27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jackson
Leaning against my front door, my hands circled Robert’s hips, as I gazed down at him.
“Are you sure?” I asked, needing to make sure this was still what he wanted. I knew Jane showing up unexpectedly–and uninvited–had thrown him. And despite never voicing it out loud, I knew her never wanting to claim him, after so many years together, hurt him deeply even if he never admitted it. I didn’t want him doing this out of some kind of adrenaline rush of telling her off, or to try to one up her. I didn’t want him to have regrets. Not of this.
Looking up at me through his lashes, he nibbled his bottom lip. “Are you?”
“Sweetheart, I think I’ve been ready since the first day I met you.” Scooping him into my arms, one of my favorite things to do, I walked us into our bedroom. “I’ve just been waiting on you.”
Robert pulled me down for a searing kiss that left us both panting and hard. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
Placing him on the bed, I leaned over him, stealing another blistering kiss. “I will always wait for you. No matter how long it takes.”
Stripping off my shirt, I tossed it to the floor in a heap. Robert was already pulling his own shirt over his head and it landed somewhere near mine. His hands went to the waistband of his stretchy leggings, then faltered.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered, climbing on the bed and settling between his bent knees. I had a perfect view of the gorgeous round mound of his belly, the faded stretch marks from his first pregnancy nearly translucent on his skin. Placing a kiss on the bare skin above his waistband, I moved his hands out of my way. “Don’t hide. You're beautiful.”
He shook his head, looking away. “I’m not, but you make me feel like I am.”
Tugging his pants down his hips, I snagged his underwear, and his delectable cock sprang free. Red and leaking, the luscious smell of musk and Robert made my mouth water.
“I will do my best to make you feel beautiful every day of our lives,” I vowed, then sucked his tip into my mouth. Robert bucked up into me, his back arching and he let out a loud moan of need.
Holding his hips down with one arm, I used my free hand to stroke him, then swallowed more of him down. Twirling my tongue on the underside of his head, I reveled in his needy whimpers. Lapping at his precum, I hummed around him, the vibrations wringing more cries from him.
I loved the sounds he made, how loud and uninhibited he became. Every whimper from him fed my desire.
Pulling off his cock with a pop, I licked my lips, loving the taste of him that lingered. Sliding his leggings down slowly, I pulled them off one foot then the other, taking a few seconds to knead each arch. Robert mewed and stretched like a cat, reaching for me.
My cock was rock hard, and I wanted to be in him so badly, but I wanted something else even more. Sliding back between his legs, I slid my hands under his ass, lifting his hips up. Dipping my head, I licked at his heavy balls, then moved lower.
“Jackssooonnn,” Robert moaned, but I could hear the question in his voice. I had done this during his heat, but I wasn’t sure he even remembered. I needed to taste him. Craved the spicy sweetness that was undeniably Robert. My Robert.
“Shhh.” Pulling his cheeks further apart, I placed his legs over my shoulders, drinking in the scent of him. His pink hole glistened with slick, begging for me to taste him .
I licked him from bottom to top, over his wrinkled hole, loving the taste of him that exploded over my tongue. Again and again I licked him, feeling his muscle loosen, until it let me in. Spreading him, I fucked him with my tongue, relishing the sounds emitting from my omega.
Robert writhed beneath me, against me, shoving his ass into my face. Wanting more. Begging for more.
Reaching out, I grasped his hand, bringing it to his cock. Wrapping his hand around himself, he stroked. Harder and faster, to the same rhythm my tongue moved inside of him.
“J…J…Jackson!”
All of Robert’s muscles tightened around me, and for a moment, I was surrounded by the essence of him. The feel of the soft skin of his thighs. The plumpness of his ass cheeks. His tight hole sucking me in, so wet and ready for me. His scent of cloves and nutmeg and fall spices warming the air I breathed.
Robert’s seed spilled over his hand, onto his rounded stomach, dripping down. Leaning up, I caught a rivulet as it ran down, then another and another. Licking him until his cum was cleaned from his belly.
He lay in a limp heap and watched me through lazy, hooded eyes, a sated smile curling his lips.
Moving up his body, I settled myself until my back was against the headboard and stroked my aching cock with one hand. Crooking a finger at Robert, I beckoned him up.
“What?” He seemed confused, staring at my reclining, seated position.
When he was close enough, I pulled him to me, devouring his lips, my tongue stroking inside his mouth. “Climb aboard,” I couldn’t help my teasing tone.
