Chapter 6 #2
The drive across town was painfully slow in the late afternoon traffic.
It wore away my patience, leaving me tapping my thumbs against the steering wheel and glaring at every red light.
On the passenger seat sat the hamper, a symbol of my dedication to a perfect heat experience.
It had been a long time since I’d taken an omega through a heat, so my nerves were high.
I’d gone forum hopping, looking for all the advice I could get.
Nothing would stop me from making this the best heat Brady had ever gone through.
His apartment block was in a decent area.
They even had underground parking with guest spots.
The last time I’d been there, four months ago, I’d run from the subway to his block because of an accident on the freeway.
This time I got to take in the changes around the place.
The building itself wasn’t old. It held maybe ten apartments with basement storage and laundry facilities.
The rooftop had solar panels and raised garden beds.
From what Brady said, the solar was for the shared areas of the building, reducing fees.
There was an elevator which took me to the third floor once I entered the code Brady gave me.
Pheromone scrubbers were conspicuously placed in every hallway and above each door.
They usually came as standard in most public buildings and private residences, though I could tell at first look that these were high quality.
I’d wondered why Brady lived so far away from his workplace, but this explained it.
The sense of safety from the security measures was priceless for his peace of mind, but expensive when renting or buying such a property.
Buildings like the one Brady lived in were popular with omegas. The home I had shared with Gio had been in a higher tax bracket, though they hadn’t put nearly as much thought into the residents’ safety.
Brady answered less than a minute after I knocked. Standing so close to him, it was impossible for me to miss the pheromones he was giving off. My body reacted instinctively, reaching out with my own, wrapping my scent around him. His cheeks flushed in reaction, his pupils slightly dilated.
I couldn’t help but lean close to tease him with a caress, a kiss, and a few whispered words.
Another burst of pheromones from each of us had my pulse skyrocketing.
While I wanted to really savor his heat, it had been so long since I’d been inside him, I knew the first round would only be to take the edge off.
The way he reacted to my suggestion of public sex really had me going. It was natural when I was with Brady to add in elements of kink. Not something we did every time. I felt like we’d play for his heat.
He let me pass by him and venture deeper into his apartment.
“Do you remember your safe word?” A hint of where my mind was going. I followed my senses to his bedroom. The lights were low with the curtains drawn and the AC turned up high.
He grinned. “I’d rather go with the traffic lights if that’s okay?
” Great, he was onboard. He leaned in the doorway, watching me take in the bed which had been stripped of its usual comforter and pillows, leaving a rubber-backed sheet to protect the mattress.
A pile of blankets sat on a chest at the end of the bed.
“Sure. Anything off the table?”
“Spanking.” He prowled closer as he explained. “My skin is extra sensitive right now. Usual hard limits like watersports still apply.” His fingers gripped the front of my shirt. He pulled me down, then captured my lips in a rough kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.
This was what I loved about Brady. He took what he wanted unapologetically. I cupped his jaw and met his tongue stroke for stroke. I mapped his mouth as I plunged my fingers into his hair and gripped the glossy burnt caramel strands.
The way he tasted was impossible to explain. He just felt like mine in my arms, like he was always supposed to be there. My heart was hammering, my cock aching, as need flooded my body.
Brady’s moan held an edge of desperation. He broke free and peeled off his shirt and shorts, leaving him bare. He was already hard, the tip leaking. When he turned to crawl up the bed, I could see slick on his thighs.
I was barely aware of dropping the hamper onto the chest, too focused on stripping out of my clothes. My need for Brady was a living thing inside me, it urged me to take. Around us, our pheromones melted into each other, dousing the room in the scent of arousal.
Brady leaned on an elbow, watching me as I joined him on the bed.
I ran my hands up his legs, loving the feel of his skin and the rasp of his body hair against my fingers.
His thighs parted when I reached his knees.
I sucked marks on his inner thighs, earning myself a gasp and buck of his hips.
With one hand holding him down, I ran my tongue along his skin, tasting his slick.
He let out a cry which then turned into a scream when I speared my tongue into his ass without warning.
Brady came for the first time as I opened him up for my cock with my tongue and fingers.
He came again when I roughly thrust inside him and wrapped my hand around his throat.
Then a third and final time as I knotted him, my hand constricting his air for a moment.
I pulsed inside him, aware that this could be the moment we made a baby. I wanted it so badly it hurt. My fingers lightly traced over the red marks on his neck where I’d squeezed. “You good?”
“Oh, fuck! I’d forgotten what sex with you was like. Damn!” Brady didn’t even open his eyes, just slurred out his words with a blissful expression.
We lay there, bodies tangled together, for a long moment until I needed to take my weight off him. He winced as I adjusted our positions so he was on top of me, my cock still inside him.
He finally opened his sparkling green eyes, mischief written all over his face. “I’m so glad you agreed to this.”
“Me too. No place I’d rather be.”
When my knot went down, I left his body reluctantly. The next wave of heat was already building in Brady. First, I wanted him to drink and maybe eat. I worried I’d been rougher on his throat than I intended.
Inside the hamper, sitting on an ice pack, I found a tray of cut fruit: strawberries, melon, apple, and pineapple. There was a gel for bruises which I snatched up. “Here.” I handed him the fruit and got to work smearing the gel over him.
Brady laughed, the sound a little hoarse. “I’m fine. Let me wear these with pride.”
I mock glared at him. “And let people think I hurt you? No thanks.”
He pushed my hand away. “I’m serious. I don’t need it. It’s rare for me to bruise. Bet these are gone by morning.”
Reluctantly, I put the gel away and watched him eat. He crooked a finger at me, so I moved to sit next to him against the headboard. He pushed a piece of pineapple between my lips. “Eat,” he commanded.
Once he was done with his snack, he slid into my lap and hooked his arms around my neck. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He kissed me, soft and sweet, still tasting of the strawberry he’d just eaten.
The kiss deepened as Brady’s heat took control. He rocked his hips, grinding our cocks together. I wrapped my hand around us and let him move, taking his pleasure. When he came, he whined. “Inside. I need it.”
Brady rode me until we both came. My arms cradled him close to me, the feeling so intimate it made my heart ache.
I knew sharing his heat, having this friend with benefits thing was going to wreck me, but I couldn’t live without having this experience at least once.