38. Casey
THIRTY-EIGHT
Casey
Casey
I’d helped Alphas with their ruts before.
Only serious relationships, of course. That wasn’t something you did with a random hookup or a guy you’ve been getting coffee with for three weeks.
It was always intense. I knew that. A day or two of sex that left my legs weak and my asshole weeping for mercy. But this. Adam was a force of nature.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how clean I felt. Adam must’ve washed us both in the shower before putting me to bed. The second was feeling his cock still inside me. Had we been like that all night?
I’d barely moved when he lifted my leg and started fucking me. “Adam,” I mumbled, still half asleep. “What time is it?”
“No idea. You slept for a long time.” Ugh, I felt like an asshole now. He lay there beside me all night, probably unable to even close his eyes, just to make sure I could get enough rest.
“Did you sleep?” I broke off with a moan. I was sore all over, but it still felt amazing.
“Mmm,” was his answer, and he didn’t speak again until we were both shuddering in climax. It seemed to soothe him, and he relaxed against my back, holding me firmly around the waist.
I reached back and patted his head to comfort him. He must’ve been in agony all night, waiting for me to wake up. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d continued even after I passed out. My cheeks flushed bright red at the thought. “You could’ve fucked me while I was asleep.”
“I am all for you being my little free use slut, but I get off on seeing your pleasure, omega. I can’t enjoy myself unless you’re enjoying it too.”
“Consider it, at least during your rut.” He growled against my neck, meaning he’d think about it. “Come on. We need to eat.”
“I’ll eat whatever you want as long as I can keep fucking you. You and your slutty pheromones, and your sexy body.”
“Slutty pheromones? I didn’t realize they could be slutty.”
“Well, they can, and yours are so fucking slutty, I lose my goddamn mind around you.” His breath against my neck sent a shiver through my body.
“Your slutty scent tormented me when we first met. That smell of rain and cedar. Being around you was pure torture. Even now, it torments me night and day.”
I knew the feeling.
As I made us something to eat with his dick still inside me, the poet in rut continued going on and on about my slutty scent, and my slutty body, and how much he wanted me to be his free use slut.
He said ‘slutty’ so many times, it didn’t even sound like a word anymore.
The eggs almost burned because he stopped me halfway through for more sex.
Luckily, by the time we were done, the eggs were only a little browned around the edges, and we sat on the couch to eat the haphazard breakfast I made.
His dick never left my ass, but that was no surprise when a rut was involved.
I twisted on his lap to face him and fed us both bites of eggs, sausage, and toast. He made it to the last slice of bread before he tossed me onto the coffee table and fucked the life out of me with the toast still clenched in my hand.
Trembling all over, I raised my fist to see the bread had been obliterated and my fingers were covered in buttered crumbs. He licked each one clean and ate the remnants of toast as well.
“Delicious.” He locked eyes with me, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the food.
Just as he was about to pounce on me again, there was a firm knock at the door. Oh shit. I would die of embarrassment if David walked in on us like this.
“Adam.” The knock hadn’t even registered for him, he was already fucking me again. “Adam. The door.”
“This is more important, omega.”
I gritted my teeth as he gripped my cock and jerked me off in tune with his thrusts.
Feeling him touch me like that when I was already hypersensitive from the endless sex sent me over the edge.
I struggled to catch my breath for a minute, and by the time I did, he was already lifting me off the coffee table and moving us back to the couch.
If I didn’t stop him now, we might not answer the door for hours.
Whoever it was hadn’t knocked twice, even when another five minutes went by.
My pills! They were supposed to be delivered today.
I’d managed to get them ordered during the first hour of sex.
I needed a boost right now. My ass was sore, and my muscles ached.
It took some coaxing, but Adam eventually relented and let me loose to answer the door.
I threw on his huge jacket from the hat rack and crawled over to the door.
Sitting on the front step was a medium-sized box.
It was heavier than it looked, and I grunted as dragged it over the threshold and into the house. God, my arms were so weak.
As soon as the box was inside, the door slammed shut, and Adam’s cock was inside me. He was fucking me on top of the box before I could even lock the door. I rolled over, and he went right back to it, making me a wet mess with every thrust.
“I need to open the box,” I told him, but he kept going, as if I was free to do just that while he fucked me.
It took some effort to rip the paper tape off from this angle, especially since I could barely think straight with an orgasm building in my lower belly.
I yanked out a pill bottle, and he took it from me, twisting the top off with one hand.
