Chapter Four
Brent
#walkofnoshame
We barely made it into his room before I found myself against the wall, Jay’s lips devouring mine in a hard, heated kiss. His body pressed into mine, his reaction to our insta-lust as evident against my middle as mine was against his. I opened my mouth to him, needing more. Needing to taste him, to explore every millimeter of his mouth, to explore all that was Jay.
I found myself moving against his body, wanting more friction, wanting to touch more of him, wanting everything.
“Patience.” His lips broke from mine only long enough to mutter those words.
Patience wasn’t going to happen.
I fumbled with the hem of his shirt. It had to go. But even as he slid back to allow me to complete my task, I regretted it—missing the warmth of his body against mine, a whimper escaping my lips.
His smirk told me he knew exactly how I was feeling, and the tightness of his pants told me he felt the same.
I took off my shirt, hating to lose sight of his lean muscles long enough to get it over my head. Before I could reach for the button on his jeans, he had me back against the wall, this time without the barrier of our shirts.
“I want you,” I moaned as Jay kissed a path down my face before nuzzling into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
“So much,” he mumbled back before nibbling on my shoulder.
Jay inched back, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter wanting not even a millimeter between us.
“I can’t give you my knot with your pants on, my sexy omega,” he whispered in my ear. My arms plummeted to my sides.
“Knot, please.” Because rational thoughts and complete sentences weren’t happening.
“Good omega.” He kissed the side of my head before dropping to his knees and fumbling with the four bazillion buttons on my jeans. Why had I chosen button-fly?
“Knot,” I groaned. As much as the image of him wrapping his talented lips around my cock held its own kind of magic, I needed to feel his knot.
“Will require you to be naked,” Jay sassed back with logic as he popped the last button free. Pushing my jeans and underwear to the floor, he tapped my left foot then my right to help me step out of them, leaving me blissfully naked and Jay far too dressed.
His hand grazed my painfully hard cock on its way underneath and to where I wanted him most. His finger swirled around my hole before entering me just enough to tease and nowhere near enough to satisfy. He was going to be the death of me, but what an amazing way to go.
“Look at you all ready for me.” His eyes met mine briefly, darkened by lust. Never in my life had I seen a sexier sight. “I need a taste.”
My head fell back at his proclamation, hitting the wall with a thud just as his tongue teased the tip of my cock.
“Mmmm, a taste just isn’t going to do.”
Before I could process what he was saying, he took me in his mouth, sucking hard as he pulled his head back and repeating it a second time before popping off with an audible sound. How I hadn’t already come was beyond me.
Jay began his descent again, and I reached down, running my fingers through his hair, knowing if I so much as glanced at him and saw his swollen lips wrapped around me that it would be over long before I wanted.
When he began to tease my entrance, his tongue swirling around my lips, I began to quake in the very best of ways.
“You need to stop.” It pained me to speak the words. If this weren’t vacation, and it wasn’t a one night only, I’d have been all about watching him swallow my offerings. But we only had tonight.
He instantly pulled away, sitting back on his heels. “Sorry. I thought you—”
“I want you. If you had kept going, I was going to explode.” It was still touch-and-go, and the only thing touching me was his breath.
“Which was kind of the idea.” He winked before getting to his feet.
“I need to feel you inside me.”
He was already removing his pants. “That can be arranged.” He held his hand out to me and led me to the bed. “Condom?” he asked as I crawled across the bed.
Having no shame, I wriggled my ass at him as I did so. “Always.” Not that I had needed it for a freaking longer time than I cared to admit, but I’d never had sex with anyone but my palm without one.
“Me, too, but I meant do you have one?” He chuckled.
I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Ummm, yeah in my wallet—I think.” I hoped. Kayson always insisted I carry one. He considered me his little brother, which was usually annoying, but having that condom pretty much made it worth it about then.
My wallet landed on the bed beside me, and I fished out the condom. The corners were bent and faded. How long had I even had it?
“I see you’re all about the Mardi Gras hookup,” Jay sassed as I handed him my pathetic offering.
“Says the man who has no condom.” Honestly, having him need mine was weirdly reassuring. It wasn’t as if he was busy trying to convince me to go bare. For all I knew, it was because he’d used his mega pack up the day before, but I chose to believe it was because he wasn’t that kind of alpha. He was a good one, like my cousin.
“True enough.” He ripped the package, and I watched as he ever so slowly rolled it onto his cock before crawling over to me, “Now, where were we?”
Jay’s lips crashed into mine, and I fell back on the bed, loving his body’s weight on me. My hips kept bucking, forcing our cocks to rub together, and before long I was back in the same condition as earlier, when he’d had his lips wrapped around me. I was ready to blow.
As if sensing my dilemma, Jay broke our kiss before lining his cock up with my entrance. “Is this okay, facing each other?”
I pushed my hips into him in reply. I’d never wanted anything more.
He entered me slowly, too slowly, filling me completely before beginning to pump into me, gently at first , increasing his speed as I met him movement for movement. When his body pressed against mine so he could kiss me soundly, I didn’t even mind the rhythm of his movements. It was perfect. Him, here with me, kissing me, filling me, setting me ablaze. I built up to an orgasm faster than I would’ve imagined possible without a hand or mouth on my cock.
“I’m going to come,” I mumbled when we broke apart for air and he began to pump more quickly, his hand finding my cock and wrapping around it. I reached my peak, cum shooting up my chest as he grunted and stilled, filling the condom and his knot grew inside me.
We collapsed on the bed, connected by his knot, breathing heavily. I wanted to stay awake and talk about all things. My body had other ideas, and I fell asleep in his arms.
It was official.
Mardi Gras was the best festival ever.