met. Our mouths.
This was so much more than I’d ever imagined—or hoped—for us.
When I finally found my thoughts again, and my breath, I remembered to ask him a very important question. “How’s your back?”
He started to laugh. “What?” He moved his lips across my chin and down to my neck. He was still inside me. I held him until he quieted.
I wanted to keep him in my arms like this for a long, long time.
When Dale’s cock softened, he raised his head and gently pulled out. Liquid dripped but I didn’t care. All the essence of him, all that intimacy—it was what I’d wanted. And there was a towel. Nothing would be messed up.
He rolled to the side, his top leg still over my thigh. I was completely slippery, and more content than I ever remembered feeling.
Dale offered more kisses. I lifted my head to him. I couldn’t get enough.
After a while, we started fooling around again, touching each other, teasing. I turned over onto my belly.
“Breed me.”
“Aspen, damn. I want to.”
“You’re sending me into heat, you bastard.”
“Was that sarcasm or are you serious?”
“Both.”
He pulled back. “Really? You’re serious?”
“Yes. It happened just after I came. Or maybe while I was coming.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
That soft, logical tone of his sent me flailing into giggles. “You can’t read my body language to answer that?”
“You do smell great. I’ll give you that.”
He was on top of me before I could make another snarky remark.
I wasn’t kidding. Waves of flame pressed against me from all directions. My body went into the classic omega breeding pose. On my hands and knees, ass up and legs spread wide so my balls hung free and my ass cheeks opened up. My hole dripped.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Everything tingled. My heart pounded hard to hear his praise. I was a burning pyre, my body threatening to turn to ash. I needed him inside me.
“It hit fast.” I breathed the words. “I’m really not kidding. I need you.”
Dale moved behind me, the mattress dipping at my knees.
Both his palms gently caressed from my lower back, down over the globes of my ass, and to my damp inner thighs.
He began to massage all my muscles in that area before finally homing in on the target.
His thumbs pressed my cheeks apart. I knew he was staring at my open hole.
It was as if I could feel the touch of his gaze against the rim.
His thumbs circled it. Tugged on it. Opening it even more. Was he seeing inside?
The massage was thorough and intense as his thumbs delved in to my warm wet depths. I felt more exposed than ever. Everything came down to this one sparkling point at my body's entrance. It seemed so shallow, but it was everything I needed. Wanted.
I pressed up as high as I could, my ass swaying.
I cried out when a surprise sensation threatened to make me come right then and there.
Something firm and warm pressed against my hole.
It moved up and down, then gently circled the rim before probing less than an inch into my flaming insides. Dale's tongue.
Gods. It was like a metamorphosis took over my body. I convulsed. My muscles clinched. My back arched. I thought I was going to shift right then and there. I barely kept control.
“Dale,” I cried out. “I can't hold on, but I don't want you to stop.”
His tongue came out and teased me again, going up and down my crack, then poking my hole again. There were little noises, too, and they were so sexy I could only try not to scream. No one had ever rimmed me before. I had no idea it would feel this good.
“I'm going to come.”
As I said that, Dale’s hand came between my legs and grabbed my cock, milking it in time with his tongue thrusts.
There was no time to do anything but go with it.
My fists clutched at the pillow. I buried my head and yelled my delight at the top of my lungs.
And came harder than the first time this evening.
I was still pulsing when Dale took his mouth away and replaced it with the tip of his cock.