Chapter 47
A door opened upstairs, and we quickly broke apart. I had just enough time to step into the kitchen and put distance between us before my son came down the stairs.
It only took a few minutes to set up a cookout in the backyard, and thankfully, David and Dina came over too, giving me a much-needed buffer from Casey and Marshall.
Casey’s scent was different. I didn’t notice it at first, but when his pheromones mixed with the grass and sunlight, he smelled sweeter, almost deeper, like a peach that sat out in the sun all afternoon.
Maybe my memory of his smell had grown dim after so much time apart, or maybe he was just happy to be close to me again.
This was worse than the restaurant, where I had to watch my son touching my omega. My hackles rose every time someone came close to Casey, and I gripped my grill spatula so hard I was sure it would snap in half.
I shuffled the burgers around on the Blackstone, flipping them when they didn’t need it, anything to keep my hands busy. Marshall came over, sipping his beer as he watched me work.
“Sorry to spring this on you, Dad.” I grunted, giving a half-hearted nod as I opened a package of hamburger buns. “Casey’s been a little down lately, and when he suggested coming back here, I couldn’t say no.”
I might’ve been partially clueless when it came to my sons, but even I couldn’t miss the anxiety in his body as he sipped his beer and pretended the most interesting thing in the backyard was the way the oil sizzled on the Blackstone.
I glanced across the lawn where Casey stood.
His mouth was pulled into an awkward smile as David told another dumb sheriff story.
Casey hadn’t ended his relationship with Marshall yet. He still wasn’t ready. But he was here. That was all that mattered.
Before anyone caught me staring, I made an excuse and went back inside the house.
I disappeared around the kitchen corner so they wouldn’t see me lean against the wall and let out a deep sigh.
Just a few more hours, and then I’d figure out a way to get Casey alone with me.
Before I could even form a plan, the patio doors opened, and someone’s small footsteps came closer.
Casey’s rainy pheromones clouded the air moments before he came around the corner.
Leaving all sense behind, I grabbed my omega and pulled him close. I slammed him against the wall and hungrily claimed his lips. He whimpered against my tongue, meeting my urgency with his own. My cock stirred to life under his touch. One kiss, one look, and I was hard for him.
“Ahh,” he gasped, hissing through his teeth when I kissed his neck. God, he tasted so sweet. “Sir.” His quiet whisper sent shudders through my body. It had been too long since I’d heard him call me that.
I licked his neck, tasting that deep rain scent of his.
“Fuck, I missed your smell, omega. I get hard whenever it rains now. Did I tell you that? Your fucking scent makes me so damn hard, and now I get a boner whenever it rains because it smells like you.” I took his lips in mine again, over and over, sliding my tongue inside his mouth.
With our lips firmly planted together, a pull of desire spoken in a language only our tongues understood, my hands drifted down his stomach and unbuttoned his jeans, giving him one long breath before I pulled his erection free.
He was dripping pre-cum, coating my fingers with it as I stroked him.
Was he just as wet from behind? The thought made me growl against his lips.
My hand leisurely closed around his tip, making a soft moan escape his lips.
As much as I enjoyed fucking him, and I truly did, seeing him so undone by pleasure was better.
His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth dropped open, and he tried desperately to stay quiet.
It was no use. I knew how to touch him, how to drive him wild.
With only a few strokes, Casey was close to the edge, about to tip over into madness.
It was always easy to get him to this state, and if I had any plans on fucking him in the hallway, I would’ve ensured his climax within seconds, just to make him loose and wet for me.
If I let him cum this quickly without going further, we’d have to go back outside.
I eased my hand back, my strokes slowing to a crawl. His mouth dropped open, a desperate whine escaping his tempting lips as his eyes searched my face. “I want to leave you a shuddering, soaking mess, omega,” I growled in his ear. “But I have to behave.”
He grunted low and guttural, trying desperately to hold himself back as I swirled my finger around his swollen tip.
“I don’t want you to behave.” He tipped his head back, his desire filled eyes peering right through me.
“I need you,” he whispered. I pressed my forehead against his.
A slow, tantalizing stroke on his cock made him twitch.
Growling, my hand went faster, and his pleasure-filled moans made my own cock twitch and scream for attention. He was so damn sexy, my sexy little omega. Casey circled the edge of pleasure, moaning louder and louder as I kept him from tipping over.
A patio door opened, and David came into the kitchen, humming under his breath.
We were on the other side of the wall, inches from being discovered.
I slapped my hand over Casey’s mouth to stifle his moans, and his eyes grew wide with shock as I kept stroking him.
The sounds of David opening the fridge and grabbing things from the cabinet hid our noises just enough that he never heard a thing.
Casey’s eyes pleaded with me, begging me to stop. We’d talked about this before. If his mouth was covered, the safe word was three taps against me. The taps never came.
Cum for me. My eyes conveyed the words to him, a silent command to obey.
Casey’s hips thrust forward, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he descended into madness. His cock shot all over my hand, his orgasm lasting a full minute before it died down. I licked his cheek as I stroked the last dredges of pleasure from him.
“So sexy,” I whispered over his face.
The door opened and shut again as David went back outside. Casey instantly shoved me away, his brown eyes full of rage.
“Why didn’t you stop? He could’ve seen us!”
“Did you forget the signal to make me stop, omega?” He froze, his cheeks blushing bright red.
Of course, he didn’t forget. He just wanted to blame me for the rush of pleasure he felt at the thought of being discovered.
I raised my hand and spread my sticky fingers apart, showing him the copious amount of thick cum on them.
I almost wondered if he’d climaxed at all since our last time. “Clean up. I’ll find you later.”