Chapter 27 #2
“And she doesn’t like sweat. Thatcher is always either sweaty from practice or his hands are clammy, so she won’t let him touch her.”
We come upon my room, my sanctuary, but I don’t want to part. My time with him has been a blast, so I gesture toward the door.
“D-Do you want to hang out in my room with me?” I inquire, my tone bleeding with my anxiousness, but Kit beams in response, his eyes sparkling with delight.
“You don’t even have to ask.”
My room feels too quiet when we enter, as if my sacred space knows what a big deal it is that I want to hang out in here. As if it knows how dangerous it is to be with Kit behind closed doors.
Kit goes to turn on the light but I stop him. “No, no overhead lights please,” I say as I go to my lamp and click it on.
“You’re right, this is much better.” He admires my room, which he hasn’t seen since he helped me move in, and all the changes I have made since I’ve been here.
My stuffed animals finally have their own space.
My video game collection is secure in its casing by the consoles.
And my closet is open, displaying the bright array of colors that I own.
“Can we watch something on my laptop? I kind of want to lie down. That game really exhausted me,” I tell him.
“Of course, I’m pretty tired, too.”
We set up my laptop and put on an anime we both enjoy, something cozy and slow burn that we can leave on if we fall asleep. I get under the covers and pull them back. He stares at the space beside me as he stands awkwardly beside the bed.
“I can get under the covers with you?” he asks, his eyes round and unblinking.
I bite my lip, trying to be casual, but I’m actually terrified. “If you want to, yes.”
He jumps in before I can blink, his body closing in on mine with extreme heat.
His scent immediately blooms underneath the covers and sticks to every surface.
I grin at that, satisfied that my bed now emits the aroma of a watermelon stand as I curl deeper into his chest and press play on the computer.
A few minutes go by, and Kit rearranges considerably so he can see over my head. Then, he snakes his arm around me and rests his fingers on my stomach over my shirt, his arm pulling me closer.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, and the huskiness of it makes me swallow a whine.
I don’t trust myself with words, so I nod enough so he knows, and then try to relax into the pillow.
We lay there for a while, enjoying the company of each other’s touch, and I feel myself pooling down below without any effort from him.
Just his hand resting on my stomach has caused me to twist into knots.
It’s borderline embarrassing, but I can’t even find it within myself to care.
His touch feels like everything I’ve ever needed, and the omega in my chest begs for more.
He must feel it, too, because his fingers flex across my stomach with tension. My attention is no longer on the screen beside us. It’s focused on the intense way his skin feathers over mine, like two magnets waiting to join together.
“Opal,” he whispers in my ear, desperate and guttural.
The sounds hit me deep below. It’s the most wrecked I’ve ever heard him, and it makes my body feel every emotion that I’ve been repressing since I stepped foot in this house.
On an exhale, I reach up and place my hand on top of his.
My fingers lay directly on his, playing with the spaces between, just before I move his hand downward.
I refuse to look back at him, knowing that if I see his face lit up with any kind of bliss, I will be done for.
But I’m also not strong enough to stop this.
My entire body needs this more than I need to breathe his watermelon fragrance directly into my lungs.
His breath hits my neck as he lets me lead his hand to my shorts.
When his index finger is touching them, I let my hand fall to my head, the silent request lingering between us.
His fingers flex against the skin poking out beneath the hem of my shirt, and the touch forces a tiny whine from my throat.
The second the sound escapes, Kit growls into my shoulder and finally moves his hand below my waistband, then below my panties until his finger pads touch the most sensitive part of me.
“Fu—” I say on a moan, my entire body already bowing to the command of his touch. Kit groans as he feels the slick pooled there, and then his touch is gone.
A protest starts to leave my mouth before I’m suddenly turned to my back, and his body hovers over mine. His extra dose of watermelon makes my mouth water as he sears me with his gaze.
“I want to see you,” he murmurs, his thumb going to my bottom lip with a tender touch. “I want to see your reactions, hear them up close. I need it more than I need air.”
Kit pulls my top off, quickly and with precision. Then my shorts go next. I don’t even have time to react before I’m completely bare beneath him, and his eyes are trailing all over my body in the glow of my side lamp. He bites his lip, his jaw tensing.
