by J. D. Light
"I said, if you have a little announcement about finally getting the balls to ask that sweet boy to marry you, it would sure make my night, since your Aunt Clare has been pretty mouthy lately about her moronic son who went on two dates and ended up with a proposal.
I groaned, not at all in the mood to listen to my mom and her sister take shots at each other over Thanksgiving dinner again this year. My grandma had to spray them with the little sprayer on the sink when they actually started fighting over the basket of rolls and who was going to put them on the table. My grandma had been sure to point out that it was because of the two of them that we had soggy rolls that year, and she'd banned them from the kitchen.
"Mom, you know it's not like that," I said sadly, wishing she'd drop it with Gates. Every time she brought it up, it made me feel like shit, because I knew he didn't see me like that. It had nothing to do with the size of my balls.
"How can that be?" She whined. "You guys are perfect for each other. How can he not love you?"
"Well, you know how irritating I can be," I said, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath. I didn't know if that had anything to do with it. I really could be an irritating presence, but Gates had always seemed to deal with that easily, but he just never seemed like he wanted me in that way.
Granted, I'd never gotten the balls to ask… but I wasn't going to admit to my mother that it was true.
"It probably has more to do with the fact that he can hear you snoring from down the hall and he doesn't want to have to deal with that for the rest of his life."
"Okay. That's just hateful. I'm hanging up."
I stuffed my phone into my back pocket and took three quick steps, throwing myself on his bed beside him, disrupting his throw and sending the ball off toward the closet.
He chuckled, turning to smirk at me, and I gave him my best pout.
"What's wrong?" he asked, turning on his side to face me. The anxious look from earlier was gone as he reached out and ruffled my long blond hair, pushing the strands that had fallen out of my bun away from my face. "What did she say?"
"She wants me to settle down so bad," I grumbled, scooting closer when he started to pull his hand away, so he could continue to play with my hair. "And not even because she wants to see me happy, either. She's just competing against her sister." I smirked, watching his brown eyes as they watched his fingers maneuver my ponytail holder out of my hair. "She's going to lose her mind when she finds out I’m doing something that is kinda going to ensure I don't settle down ever."
His hands stilled and he swallowed hard, meeting my gaze. "Are you sure you still want to do it?" he asked on a whisper, his eyes wide and hopeful.
Did he hope I'd changed my mind, or did he hope I hadn't?
"Definitely," I whispered back, smiling softly when the tension left his shoulders, and his fingers started working through my hair. "Do you? I'm not pressuring you into this, am I?"
"Nope. I'm still in." He licked his lips and swallowed, his mouth parting, looking soft as he met my eyes again. "And… uh… I'm actually ovulating right now."
Fucking finally! Inside I was a bundle of excited energy as the reality of me finally getting to be with him in one of the ways I'd always wanted to be hit me.
"So," I said as calmly as I could. "We should probably…"
"Yeah." He blinked at me, his eyes getting wider. "I'm going to go shower. Is here good with you?"
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak at all as he nervously got off the bed, turning toward the bathroom, and then turning back to the dresser, before turning back to the bathroom again, looking like he couldn't make a decision on whether or not to take clothes with him.
Looking over at me, he let out a little laugh, rolling his eyes. "I'm a mess."
I chuckled, glad we could still be us in the midst of everything, and he disappeared into the bathroom.
When I heard the water start, I looked down at my clothes and decided I didn't want to have to put the two of us through trying to undress, since things were probably going to be awkward enough once he got out here.
I stripped down to my underwear, standing by the bed for far too long, looking at the tight garment, wondering if I should just ditch those too, especially since they weren't exactly hiding anything now that my dick had realized what the hell was going on.
But then, that left the problem of how I should be sitting when he came out of the bathroom. After several attempts, I panicked when I heard the water shut off and jumped on the bed, deciding not to try for sexy and ended up in a position that basically exposed my asshole to the bathroom. I quickly grabbed a pillow and hid my bottom bits just as the door swung open.
Gates froze in the doorway, and I tried to crunch up to look at him between my legs, but that upset my balance and I slid off the side of the bed onto my head on the other side.
I groaned, sitting up and quickly covered my junk as he came running around the side of the bed, looking concerned.
"What are you doing?" he asked, bending down to help me get myself unwadded and off the floor, clearly trying not to laugh.
"Trying to make this the least awkward I can," I grumbled, realizing the irony of the situation I found myself in. "At first I thought I should just lie here like a board, but then that seemed weird, and then I thought maybe I should try to be sexy, since we do actually need to have sex to make this work. And then I thought that might freak you out and make you uncomfortable, so I decided on casual."
"That was casual?" he asked, laughter in his voice as I finally managed to stand and ease myself onto the bed, holding the pillow in front of my dick. "It looked more like you were the one trying to get pregnant."
"I'm going to be an embarrassment to this kid, aren't I?" I grumbled, flopping down on the bed like a child, almost forgetting to hold the pillow in place, so I didn't flash him the goods before he was ready to use them.
Chuckling, he slid onto the bed next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. "Never," he whispered, letting his hand trail up and down my chest, his fingers gently tangling in my chest hair.
