Chapter 11
ELEVEN
ETHAN
Ifeel it when Ollie melts against me, surrendering completely to my touch.
It fills my head with ridiculous ideas, like wanting to do this for him every night.
I rip those thoughts out viciously, instead focusing on the present, on this moment, when he’s leaning and sighing against me.
“Tell me something about you,” he murmurs in a soft, relaxed tone.
“I used to work as a bodyguard.”
Ollie’s head snaps up at me so fast, I bark out a laughter.
“For real?”
“Yep.”
His eyes are so wide and full of wonder I can’t help placing a small kiss on his nose.
He shifts in the tub and a moment later, he’s facing me and straddling my lap, the very picture of wet, naked perfection.
“I can see it,” he says, his eyes dipping to my shoulders, my chest, and every part of me that’s covered by the bathwater.
Ollie’s obviously appreciative look pours fire in my veins and my cock twitches, which of course he feels since he’s sitting right on top of it.
He shoots me a naughty, little smile that I never thought I’d get from him when everything started, but here he is; comfortable enough to be playful with me, to tease, and talk, and share what he’s thinking.
I pour some more shower gel in my palms to have an excuse to put my hands on him again and start working on his smooth back, before moving to his hips that fit perfectly in my hands, and then sliding back to cup his fleshy ass that I’m obsessed with.
“Is there a compliment hidden somewhere in that comment?” I ask as I keep working every inch of flesh I can reach.
He lets out a breathless chuckle.
“If there is, you certainly don’t seem to mind,” he quips, throwing a covert glance at my hard cock between his legs.
“Not at all. In fact, feel free to elaborate.”
Ollie grins, his cheeks slowly becoming more and more pink.
“Alright. Pass me the shower gel and I’ll tell you.”
My heart somersaults in my chest when I realize his intention, and I follow every movement he makes, hoping it becomes seared into my mind.
Soapy hands fall on my shoulders, before sliding over my collarbone, and that explorative touch coupled with the blush that is spilling down his throat, is enough to take my breath away.
“I said that I can see it because you look strong enough to handle certain situations. You have a very – uh – fit body, as we’ve already established.
” I’m probably smiling like a madman but he can’t see it because he’s definitely doing everything he can to avoid my gaze while his hands move to my pecs and my abs.
“But that’s not the only reason,” he says, finally meeting my eyes, his expression still shy, but serious.
“You are the kindest and most caring person I’ve ever met, Ethan.
I’m sure you must have been great at protecting others and making sure they were safe. ”
Emotion I cannot name clogs my throat as Ollie’s words settle somewhere inside me, in a place that I suspect is, and will always be, full of him.
A place that feels an awful lot like my heart.
He only has time to suck in a breath before I’m fisting his hair and my lips descend on his, and it’s like two pieces slotting together. It’s sweet and hot and achingly devastating, all breathless sighs and quiet desperation. And it’s all still there when we separate and we just look at each other.
“Tell me something about you, Ollie.”
He chews on his lip, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows.
“I’ll tell you if you promise not to laugh.”
Fuck, he’s adorable.
“I promise.”
He exhales heavily.
“I like to crochet.”
My eyes widen in surprise but only for a moment, before I’m pecking his lips again.
“I can see it.”
The laugh that startles out of him makes me instinctively tighten my arms where they’ve fallen around him.
I want to make him laugh like that all the time.
“How come?” he asks cheekily.
“I don’t know. I guess I can picture you sitting in an armchair in winter, making something pretty with your hands.” All green eyes, dark curls, in nothing but a flannel shirt, I think, swallowing at the image.
“I like it,” he says with a soft, shy smile. “It keeps my hands and my mind busy, and it’s relaxing once you pick up a few things.”
“What have you made so far?”
“A couple of scarves and I’ve now graduated to beanies. Or at least something that vaguely resembles a beanie,” he says sheepishly.
“Okay, now you have me all curious.” Please, make something for me. I want to wear it and think of you.
Jesus, I’m losing my mind.
His throat bobs and I’m sure he’s about to say something, but his eyes suddenly shutter and the shadow of sadness I see in them eats at me like nothing ever has.
Shuffling closer until his body is plastered against mine and his face is nuzzling my neck, he whispers, “I think I’m starting to get cold.”
I brush a kiss against his forehead and he closes his eyes.
“Let’s get you dry and warm, sweetheart.”
***
That night, my dreams are restless, tinged with a longing I don’t understand.
My heart is pounding and I feel like I’m burning, aching for something I need but I can’t reach. Something that is warm and beautiful and makes me feel alive. Something I want to keep safe because it’s precious.
But it’s slipping away, far, so far away from me that no matter how much I run towards it, the moment I think it’s in my grasp, my hands close around nothing but air.
My chest heaves as I slowly come to, still in the clutches of sleep, and for a few seconds I’m completely disoriented because there’s hot skin on mine.
Hot, delicious skin I’ve been mapping with my own hands for days now.