He poured out two pills and shoved them into my mouth.
Before I could swallow, he dug into the box and found a bottle with purple liquid inside.
The label said ‘AfterCare Hydration.’ He pulled me onto his lap and helped me take a big gulp to wash the pills down.
“Should I be taking two?”
He tossed the bottle into the box and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. “You can take two during a rut.”
After another five minutes of fucking, I felt the medicine kick in. Everything relaxed inside me, the pain receded, and I almost felt euphoric. Whatever those pills did was working.
Another day of this passed, and then another.
Hours and hours of orgasms and endless pleasure.
His rut was still in full force after four full days of fucking.
I’d done my best to make sure we were both eating and drinking, but by the end of those four days, I would’ve given anything for a hot meal.
Fuck, I thought as I drifted in and out.
Adam wasn’t kidding when he said he might break me.
After so long, his enthusiasm had waned, a sign I hoped meant he was about to snap out of it, but as that fourth day began to fade, he was still as vigorous as ever.
And as I lay there, almost unable to move, feeling him on the verge of another climax, it finally hit me.
The thought that had eluded me since the first day was now perfectly clear.
He wasn’t knotting me.
Four long days, and he hadn’t given me his knot. Not once. Not only that, he wasn’t going as deep as he normally did. He was holding back on me. No wonder it had been four days. He wasn’t truly sating his rut without knotting me.
We’d made it back to our bed at some point, and the sheets were covered in fluids.
I was lying on a giant wet spot, but the sex felt so good, I hadn’t even noticed.
Summoning all the strength I had left in me, which wasn’t much even after taking my new medicine every morning since it arrived, I flipped us over and straddled Adam’s hips.
He instantly tried to grab my waist for leverage, but I took both of his hands in mine and held him back.
The headboard had two cuffs lying between the slats, ones that had been secured from the floor below.
I almost wanted to ask when he’d installed these, since I couldn’t see him needing them before we met.
A question for later. His wrists went into the cuffs, and I tightly buckled them so he couldn’t move.
“Omega,” he growled, his voice laced with both admonishment and deep, throaty arousal. “Let me go.”
“That’s not our safe word,” I retorted, and sank myself onto his cock until it was all the way inside me. Fuck, that felt amazing.
“You cheeky little…” He moaned despite himself, and since no safe word was spoken, I continued riding him with renewed vigor.
I enjoyed our play more than anything I’d done before, but there was some level of satisfaction in feeling him helpless beneath me as I fucked myself on his cock.
The man who made me lose my mind with pleasure was now moaning and grinding against me, silently pleading for more.
It didn’t take long to feel his orgasm approaching.
The rough growls and desperate thrusts were a dead giveaway.
“Casey,” he moaned. “My Casey.” He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to keep them open as I kept going.
“Fuck, I love you. I love you. Fuck an orgasm out of me. I love you so damn much.” He was out of his mind, so close to the edge of pleasure, the words were spilling out of him like water.
“I’m so close, fuck me. Baby, I love you. ”
It was a rut filled haze, but he was saying the words I had been dying to hear.
I was about to explode just listening to him say them over and over, a prayer on his lips with every thrust. I’d never been so horny hearing someone say I love you before, but every time he said the words, it drove me closer to bliss.
I bent over him and felt him say it against my lips. I love you. “Adam.” He stared up at me, his eyes filled with raw, untamed lust. “I want your knot inside me.”
My plea unbound him, and with a hitched gasp, he let it all go.
Shooting his cum deep inside me, his cock swelled at the base, stretching me to my absolute limit.
It filled me with both pain and pleasure, a combination that made me tremble all over.
His knot was hitting me just right, and it was impossible to hold myself back.
I leaned back on his lap and jerked myself off as my own orgasm began.
“Fuck,” I swore. I was still shuddering deep inside, tightening over and over around his knot.
The pleasure was indescribable, more intense than anything I had ever felt before.
It felt like five orgasms at once, just one after the other, never ending, never abating.
I released so much cum onto his chest, he was as messy as I was by the time it ended.
His heated gaze never left me as he enjoyed every moment of my prolonged orgasm. “Kiss me.” He moaned into my mouth as our lips met. “I love you. I love you, Casey.”
The words hung on my lips. I wanted to say it back.
I wanted him to know how much I loved him, too.
But I couldn’t say it now, not when he was still consumed with his rut.
I wanted him to remember the first time I said those words.
Giving him a soft kiss, I collapsed onto his chest and fell straight to sleep.