"See," I whispered, my skin buzzing beneath his fingers. "This is easy. I could do this all night."
This wasn't exactly normal for us, since he rarely ran around the house in nothing but a towel and the feel of his skin against mine was foreign but exquisite, but the position was familiar. His fingers dancing over my skin was new, but nothing about it felt awkward.
"Okay," he whispered, his head tilting up on my shoulder so he could look at me. "For the next… however long it takes, just pretend I'm an omega you actually want to have sex with."
I actually let out a huff of laugher at that because pretend? I definitely didn't have to pretend. "Right," I whispered back. "I can do that. I can definitely do that."
I turned slowly, facing him completely, my hand coming up to cup the side of his face. His eyes were wide as he looked up at me, and I smiled softly as I lowered my mouth to his. He was stiff at first, but when our lips pressed together, he let out a small gasp, and I wondered if he felt the spark that flared between us.
I took advantage, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on the juicy flesh I'd been dreaming about tasting since I met him. He was every bit as delicious as I'd expected him to be, and I moaned, unable to keep the noise from leaving me.
He'd told me to treat him like an omega I wanted to have sex with. Well, he was the omega I wanted to have sex with, so that made it all easy. The fact that he'd given me permission to basically do everything to him that I'd always wanted to do with him, made the fact that I was going to thoroughly enjoy every bit of it easy too.
I found his hip with my hand, pulling him to me, wanting to feel his entire body pressed to mine as I tilted my head and delved my tongue into his mouth, but I was reminded of the fluffy resistance between us when instead of terrycloth and a hard body, I found myself grinding against the fucking pillow that had saved my ass… literally.
I pulled back, surprised to see
the lust burning in his brown eyes as I watched, and smiled apologetically down into his gorgeous face.
I eased him onto his back, reaching down for the pillow and tossing it across the room as I rose onto my knees, cringing slightly when it hit the sliding door to the closet, making it swing precariously on the track. When I turned back to look down at him, he didn't even seem to notice the door. His eyes were far too busy moving over my body, wide and almost manic as they tried desperately to see as much as they could at once.
His breathing was erratic and I could see the quick beating of his pulse at his neck as well as the evidence of his arousal pushing against his towel. His hands were gripping the sheet next to his hips. His beautiful body quivered with how tightly he was wound, and I was desperate to get that towel off him, so I could see every inch of him.
I'd never in my life been as turned on, or as flattered at seeing someone else turned on by me as I was in that moment, looking down at this man, seeing the lust written on his face and in the minute movements of his body.
I bit my lip as I reached for the knot of his towel. We both gasped at the same time when my knuckle brushed low on his stomach, and once again, his muscles quivered. I swallowed hard as I released the knot, slowly opening the flaps of his towel and revealing his gorgeous body to me.
"You're fucking perfect," I said on a choked whisper, aware, but not really caring about the fact that I probably shouldn't have said that out loud, since stuff like that was going to make it hard once we tried going back to normal.
I was revealing too much as I worshiped every inch of him with my eyes, but who knew how many moments I was going to get like this one.
He blinked up at me in surprise, probably not expecting me to get so fucking sappy. After a long drawn-out moment, where he searched my face like he was waiting for me to take the compliment back or something, his mouth ticked up in a shy smile and he reached for me, leaning up to wrap his arms around my shoulders and pull me down into a searing kiss that had our entire bodies pressing together deliciously.
"Fuck," I whimpered against his lips when our dicks notched together, the velvety feel of his moving against mine like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"Oh, God," he yelped, his body arching and rolling against mine. "I can't believe this is fucking real."
Those were my thoughts exactly, but I didn't know he felt the same, and I hadn't expected him to be all that vocal about it.
"It's real. It's so fucking real I'm going to blow if we don't stop."
He nodded, and I took his mouth again, while pulling my hips back, slowly easing my knees between his. He spread his legs easily for me, pulling them up. I didn't know if he considered it part of the deal or not, but I was dying to see everything he had for me, so I eased back, tilting my head so I could see his pretty hole, already slick with his need.
I groaned, knowing I should just ease him open with my fingers and get down to business, but I'd already crossed so many lines already, what was one more?
Gripping his ankle, I met his gaze, easing it across my body before gripping his hips and flipping him on to his stomach, making his gasp. His back automatically arched as he looked at me over his shoulder, making his body look like a fucking offering as it exposed his hole and the pretty pink of his balls as they rested against the mattress between his legs.
I eased down the bed and between his legs again, reaching up to grip his ass cheeks, growling slightly at how they overflowed my hands. "Damn, Gates, you have a fucking beautiful ass."
I heard his gasp, but I didn't even bother to look up at his face and see how he'd reacted to that. I needed my mouth on his hole. I needed to ease him open with my tongue and eat his ass until he was soft and ready for me.
He gasped again when I leaned forward over him, licking a long stripe up his crack, my eyes closing in ecstasy and a deep, vibrating moan leaving my chest at the taste of his juices.