Ollie’s sinful, smooth body is on me, straddling me as my hard-as-fucking-steel cock rubs against his soft hole. The sensation robs me of my fucking breath and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from exploding all over him before I’ve even taken care of him.
“Ethan,” he whimpers as he writhes on me, his eyes open and hazy. “Ethan, please wake up.”
Goddamn, how long has he been like this? He’s so far gone that he hasn’t even realized I’m awake.
“Shh, I’m here, baby,” I rasp, finding his hips and guiding his movements, letting his rim suck on my tip. “You’re hurting, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasps out, and I watch as his pretty cock bobs and drools all over me. “I’m hurting so much. Please, make it better.”
Fuck, he begs so perfectly. But I want to see him take what he wants.
“No, sweetheart,” I soothe, one of my hands caressing his soft belly, travelling up to his pink nipples. He cries out when I rub and pinch them, throwing his head back. “You’re going to take what you need from me. You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he moans in a guttural voice as his eyes pierce mine, fire consuming them.
“Then sit on my dick and ride me hard and deep, Ollie. Let me feel you swallow every hard inch and drench me in your slick.”
He reaches behind him blindly and a growl of pure need rips out of me as Ollie sinks down on me, enveloping me in his slippery heat. He doesn’t stop until his ass in on my thighs and he’s taken all of me.
I feel like I’m on fire, the urge to drive up inside him and own him almost completely overwhelming me.
Fuck, I’m never gonna get enough of this.
This is far from my first heat but it has never been like this.
This doesn’t feel like fucking a strange omega in heat.
This feels like mating on the most primal of levels. War could be waging outside my window and I would still choose to lose myself in him.
And when he opens his eyes and looks down at me, all glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, and lips curling into a devilish smile that is so unlike his usual shyness, I know that I’m well and truly fucked. Gone.
For him.
He doesn’t tear his gaze away from me as he arches his beautiful body and slides up my dick, only to slam himself down in the next second. And does it again, and again, as I watch him mesmerized, grunts from deep within my chest punching out of me at every thrust of his body on me.
He fucks himself on me like I’m his personal fuck toy, like I only exist to please him, and that’s exactly what I want to do; worship at his altar.
His body ripples on my cock and I devour the sight of him like this, wild and unrestrained, taking me how he wants me. Claiming what he craves.
My hands reach for him as if I’m in a trance, touching him everywhere, feeling him move on me.
He leans back, putting his hands on either side of my knees and I swear I can fucking see the bulge my dick is making inside him. The sight makes something feral in me roar in approval.
I trail my fingers on his belly and he gives me a moan that will haunt me forever.
“You feel this, baby?” I groan as he lifts and drops on my cock. “You feel me deep in your belly?”
“Yes. Oh God, Ethan, I can feel you so deep in me,” he whimpers deliciously, and I grip his waist hard, rolling my hips so that every time he thrusts down, I peg his pulsing gland.
“Do you want me to go deeper, baby?” I grunt, as my body floods with pure fire when my cockhead rubs the soft mouth of his womb. “Do you want me to fuck your little womb and pump you full of me? Breed you like you belong to me?”
My heartbeat thunders in my ears as everything in me waits with bated breath for his answer. My sanity is holding on by a thread because right now, I feel barely different from an animal.
An animal that wants to breed its mate and stake its claim, make him smell of me until our scents intertwine and he’s only mine, mine, mine.
Fuck, I’m losing it. I need to stay focused but it’s so hard when all I want is to be so close to him that there will be no separating us. Just for now. Just for this perfect moment of insanity.
Ollie nods his head frantically as he straightens and reaches for me. “P-please, Ethan,” he almost sobs.
A hoarse, desperate sound slips out of me, and I flip us so he’s on his back, all spread out for me. All it takes is one look at his soft, foggy eyes for me to attack his mouth as I bend him in half and thrust inside him like it’s my sole purpose in life.
His hands are in my hair, tugging at the strands, keeping me fused to him, and I swallow every shameless moan, every gasp of pleasure that bursts out of him, licking into him, sucking him into my very soul.
And when I feel the tender pouch of his womb give out around the tip of my cock, Oliver screams into my mouth.
He tightens so hard around me that I see stars, but I keep thrusting, even as I lose my rhythm, keep pushing into that soft place, and watch as my beautiful omega completely shatters around me, trembling, shaking, coming.
The orgasm consumes him as cum spills out of him, and thick, honeyed slick squelches around me. My knot tingles, and I know as my own climax descends upon me, that it will probably ruin me.
Let it, I think as I thrust fast and hard, his sated scent filling my nose.
For a second, I can’t breathe as devastating pleasure washes over me and everything around me vanishes.
Everything but him. My Ollie.
I pump my cum inside his sweet, ripe body, flooding his womb, feeling my knot expand and still trying to stuff more of myself inside him.
Ollie shudders, letting out another needy sound as more pleasure rolls off his body.
Our eyes meet and lock in the aftermath, and then we’re falling into each other, kissing slowly and unhurriedly, our bodies relaxing, tangling around each other, until our lips are bruised, until our chests rise and fall at the same time.
Until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.