Chapter Eighteen
Tennyson
I’d never felt as close to another person as I did as I told Greer the darkness that had been the end of my once-very-promising career or what I assumed had been the end at the time. It wasn’t the sharing—I’d shared the story before with Pops, although this was a much longer version since I only gave him snippets here and there. No, it wasn’t me sharing that impacted me so completely, it was his reaction.
Greer seemed unaware that he was crying over my past pain, or maybe he was acutely aware and didn’t want me to hold the burden of his emotions on top of the insanity that was now my career.
When he changed the subject, I was more than eager to reply in kind. Just the thought of having him in my mouth or giving him my knot had me harder than I’d ever been. It was all I could do not to fill my boxer briefs with cum as I took him into my mouth and played with his eager hole. The man was officially what sexy aspired to be.
When he asked me to enter him, there was no denying the needy plea, and I ordered him onto the bed—sleeper sofa—whatever, and he was eager to comply, yanking his shirt over his head as he did.
I slowly removed my clothing, teasing him with the reveal, his eyes targeted on me. His hand ran over his own need and I had to close my eyes for a brief moment. The entire reason I stripped slowly was to rein in my desire enough to knot him the moment my cock breached his slick entrance, and then he had to go and look at me like I was chocolate cake, his tongue darting out briefly as he caught sight of my erection.
“Are you coming, alpha?” His sultry tone washed over me.
“If you keep looking at me like I am a feast, I will far sooner than I’d like,” I confessed, reaching down and guiding his hand off himself and above his head. He chuckled and then stroked himself with the other hand.
“If I didn’t know better,” I began as I removed his other hand, placing it, too, above his head, and climbing between his legs, pressing my body on top of him so that our cocks were side by side and touching, “I’d think you were liking me restraining your arms like this.”
He went to answer, and I stopped him with my lips. The darkening of his eyes as I mentioned restraints told me so much, and I couldn’t wait to explore all of it, but in the meantime I needed to be inside him as much as his words told me he needed the same.
“Condom,” I panted as our kiss broke, and I pushed myself up. “Be right back.”
He yanked me back to him. “I’m on suppressants, and my yearly came back perfect, and there has been no one since then, and—”
I grunted, rolling off of him, my arm resting on my forehead. “You can’t offer no condoms like this—not now.”
“Why not?” His voice quivered. Fuck. He didn’t understand my words. Shit. I didn’t fully understand them.
Turning on my side I propped my head up, looking at him until our eyes met. “I mean, that is a discussion for when we are not about to explode with desire.” I cupped his cheek, rubbing my hand along his cheekbone. “Not something to decide in the heat of the moment.”
“So table it, not a no.” His words were stilted.
“Fuck no, it is not a no. I have never not used a condom and just the thought of it, of sliding into you with nothing between us has given me enough spank material for a decade or two.” Not where I had meant to lead the discussion, but his face lit up so it worked.
“I’m your spank material?” he teased as he jumped off the bed in one motion. That flexibility only fueled the spank material theory. He grabbed his pants, emerging with a condom. “I brought this because I thought—I hoped—umm, you’re my spank material, too.”
Sexiest. Omega. Ever.
He might have professed his love for all the emotions that brought to the surface, and as he ripped the package, walking ever so slowly back to me, I saw this sexy omega for what he truly was—mine. He might not be ready for those words. Not that he cringed when I hinted as much earlier, but still, mine was a huge deal, and that was what this night was—a huge deal.
He slid the condom on my tip and rolled it ever so slowly down my shaft. “There. We will discuss said condoms in the morning at breakfast.” He straddled me and lowered himself onto me slowly until I was fully seated. Watching his face overwhelmed with desire as he took the reins made it beyond a challenge not to take over. Not yet anyway.
He began to move up and down, slowly increasing his speed with each pass as I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him. His moans of pleasure matched mine, and I found myself taking over, thrusting up to meet his motions until I could take it no longer and rolled him onto his back, kissing him soundly before asking, “Is this okay?”
“Make me yours, alpha.”
I drove into him, my release rushing toward me as he stroked himself. “Come for me, mine,” I cried as I tried to thwart my impending orgasm long enough to see his needs met. As the first spurt of his cum landed on his chest, I gave over to my climax, calling out his name as I shot my cum into the condom and my knot began to grow.
He pulled me down, kissing me deeply and lovingly. We stayed like that, connected to each other in more ways than just my knot. How this man could come into my life and turn it on its axis both overwhelmed and amazed me.
“You are everything,” I whispered in his ear just as sleep began to envelop him.
And it was true. He. Was. Everything.
Now I just had to figure out a way to become everything in return.