"Holy fuck," I whispered to the heavens. "I've never tasted anything so sweet. I'm going to bottle this flavor and keep it all for myself."
He whimpered, and I glanced up at his face, loving how hard he was straining to look back at me, how beautifully he presented his ass, and made the muscles in his back work. I kept eye contact with him as I did it again, before pressing my tongue to his hole, rolling it over the puckered flesh, and slowly massaging it open.
His entire body quivered as he writhed against my mouth. The more he moved, the more turned on I got. He was beautiful, and when he worked his knees up under him, opening to me completely, I couldn't take anymore.
Pulling back, I gripped him again, flipping him and just barely dodging his foot when it flew by my head. I leaned over him, press my mouth to his, wanting to share his delicious taste with him, let him know what his flavor and mine were like when they were mixed as I positioned my thighs under him on either side of his ass, and pressed the leaking tip of my dick to his equally leaking hole.
I pressed inside, and we both groaned as I slid all the way in. His body was hot and tight, and I twitched and shook as I tried to keep myself under control, not wanting to go too soon, or hurt him by not giving him time to adjust.
"Fuck, Gates," I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. "You feel better than I thought you would."
"Yes," he whined, wiggling. "So good, fuck it feels so good. I want to do this all day."
I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him up into my lap. "Unfortunately, baby, I don't think I'm going to make it the next thirty seconds, but we can always try again later. We don't want to miss a chance to make this baby."
His eyes were shiny with lust, and I took his parted lips with mine, dipping inside as I lifted him, and then jerked him right back down to me. He practically screamed into my mouth, and I set the rhythm as he gripped my shoulders, clawing at my skin and attacking my mouth with his, dipping his tongue in deep like he was enjoying the taste and wanted to take as much of it as he could.
He gasped and moaned into my mouth and I grunted and groaned into his as we moved, and in not nearly enough time, since like him, I wanted to do this all day, I felt my balls pull tight, and my dick start to swell, telling me I didn't have much longer before my knot made it to where we couldn’t move at all. I reached between us, intent on making sure he came first. My hand had barely wrapped around his dick when he threw his head back and shot, covering my hand and the minimal space between us in the sweetest-smelling cum.
I groaned again and my breath stuttered out of me as the muscles of his ass convulsed around my dick, milking me completely, just as my knot filled and took hold, making it impossible to move without hurting us both.
When my body became too weak to hold us up any longer, I tipped over sideways on the bed, taking him with me, and doing my best to land on my back so I didn't smash his leg with my hip. Shudders worked through my body and into his, or maybe it was the other way around since we were both shaking.
I knew it was revealing, but I pulled him to me, burying my face in his neck and taking long, deep breaths of his intoxicating scent.
"So," I said, when I could catch my breath. "How often should we do that."
"All the time," he said breathlessly, and I smirked against his neck, pulling back to blink at him.
"What?" I asked, trying not to laugh with giddiness at the blissed-out expression on his face, and trying not to get a big head because I'd put it there.
He opened his eyes in a shot, giving me a worried look. "I mean until I get pregnant. We should probably do that all the time until I get pregnant."
"Right." I nodded, licking my lips. "Maybe we should do it again when my knot goes down. Just to make sure."
He nodded back, his eyes wide with excitement. "Definitely. Just to make sure."
***
My body was already primed, my dick ready as usual when it came to Gates. We'd been going at it like rabbits almost every spare moment we had for nearly a week, which I didn't think was actually how you were supposed to do
it when you were trying to get pregnant, because of sperm count and all that shit, but I couldn't keep my hands off him, and I had a perfectly logical reason to stop everything we were doing and bend him over the fucking couch in the living room at any given moment. We were trying to make a baby.
I glanced down at the screen of my phone, pursing my lips. I'd texted him over five minutes before. My grandma's house wasn't that damn big. I was just about to send another text when the door to the guest room creaked open, and Gates poked his head inside.
"What are you––" I snatched his arm, pushed him against the wall, and dropped to my knees, already going at his pants in a fumbling attempt to get them open. "Oh, fuck."
"I've been watching you all day," I growled, ripping his pants open and pressing my face to his crotch, knowing without a doubt that I was once again crossing a line, but unable to control the urge. "And all I could think about is that this might be our window. We should definitely use it."
Which was ridiculous since I had every intention of gobbling his dick, and that damn sure couldn't get him pregnant, but that was a problem for later.
"You've been thinking about knocking me up all day?" he asked, biting his lower lip as I took him deep into my mouth, humming around his delicious dick, my eyes rolling back in my head as his pre-cum coated the back of my throat.
"Mmm hmm."
Neither of us mentioned anything about the fact that I'd swallowed everything he had to offer, and me spilling untouched against the hardwood floor wasn't in any way going to get us any closer to our goal of knocking him up as we repositioned our clothes quickly, laughing and stopping to kiss every few seconds.
My grandmother gave us a knowing look, but everyone else seemed to focus on the fighting going on between the two sisters, so we slipped back to the table fairly unscathed.
***
"The supply closet?" Gates demanded, sounding nervous and excited as the door shut behind him.