Chapter Ten
Forrest
When I’d walked in seeing him stroking himself with abandon and then offering to make me cocoa, my shoulders relaxed as all my fears that I’d be pushing myself on him dissipated. He wanted me, too, and not because my scent was driving him crazy with need—although I hoped it did, and not because we were trapped together—which we were, but because he wanted me. And that was when I decided to throw the ball in his court, just to be sure. Or maybe because seeing him take lead was hotter than heck.
I had no idea that was only the beginning.
I’d purposely left the door open for him and crossed all things. Heck, I took a shower in the en suite, though there was a suitable bathroom upstairs. I wanted there to be no doubt in his mind I wanted him and the door was literally open for him.
When he came in, with his cock bouncing against his belly showing just how much he wanted me, it was all I could do not to come on the spot, and then when he asked me to tell him to suck my cock, I had to reel things back for a few minutes to compose myself, not that the kissing wasn’t off-the-charts amazing.
And now I had him on the bed, drying him off far more than necessary as I prepared to make him come after teasing him just a little bit. Technically, he was dry when we left the bathroom, but he was itching to get started and I was also itching to tease, so drying him off it was.
“Hmm, what shall I do with you, omega?”
“Knot me?” His request took me aback. I’d expected him to want my lips wrapped around him the way he’d had his around me.
Knotting—that was more and something I might not even be able to give him. He’d assumed that because I took care of him, as any decent human being should, it meant I was a good alpha. I was mediocre at best. My insecurities over not always knotting came flooding back. If I hadn’t just blown my load into his hot little omega mouth, I’d have lost a bit if not all of my erection with those thoughts in my head. I shook my head, fiercely needing them gone.
“Forrest?” My attention snapped back to River, still needy even if his face held a touch of worry.
“Sorry. Where were we?” I licked my lips, trying to lead him back to oral gratification.
“I was here waiting for you to blow me, but you were elsewhere. Come here, kiss me senseless and then tell me where you went.”
I crawled up the bed, making sure I didn’t jostle his leg any, and kissed him senseless as he’d requested.
“So what had you so distracted? My leg?” His hand found my cock, already bouncing back to life, and he gave it a slight squeeze, both of us lying on our sides.
“No. But that is a concern.”
“The doctor said sex was fine.”
Who talks about that with their doctor? Fine, most people should, but hearing him say it was a discussion like it was no big deal took me aback.
“He specifically said that?”
“Yep.” He tapped my nose. Adorable. “Now tell me.” His hand left my body, and I immediately felt the loss of his touch. I got it though. We somehow had gone from hot and heavy to a serious discussion in the time it took for him to say knot. “Because if this isn’t what you want, I understand, but if it is, I feel like you are not letting me know something pretty need-to-know.”
“I don’t always knot.” It just came tumbling out, and the understanding in his eyes had me glad for it even if it was as embarrassing as fuck.
“And neither do betas, but they seem to get the job done.” He winked, and the thought of him with another had my eyes turning green, which shouldn’t have been the case. He was a weekend fling at best. Jealousy had no place here.
“Do you have to talk about other men?” I inched closer so our cocks brushed against each other, giving him a reason not want to. Or so I hoped.
“You could do me instead?”
I groaned, falling back on the bed. “You did not just go there.”
“I very much did.” His hand grazed my now full erection. “Oh, and look at that, you are on board, too.” His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “And I have a secret for you.”
“I like secrets.” I brushed my lips against his. “Tell me them all.”
“I have a birth control implant.” The intent of his comment sent shivers down my spine. He just asked me to go bare. I’d never done that. Never, unless you count my palm. It was so…so…intimate. My cock bounced as if nodding that he, too, was on board.
“And you would trust me…like that?”
He nodded with a salacious grin, and all my fears vanquished with that one smile.
“It would be my first, and I always wanted to know how it felt.”
“Me, too,” I confessed. “But if you don’t want to, we can—” I ran through my packing list. No, condoms hadn’t made it. Getting lucky hadn’t been on my list of writing retreat activities “Do you have condoms?”
“Nope.” He popped the P, looking far too pleased at himself for being ill prepared for adult fun.
“Me neither, so if you don’t want to, we will have to be creative, and, fair warning, I have an oral fixation.” Which he probably could tell by the way I was practically drooling for him.
“Or you could do me.” He waggled his eyebrows, his voice deepening even if his attempt was half humor.
“You like saying that, don’t you?” I gave his nipple a tweak which he rewarded me for with a shiver.
“Not nearly as much as I anticipate liking doing it.” He grabbed my head, pulling me to him as he took my lips with his, kissing me so completely I wasn’t sure I remembered my name when the kiss broke and we both lay their panting.
“Your leg?” I asked, needing to be sure how to do this without hurting him.
“We should be fine face to face.” Just the thought of that, of the intimacy of it had my need amped up, which I wasn’t sure was even possible. “Just not with any crazy acrobatics.”
“Promise to let me know if it hurts.” I settled between his legs, holding myself up enough to not put too much pressure on him but letting our skin touch.
“Yes, Daddy.” He tapped my nose and stuck out his tongue.
“You into that?” I mean I knew the Daddy thing was a thing, but he seemed so not the type, and, honestly, I doubted I was either, but you know—trying anything once was a pretty good motto.
“No, but the look on your face.” I just shook my head. Oh this omega was going to keep me on my toes, at least until the storm was over. I pushed the thought down—there was no way I wanted to keep thinking about when this ended. I wanted to think about now. “Kiss me, alpha. Make me yours.”
Who was I to deny such a request.