Chapter Twelve
Chris
The salty taste of my omega still lay on my tongue, salty goodness I hoped to enjoy many times in the future, but my dick still jutted straight out, aching for relief. Tak gave me a shy smile and knelt as I rose. Halfway there, in an awkward bend, we kissed then he had his arms wrapped around my hips, his hot little mouth encasing me with a suction so tight I knew it wouldn’t take long.
I laced my fingers in his hair and cupped the back of his head, holding him still while I took over. I didn’t mind sucking off my omega, in fact I loved it, but I was so hard, so hot, and so close, I needed to control the action here.
I fucked his mouth, deep, slow strokes into his throat that guaranteed a quick result. We could take our time later, but I was afraid if we were much longer, his friend would call again and interrupt us. Plus, I’d been on my knees just a second before and knew how many tiny pebbles and thorns were there. I didn’t want him uncomfortable.
After a dozen or so thrusts, my balls tightened, my head tipped back, and I let out a roar as my cum jetted into my omega, marking him with my scent, and ending with me on my knees in front of him, kissing again, lips, teeth and tongues clashing, dicks hardening as if we both hadn’t just gotten off.
As we clung to one another, his phone rang and we broke apart, laughing and panting. “Will?” I asked.
“Gotta be. His timing is impeccable.” Tak rested a hand on my shoulder and stood then tucked his cock into his pants. Then he shrugged. “He didn’t mean to interrupt. He’s not used to me having a sex life to interrupt.”
“Well, he’d better get used to it, then,” I growled, standing as well and straightening my clothes. “Either you tell him, or I will.”
We strolled back toward the bike with an arm around one another’s waist, as in tune with each other as if we’d been together for years. Yet we had that crazy first-time-together buzz going, or at least I did. Had all day.
As he settled behind me on the bike, Tak’s cock was still half-hard. He brought his arms around and rested his palms on my thighs, very close to home base, and nuzzled my neck. “I don’t think we’ll have to tell him,” he yelled over the roar of the Harley starting up. “He has eyes, and a nose. We smell like all-day and all-night sex.”
And wasn’t that how it should be?
Will lived not far away, so we roared up his driveway in a short time, both hard as rocks from the little groping games my omega had decided were motorcycle appropriate. If we couldn’t manage some distraction, we’d be making a real spectacle of ourselves, so before knocking on the door, I took a few steps away and looked out over the flowerbeds edging the lawn, trying to think of things that were unrelated to sex with my omega. Cuddling with him in bed came to mind which helped not at all. Then I thought of sitting on the couch with him watching a movie, but my brain immediately pictured doing that naked. Swimming...which fortunately or unfortunately had other associations already…
Crunch!
Not only did my dick deflate, but my balls retreated into my body at the sound. Praying I’d misinterpreted it, I turned on a heel to find I had not been mistaken. My bike lay on the gravel drive net to my omega who gaped at it in horror.
“I’m so sorry, Chris,” he said, staring down. “I don’t know what happened. I pulled my leg over the seat and my foot got caught in the strap on that saddle bag thing, and...and I guess I do know what happened.”
Any other time with any other person I’d have been enraged, probably shouting, possibly threatening a lawsuit or mayhem, but today I simply strode up to the side of someone I loved, took him in my arms, and stroked his back, soothing, “Shh, it’s only a thing. Are you okay?”
Holy cow, who was I?
For his part, Tak continued to apologize over and over while I hushed and caressed and told him it was okay. By the time he settled down, and I looked up, we were not alone.
Will—at least I assumed it was Will because I didn’t recall him being in our class—was headed toward us, an apron wrapped around his waist and a look of horror in his eyes. “Tak...did you just drop that bike on the gravel? Shit, it’s gotta be scratched all to pieces. What happened?”
Stuff, you know, I’d have been the one to say before I became completely besotted. Still, because I’m only human and my second favorite thing in the world lay on a bed of coarse pebbles, I set Tak away from me with a kiss on the forehead. “Better now?”
“Let me pick it up for you. I’ll pay to get it polished or painted. Do you want a new one?”
I chuckled, although it came out a little hollow. “It’s pretty heavy, and there’s a trick to getting it up. I’ll get it.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “So you’ve knocked it over before? Not just me?”
Umm...hell no. I’d knocked over the bike I paid five hundred dollars for a few years back, and anyone who rode knew how to get a bike up because otherwise you risked ending up stranded somewhere. This bike had never been down before. So, why was I saying, “Yeah, no big deal. I’m sure any scratches will polish out.”
I had to be in love.
While Tak and Will, who I hadn’t been introduced to yet, stood side by side, I got the Harley back upright, wincing only a little at the tiny dents and scratches on the gas tank. “See?” I lied. “It’s not bad at all. Let’s go have some cake.” Approaching the other man, I held out a hand. “I’m Chris, and I hear you have cake.”
He shook my hand. “Four kinds. I’ve narrowed it down.”
“Four. We’d better get started with that tasting. Anything I can do to help with the party?” I followed the others inside, I cast a glance behind me at the damaged Harley then managed to shrug aside the desire to leap on it and rush it to a body shop. If what my fellow driver, Mystic Wheels, with the psychic, or whatever they were, gifts was right, I’d probably be selling it anyway. It was hardly a family car.