6. Chapter 6
Graham
After several long moments of letting my mouth slide over this man’s, my brain finally returned to normal functioning.
At least… semi-normal functioning. Most of my blood had drifted south, and my hard cock was forcing my sleep pants lower on my hips.
If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be standing there in the cow pen with my pants around my ankles.
Which was only slightly more crazy than standing here half naked with a naked man I’d never met nor seen, yet I couldn’t stop touching him.
Logically, I should’ve called the police. There was a naked man roaming my property. His presence should’ve terrified me. Only it didn’t scare me. It had me feeling something I hadn’t felt before, a need that couldn’t be ignored.
My hands roved over his naked torso, the feel of his soft skin with just a trickling of chest hair was driving me insane. His sinewy muscles flexed under my touch. Goosebumps peppered his skin. From the cold? Or from me?
I forced myself backward, letting the kiss break. I hadn’t asked permission or done so much as learn his name and I was on him like this. It wasn’t fair to the man. He was obviously in crisis or he wouldn’t be buck-ass naked in my barn. This wasn’t something that happened on accident.
He whined when we were separated instead of pushing me away or decking me, like I half expected. He licked his lips and moved to close the distance between us. He was feeling this too. This wasn’t one-sided. Weird? Shocking? Hotter than hot? Absolutely, but not one-sided.
“Who are you?” I asked, putting a hand to his chest, unable to keep away from him. My other hand rested on his hip just above his ass, and for the first time in my life, I wished I was an octopus so I could have six more “arms” to wrap around him.
“Ewan,” he said. His hands settled on my shoulders, but unlike me, he was touching cloth. Why did I have to be dressed?
“I’m Graham.”
“I know,” he replied with a sheepish grin.
I tugged him closer to me. Later I could figure out more about him. How he knew me, who he was, why he was here, but in this moment, I just wanted him in my arms. In my bed. This might’ve been the opening scene of a future Dateline, but what a way to go.
Never in my life had I felt a fraction of this attraction. The pull was too strong, and I refused to attempt to ignore it.
“Inside,” I said.
“Yes,” he breathed, and I had a feeling that he wasn’t referring to inside the house like I was. He wanted me inside him. I wanted it too. But first, we needed a bed or my couch or the floor. I didn’t care where as long as it was inside and away from the bugs and animal scents.
Either I was about to do the most reckless thing of my entire life or I was dreaming. If it was the latter, I planned to savor every last second. If it was the first, I simply did not care. I could be rational tomorrow.
I was an alpha who’d found an omega, and every part of my body screamed that he was mine. He wasn’t protesting, in fact his body shouted that he felt the same way.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as we speed-walked toward the house. I’d never push, but gods, I needed him to tell me he was.
“Yes,” he said.
That was all I needed to know. The tiny bit of doubt that remained fell away. He was mine and I was his until he told me otherwise. If he so much as whispered the word no, I’d stop in an instant. I wasn’t that kind of alpha.
I swept him into my arms. Thanks to the years of farm labor, I could lift him easily. His mouth latched onto my neck. I nearly stumbled at the sensation of his lips nibbling and sucking on my flesh.
“Easy there, omega mine. If you keep that up, I’ll never get us inside.”
He whimpered at that but kissed my skin before nuzzling into my neck. His arms clung to me, and despite his protest, he kept his lips and tongue to himself. Not for long, I hoped.
I took him inside and straight to my bedroom. We could have the grand tour later. Gently, I laid him on my bed. He was naked as the day he was born, bathed in the moonlight that shone through my window. A gift from the gods.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said. My gaze slid over his body like a caress.
He grinned. “You’re the gorgeous one, with your muscles, but I wish I could get a better look.” He shivered as his gaze roved down my body. Apparently, it was mutual-appreciation hour.
I couldn’t hold back. I stripped off my pants and let my hard cock spring free. He spun himself so that his mouth met my cock where I stood at the edge of the bed. He gripped my hips and pulled me to him.
I groaned when his lips closed around my length, and he sucked like a parched man trying to get water from an empty canteen.
“Fuck, Ewan!” I shouted.
His cheeks hollowed as he sucked me down.
My hips bucked forward on their own accord.
I nearly came just from watching him, I had to throw my head back and stare at the ceiling in order to exert some level of control.
I stopped myself from coming just in time, pushing at his shoulders until he let go of my cock with an audible pop.
“I want to be inside you when I come for the first time tonight. Then I want to come all over your abs and your face. Then maybe, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you drink my cum when I release down your throat.
How does that sound?” I tucked my finger under his chin and forced him to look up at me. His lust-glazed eyes blinked up at me.
“Like heaven,” he said.
“That’s a good boy. Get on your stomach so I can prep you.”
He moved quickly, putting his head at the head of the bed, spreading his legs wide so I could settle between them. Slick leaked from his hole. It practically pulsed with need for me to fill him.
“Please, alpha, fill me up,” he said.
“Gladly,” I said. I put two fingers to his hole and pushed them inside slowly. His body opened for me like I was the key to the lock.
I scissored my fingers inside him, pressing deeper so that I could touch that spot that would drive him insane. He pushed back against the intrusion and slick coated my fingers, leaking out of him and onto my hand. I wanted to drink from him. I needed to know what he tasted like.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“So fucking needy. Want you so bad, Graham,” he moaned. “Please get your cock inside me. Please.”
I pressed my palm to his lower back and followed the curve of his ass. His skin was smooth, but it was hot to the touch. Like he was burning with need for real.
“Let me take care of you,” I said. I didn’t know how I knew, but something told me that I was the cause of this heat, and I was the one that could fix it. He was my omega to take care of, and I was going to help.
“Then put your cock in me already!” Ewan turned to look at me, a saucy grin on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back.
My mate was going to be a handful.
I didn’t even know where that thought came from or even what it meant to have a mate, I just knew he was mine.
I withdrew my fingers, and he whined.
“Patience, baby,” I cooed.
He softened under my touch. I spread his cheeks wide and pressed my cock to his hole. His body opened for me, his slick easing the way.
His back arched when I pressed inside him. I went slow, waiting until I was fully inside him before I let loose. When his body was totally ready for me, I pulled out and thrust back in, again and again until the bed was rocking against the wall and my needy mate was begging for more.
My release came quickly, way quicker than I wanted, but I knew we’d have more time together. Ewan’s came at the same time, throwing me even further over the edge. My seed filled his channel, burying deep inside him.
I nearly collapsed on him but caught myself in time. My lips found his face, peppering kisses over his cheeks, his brow, his nose, until I found his lips.
“Mine,” I said.
He sighed. “Yours.”