10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Jackson
It took all my concentration to focus on the road. Robert’s tantalizing pheromones filled the small confines of my car, surrounding me from all angles. His mouth-watering scent had my cock thick and hard in my pants. My pre-cum was already dripping and making a slight damp spot on my slacks.
More than once I had been tempted to find a side street or alley and give into my need to have him. But Robert deserved better than that from me. This was our first heat that we would be sharing together–but not the last if I had my way–and I wanted to make it good for him. Truthfully, I wanted this heat to be one of the best heat experiences he ever had. I was aiming high, I knew that, because I knew Robert had been married to his previous alpha for a long time. They’d shared many heats together. But I also knew my omega was touch starved and needy for affection, and I was more than happy to give him the attention he deserved. Which meant a quick fuck in the car in a back alley was out of the question.
My intention at dinner was to get to know him better. Instead, we’d spent most of the time with me pouring out my story of Levi and me. Wasn’t it like Dating 101 not to talk about your exes? But Levi wasn’t an ex. He’d been my husband, my mate, my life. And Robert wasn’t just a date. He was my fated mate. The missing piece to my soul that even Levi, as much as I had loved him, hadn’t been able to fill.
Robert’s heat was something I hadn’t planned to have to deal with until we had gotten further along in our relationship. And yeah, I knew I was using that word lightly. We barely knew each other, and I was well aware that Robert likely had about a hundred and fifty reasons why he thought we shouldn’t be together. I planned to debunk every one of them.
Everything inside of me screamed this man was it for me. He was the missing piece I hadn’t even known was missing.
My heart had been beyond pleased that he was allowing me to take him through his heat. It had been years since I’d had the pleasure of enjoying an omega’s heat with them, and I planned to take extra special care to make this a wonderful experience for Robert.
First though, there were things that needed to be taken care of. As his alpha, it was my duty to make sure they were done, while still taking care of my omega.
But the way Robert was writhing in his seat, as I pulled my car into the confines of my garage, had my cock as hard as it had ever been. His scent, the alluring spices of him, filled the car, making my head cloudy with lust.
I wanted him.
Wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
And when he had declared me his, in that rough, sex-voice whisper, and lunged at me across the console, I was powerless to do anything but grab him tightly. Our lips banged into one another with a force that was almost brutal. Hands, lips, teeth, tongues, touching and tasting, any place we could manage.
He straddled me in my seat, his knees locked in by the console on one side and the door on the other. My hands grasped his ass cheeks, clenching and unclenching on the delectable, soft mounds, aching to feel his skin without the barrier of his jeans.
Tearing my lips from his, I groaned, “Need you!”
“Yes!” Robert cried, his hands tearing at the buttons of my shirt, trying to get to my flesh beneath. “Pleassseeeee,” he whined, and I was helpless to do anything but give him what he wanted. What he needed. What we both needed.
Thoughts of my son, of getting the things Robert might need as well as supplies, fled when he arched his back, our cocks grinding together, straining against the confines of our clothes. The friction was there though, a sweet pleasure pain that made me buck up into him.
Somehow, and I had no clear picture of how, I manhandled us out of the car. The garage door had stopped its slow, mechanical whirl and we were cocooned in the safety of its four walls. Blocked from the outside world and any nosy neighbors’ prying eyes.
Before I had a chance to do more than capture his lips in another hungry kiss, Robert's hands worked the snap and zipper of his jeans. Pushing the heavy material past his hips, his slim cock sprang free between us. Staring down at the sight of his red, swollen cock, my mouth watered.
“Beautiful,” I growled, reaching for him.
Robert turned in my arms, as slippery as a fish, bracing his arms against the car and pushing his ass out at me. Spreading his legs, he groaned in frustration when his legs, trapped in their denim jail, could go no further.
Sinking to my knees on the cold concrete, I grasped his kicking legs gently, running my hands over the backs of his calves, his knees, his thighs. Over the round, plump mounds of his ass, where they peeked out from the tail of his shirt. He stilled at my caresses, looking over his shoulder and down at me.
“Let me,” I ordered, asked, begged, as I eased his shoes off and pulled his pants away from his feet and off. Tossing them over my shoulder and not caring where they landed. With wide eyes, Robert spread his legs wide, bracing himself more firmly against the car, popping his ass out towards my face.
His slick was so heady, so strong, it consumed me. I had to taste him.
Running my hands over his ass, still on my knees, I nudged his shirt out of the way. Robert grabbed the material up in one hand, pulling it halfway up his back and trapping it. Spreading his cheeks, I nuzzled at his soft flesh, sniffing deeply of his scent.
Robert shivered, and when I peeked up through my lashes he was once again looking at me over his shoulder. His honey eyes wide, the pupils blown, but filled with a slight trepidation. That would not do.
“Your ass is a work of art,” I murmured, placing a soft kiss on first one cheek and then the other. “And your scent. I’ve never smelled anything so good. Like Christmas in a box and I want to unwrap my present.”