Robert’s brown eyes lit up with understanding, and he wasted no time throwing his legs over my hips. Steadying him with my hands on his belly, because he was just round enough that his center of gravity was starting to be affected, my cock nudged up into his slick crack.
Robert looked down, between us, then at me. In this position he was taller than me. He was nibbling his bottom lip, in the way he did when he was nervous or unsure about something.
“I’ve…I don’t…” he stammered. “I’ve never done it like this before.”
“No?” Though honestly, I wasn’t that surprised. One, Jane was an alpha female. While during an omega male's heat, it was possible for a female alpha to impregnate an omega, physically it wasn’t the same as being penetrated by a male alpha cock. And two, I doubted Jane would ever want to give up that much control to Robert.
Nipping his bottom lip with my teeth, I growled, “I love this position. You’re in control, sweetheart. All the way. You decide how much of my cock you take and when. You decide how fast or slow we go. You’re in charge.”
His eyes gleamed with interest and desire, and he flexed his hips, rubbing against my cock. His belly slid against mine, and I caressed his mound with both my hands. “I’m in charge?”
“Sweetheart, you’re always in charge, no matter who’s on top.”
Did the man still not realize that he had me hook, line, and sinker? I’d move the earth for him if I could.
He arched his back, running his hands over his chest sensuously. He flicked the tight buds of his nipples, then slid his hands down over his pregnant belly.
“So perfect,” I whispered, leaning up and chasing his lips for another searing kiss that stole my breath.
Robert grasped my cock tightly and I moaned into his mouth. Positioning himself over me, he slid down until my fat head breached his hole. Then he slid another inch, and another, and another.
The tendons in my neck were tight, as I made myself hold still while he slid himself ever so slowly down my length. His heat enveloped me, his tight muscles squeezing me like a perfectly fit glove. Until finally his ass was on my thighs, and I was as far into him as I could get.
“So good,” Robert moaned, his eyes closed and his head back. His hands splayed across my chest, his fingers flexing and teasing across my aching nipples. “So full. ”
He rolled his hips, his belly rolling with him, and I was fascinated watching him move. I’d never seen anything more glorious, more sensuous, than Robert in that moment.
He started at a slow pace, then found a rhythm he liked, slowly speeding up, until I was holding onto his hips tightly to keep him from bouncing off.
“Jackson,” he moaned, leaning down to nip at my ear.
“Mmmm,” growling, I bucked up into him, bracing my feet against the mattress. The headboard banged with each movement.
“I love how you feel inside me,” he panted, trailing kisses down my neck. He paused where my neck and shoulder met, breathing hot air over my scent gland. Then he grazed it lightly with his teeth, before sucking the skin into his mouth.
“Fuckkkk!” My hands dug into his hips, my back arched off the bed, and I surged upwards, trying to bury myself even deeper inside him. My spine tingled and my balls tightened, and that feeling was racing me towards the finish line. “Now, sweetheart, I’m gonna come now!”
Robert's wild movements became more frantic, as he raced to join me, his dick bouncing under his rounded belly, slapping hotly against my skin. Pulling Robert closer to my gland, my own lips found the junction of his neck.
Grasping his dick in one hand, I stroked him quickly. There was no finesse to our movements. There was nothing pretty about it. We were moving in any way that felt good, that made us get one step closer to our release.
“Now!” Robert screamed, his thighs trapping me with surprising strength. His cum filled my hand in wet heat, and I bit down on his scent gland. My sharp teeth broke the skin the same time I lost myself in the sensation of his ass squeezing my dick tightly. His blood and pheromones filled my mouth as my seed filled him.
His sharp teeth sank into my neck, and I hissed, my dick giving another pulse, as he drank from me.
Finally able to tear my mouth from his gland, I licked the salty, metallic, yet surprisingly sweet blood from my lips. Licking over the bite, I sealed it with my saliva.
Robert collapsed against my chest, boneless, and we both panted for air for a few minutes, until our racing hearts calmed. Stroking an arm down his back, I held him to me when he tried to move off of me.
“I want to stay inside you for a little longer,” I whispered, stroking his hair back from his forehead. “If you’re comfortable?” My hand stroked over our baby, where I could feel the faintest flutters of movement beneath my palms.
“Mmmm,” was his only reply, so I took that as a yes.
Softly kissing his lips, I declared, “Mine.”
Robert raised his head, his eyes drooping and his smile sleepy. “Yours. ”
His fingertips trailed over my scent gland, where his mark was etched into my skin. “Mine.”
Grasping his hand, I brought his fingers up to my lips, kissing each one slowly. “Always. Forever. Since the first day I saw you.”