We pulled up and parked outside my motel room in silence. He shut off the engine and turned to me. I saw the deepness and curiosity in his stare.

“What happens now?” he asked, glancing towards my door.

I slid my hand across onto his thigh, moving it upwards yet keeping my eyes on his.

He took a sharp intake of breath as I held him through his wet jeans.

“Have you… you know, with an Omega?”

“Never,” he interrupted, grabbing hold of my hand and pressing it harder against himself. “Only you, Max. It’s always been you.”

I leaned in close to him and kissed him, not caring if the world saw us. The hunger I suddenly had for him was so intense that I couldn’t hold it back. I’d spent my entire adult life wanting him, and now with the anticipation of having his naked body by my side, I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t reel myself back in.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, pulling back for a moment. I nodded almost urgently.

He kept his eyes low and reached for the edge of my soaked T-shirt, pulling it up. The sigh I gave was enough of an answer to him, and he pushed me back against the car window, kissing me, running his hands over my body eagerly. He tugged at my pants, pulling on them, and I moaned as he slid his hand beneath the material, holding onto me firmly.

“I can’t help what I want,” he growled into my ear. “I can’t fight it.”

I found his mouth again with mine, and he leaned further over to me, but he pulled away again, resting a hand on my chest and the other hand still holding me tight. I shuddered with pleasure as I looked at him, the lust clouding my vision.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, looking towards my door, and for the first time I looked around us at the other cars. The lot was empty due to the rain, and anyone that was around was too busy running for cover to notice us.

Without speaking, I sat upright and got out of the car, running to unlock my room door. I turned to summon him through the rain, but he was already there, pushing me into the room against the wall.

The door swung closed behind us, but we weren’t paying attention. Our eyes were fixed on each other.

He pulled my T-shirt up over my head and threw it onto the floor in a wet heap as he ran his hands over my body.

I groaned, peeling his top off and undoing his jeans, but I was too slow, and he stepped back, freeing himself of all clothes while I watched, smiling. He looked up and I laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize to me,” he whispered, stepping over his clothes and stroking the side of my face so tenderly that it surprised me. Lewis brought out the lover in me. He’d awakened my soul. I was used to messing around with uncomplicated men in the city, but something about Lewis made everything seem new.

I was the one with experience. He’d never been with another man since our nights of experimenting.

“We’ll go slow,” I said quietly.

“Don’t go slow,” he responded, pulling on my pants. “Since you left, I’ve wondered what it was like to be with you properly…”

“You waited ten years, Lewis. We don’t have to rush this.”

He kissed me, squeezing my growing erection in his hands and making me groan.

I pulled away and undressed, tripping over my pants as I stumbled to the bed.

He pulled me down onto his naked, toned body, our cocks touching, pressed together, and we kissed, grinding our bodies against each other, groaning loudly as the pleasure rippled through us.

I couldn’t hold off for much longer. I wanted him. I wanted to have him inside me. I always had.

I pushed myself up and looked down at him, eyes closed, still, and mouth parted slightly.

“You’re shaking,” I whispered, shifting to place a hand on his bare stomach. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Anticipation,” he answered. “I fucking want this.”

He bucked his hips against me and groaned so deeply that I felt the tingle of pleasure run though me.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life,” he said gruffly.

I didn’t need any more reassurance, as the tension in me had built up so much that I didn’t know how long I was going to last.

I reached over the side of the bed for my holdall and rummaged through it, pulling out the tube of lubricant. I knew my ass should have already been wet for him, but the damn hormone contraceptive injections had almost dried me up.

He looked at my bag and then me.

“You actually packed?” he asked, resting up on his elbows. “You really were going to leave?”

“I’m still here,” I answered. “Just kiss me.”

He growled and rolled me onto my back, pushing me hard into the bed. He took the lubricant out of my hands and popped the cap with his teeth, pouring the liquid into his palms.

I moaned as I watched him slide it up and down his shaft before squeezing some onto my ass.

He threw it, and it landed somewhere in the room.

Fuck. I wanted him way more than I thought possible as my dick bounced between us.

He looked at me, right in the eyes, as he lifted my ass up and he pushed his way into my tight hole. I saw his eyes glaze over, and I grabbed hold of the bed sheets beside me as I felt the full, large length of him.

“Oh my God!” he moaned, shuddering as I closed my ass around his cock. He’d never been with a man before whilst I’d been with a few over the years, but none of them had been love. None of them were Lewis, and the feeling of pleasure, ecstasy and real emotion mixed together made me harder then I knew I could go.

He pulled out and pushed his way back in again with a deep grunt, his body shaking with every thrust.

“I can’t do this…” I heard him breathe, resting his hands on either side of me and hanging his head.

I lifted it with my fingers and looked him square in the eyes.

“Lewis, if you’re not ready…”

“I’m ready!” he announced. “I just…”

He started pounding again, harder, and I grabbed hold of his arms, groaning as every time he pushed further and further I felt myself closer to the edge.

He reached between us and held onto my cock, pumping it and almost making me explode instantly.

It was the furthest we’d ever gone. Ever. We’d spent warm summer afternoons and hazy nights touching each other, exploring the way our bodies reacted to each other, but to make love, to excite each other’s emotions… We’d never even considered it, not at fifteen. But now that I’d had a taste of intimacy with him, I didn’t want to let go. Not now, not ever. How could I ever go back to a life in the city without Lewis when the man between my legs and in my ass was the only man in the entire world that I’d ever loved?

He stopped again, trembling, and leaned downwards, burying his head in my neck.

“Lewis, you okay? Lewis?”