“Want you,” Robert panted, laying his head on his crossed arms, “please, Jackson, it hurts I want you so bad!”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” My nose ran up his crease, over his pink, perfect hole that dripped with slick. He was so wet, glistening, and my tongue snaked out to lick. He was sweet, spicy, and I groaned against his skin as the delicious taste lingered on my tongue. “So good!”
I lapped at him until the tight ring of muscle softened beneath my ministrations, opening up and allowing me to push in. He was tight, so tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him. But he was writhing against my car, pushing back into my face, dripping with need. My cock hurt with the intensity of needing to be set free, needing to sink deep inside our omega and claim him as ours.
There was no way I could stop it, not even if I wanted to. Robert brought one arm down to stroke himself, and I watched him for a few seconds. Watched the beauty of my omega as he humped the air, his ass dripping from his slick and my saliva, while his hand pumped his gorgeous cock in his fist.
His hair was disheveled from my hands, his cheeks were rosy, his lips were swollen and red from our kisses. He moaned loudly and wantonly, not caring who heard him, as he let himself go in his abandon to find his release.
He was the most stunning creature I had ever seen.
And he was mine.
He stroked himself faster, wiggling his ass, and I watched his flesh jiggle, completely transfixed by the sight.
“Hurts,” he gasped again, and I knew that if an omega in heat didn’t get his hole filled by something it could be extremely painful. I wasn’t one to ever let my mate suffer unduly when I could help it.
Freeing my cock from my pants, I didn’t even bother to push them all the way down my hips. Guiding the wide head of my cock to his hole, I hesitated. He wasn’t properly stretched, and he had been so fucking tight, but he was also dripping with slick.
“Jackson!” Robert demanded, his head turned to catch my eyes, “get your dick in me now!”
“You’re not ready,” I moaned against his shoulder, my dick tapping at his wet hole, demanding to be let in. “You’re so tight.”
“Need you!” Robert’s head thrashed back and forth on his arm, not caring about anything but getting me inside him.
Flexing my hips forward, the head of my cock breached his hole, stretching him. Robert arched against me, and the bulk of my body held him immobile against the hard metal of the car frame.
“Easy,” I hissed, sucking the lobe of his ear between my lips, “let your body adjust. I know you need it, but I’m not going to hurt you if I can help it.”
Robert’s breath stuttered in his chest beneath me, his tight muscles slowly relaxing. His hot hole squeezed the head of my cock so tight; it was all I could do not to come in him that instant .
His flesh heated around us, burning, and he thrashed beneath me, bucking and moaning. “So hot,” he moaned, his body opening more, and I sank another inch into him. Inch by sweet inch I went, my cock opening him up as his flesh stretched around me, so tight.
When I had first breached him, his hand had stopped stroking his cock, as it had deflated somewhat at the burn and stretch. Now his hand was moving again, hard and fast, the sound of his flesh on flesh filling the garage and amping up my desire for him.
I needed to move. Needed to fuck him hard and fast. This first time wasn’t going to be anything like I had planned in my head. This wasn’t going to be a sweet exploration as we discovered each other's flesh.
This was going to be wild, and brutal, and just what we both needed.
My hips moved with a rhythm of their own, slamming in and out of Robert’s tight hole with a force that shook the breath from his lungs with each flex of my thighs. He pushed back, meeting me thrust for thrust, begging for me to go faster, harder, until we were fucking so hard the car rocked beneath us.
Robert's body tightened around me, his hole squeezing me so tightly I almost couldn’t move, couldn’t think, or even breathe. And then he was coming, his tensely coiled body arching back against me, his head lolling against my shoulder, as his cum shot out of him, painting my car door and dripping down onto the concrete floor.
The sight of him, my beautiful mess of an omega, had my balls tightening and tingling. Holding him tightly across his chest, I used my legs to push up into him, once, twice, my knot swelling and catching on his rim. Three times and we were locked together as my soul poured from my body into his. The orgasm was so intense I thought for a second I might pass out from the sheer force of it.
My legs trembled, threatening to tumble both of us to the ground, and my arms shook. Both our chests heaved against one another, as we tried to get enough oxygen to breathe. Robert was nearly boneless against me, his limbs weak and flopping. My legs couldn’t hold us any longer, and I managed to ease us down, the concrete cold and digging into my bare ass, my slacks finally having given up the fight and tangled around my ankles.
Aftershocks shook me, my cock still shooting tiny bursts of cum every few seconds that we were locked together. I couldn’t tell if Robert had passed out or was just dozing, but he was a heavy, heated, perfect weight in my arms. One of my hands rested on his soft, rounded belly, stroking gently.
He tried to move away from my hand, though I still wasn’t sure he was fully with me yet, still locked in his heat.
“Shhh,” I whispered against the heat of his neck, nuzzling over his scent gland. I wanted to sink my teeth there, wanted to claim this man, to make him mine, and declare it to the world. Instead, I scraped my teeth gently over the spot, just enough for him to feel it.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” he whispered, not bothering to open his eyes, his words heavy and slurred. “My alpha.”