“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” he whispers, his voice cracking with lust. I touch his chest so I can feel the strong and consistent beat of his heart against my palm.
He’s just as affected as I am, and that’s what gives me the courage to slide my hand to the back of his neck and pull him to me.
It’s a slow descent, both of us nervous and trembling as our faces move closer.
His eyes close on instinct, his breath so close I can breathe it in.
There’s a wild drum pumping in my chest just before our lips finally touch, and the gentle way in which we come together snaps as we bask in the new pleasure.
He deepens the kiss, runs his tongue along my lip, and the second he enters my mouth, a moan falls out without my permission.
My fingers thread into his hair, and his arms cage me in as he lies on top of me.
A gasp escapes my mouth as something hard brushes my bare center.
My hips move on an impulse, chasing the feeling of him against me, and he responds feverishly.
We move together, our hips connected and grinding, as the feeling in my stomach blossoms into something glorious.
I don’t know why I ever denied this. My body is primed and ready for this omega, wanting nothing more than for us to stay conjoined.
The second his cock hits my clit through his sweatpants, I am breaking the kiss and panting, desperate for any friction he can grant me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his hips still moving over mine. His fingers move down my body and circle my clit as his mouth moves to kiss my neck. “Opal… is this okay, baby?”
I clutch the sheets in my hands, nodding and groaning at the feeling building between my legs.
I thrust up into them, hearing the obscene sound of slick against his fingers.
Kit kisses my nipple, biting it gently, and then goes to the other side, all while his finger lazily circles my clit.
Just as I’m about to ask for more, he begins to kiss down my body, reveling in every part of it.
His tongue finds every nook, every stretch mark, every freckle.
His moans follow him as he lowers, and when he finally faces my core, he doesn’t waste time.
His mouth replaces his fingers as his lips descend, feasting like I’ve never been feasted on before.
The heightened feeling immediately shoots through me, the nerve endings reacting with every touch of his tongue.
A strangled cry escapes as his fingers find their way inside me, curling at just the right angle to drive me crazy.
When he feels me pulse around him, he moans into me, the vibrations moving around my clit, shooting energy down my spine.
“Do that again,” I sigh, my fingers moving into his hair to hold him in place.
I grip him tightly and trigger another moan as he works me over with both his mouth and fingers.
“Kit, I’m going to co—” I cut off into a moan as my body takes over.
His touch heightens the pleasure as he hits that spot inside me with every movement, his tongue never quitting as he pulls every bit of pleasure from me.
My body squeezes together, nearly suffocating him with my thighs as I arch forward and whimper until I nearly black out.
When I come back to my body, I’m sensitive everywhere.
He pulls out his fingers and cleans every part of me with his tongue.
Aftershocks pulse through me to the point I have to laugh and push him off, ticklish from his tiny movements.
He licks his lips almost obscenely, then kisses my thighs and up my body, before claiming my lips once more.
When he pulls back, there’s an almost vulnerable look in his eyes, but he’s also giddy as he holds my hand and kisses it between us.
“Was that… good?” he asks me.
I bite my lip to keep from chuckling. “Was it good?”
“Yes.”
“Kit, that was incredible.” He kisses my cheek and then pecks my lips again.
“Good. That was my first time doing that,” he tells me, and I inhale sharply as his lips quirk up at his confession. “I wanted it to be good for you.”
“Good doesn’t cut it,” I assure him. “I feel like a melted pile of goo right now. I could sleep, just like this.”
“We should,” he says, as he touches my forehead. Is he checking my temperature? “We should get some rest.”
“But, what about you?” I ask him, gesturing towards the very exciting thing he has going on downstairs.
“Another time.” He lies down beside me and pulls me into his body. “As long as you let me stay and sleep with you for a little bit, I don’t care one bit if you return the favor.”
I want to argue, give him just as much of a ride as he just gave me, but I yawn as a response. I guess my body actually is exhausted, so I nod my head and agree. “Deal.”
He kisses my forehead and I sigh happily. I know I might freak out about this tomorrow, but I don’t seem to care at the moment. My omega is content, my body is relaxed, and I’m exactly where I want to be.