The Weather Outside: A Holiday MM Mpreg Romance

by Harper B. Cole

  Corey sucks the tip of my head into his mouth, mimicking my blowjob with his own lips. His mouth is amazing on my cock as he bobs up and down, sucking in my hole shaft before slowly pulling back. Power surges through my body as my balls draw up, nearing my own release.

  But Corey stops, pulling me to a standing position before kissing me again. “I’m sorry… I was almost ready.”

  He just shakes his head. “No, my little omega. I know you deserve more than a blowjob.” His mischievous grin sends a chill through me as he moves us back to one of the sofas and leans me back. I reach for his abs again to steady myself while walking backward, and my hand encounters his huge dick, just as hard and throbbing as it was before he came minutes ago.

  Corey plants himself on the couch between my legs, before completely laying me back. My head rests against the side cushion as he leans in and kisses me tenderly again with his soft, supple lips. He glides his body against mine, my cock rubbing against his stomach and pleading to release onto them. When he shifts down and then begins to glide up again, his cock rubs against my ass, causing electricity to burst through me.

  I arch my back, aware of his cock pressing through my cheeks. With my natural lubrication coating his cock, it slides easily between my ass before he pulls back again. This time, he pushes forward with purpose, his cock pressing for only a moment against the ring of muscle separating the two of us. Then he’s inside me.

  “Fuck!” I moan, gasping for breath as he splits me open. Even with the lubrication, his large cock is more than I’m used to having inside me. He pulls back, then pushes forward again, this time going even deeper into me.

  “God, damn!” I scream out again, my hands reaching out and grasping his back. The intensity of his cock inside me is nearly an unbearable pleasure that I never want to stop. I rake my hands down his back, causing Corey to growl as he sits up.

  The movement makes him sink into me even deeper, and my eyes flutter back in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Corey grabs my legs at my ankles and pulls them up and apart, spreading my legs wide and opening me up even more for him.

  His thrusts become purposeful, each pushing deep inside of me and rubbing every possible pleasure point I could have. I don’t know if I’m going literally to split open as he fucks me, but at this point I don’t care. All I want is for him to keep fucking me. I run a hand down his chest, scratching across his pecks as he pushes into me again.

  Corey tilts his head backward and thrusts again, growling and moaning as his cock invades my ass. His body is coated with a slick sweat, which I gather as my hand glides down his chest. Using the moisture, I grasp my cock firmly and begin pulling, tugging at my hardened cock. He pushes in again, almost violently as he tries to bury himself even deeper inside.

  I’d never felt anything like it, but the primal need we both share to fuck our brains out is exactly what is happening. Corey thrust and thrusts, pulling back and pushing forward until I think I’m unable to take anymore. The tightness forming in my stomach is almost ready for release as it moves from my core to my balls and up my shaft. The tingling sensation telling me I’m ready to blow a load comes fast, and I can only moan in relief as the first ribbon of cream jets from me and splashes against my chest.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Corey cries out, moving faster inside of me until he throws his head back and practically howls. Even having just come, his load is hot and forceful as he empties into me. My body continues releasing wave after wave of pleasure that empties across my body.

  Then the most amazing sensation grips me tightly and sends a second, more primal wave coursing through me. Corey’s knot expands in my ass, effectively locking the two of us together temporarily. The enlargement stretches my insides, causing his cock to hit an area previously unreachable with his normal, hard shaft. It’s like he pressed a new button that multiplies my orgasm by ten. I begin to convulse beneath him, my cock bringing forth more come.

  “Yeah, baby. Ride the wave.” Corey knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and his cocky grin as I look up at him is one of the sexiest things I’ve seen. A minute later, my body settles. The two of us are still locked together, so Corey gently moves my legs and swivels me so that he can lay behind me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tightly against his chest.

  And just like that, the rough sex and primal needs converge into a sweet alpha holding an omega. Laying there with him, an odd feeling overtakes me. Something that I haven’t experienced in years. And although I’m not sure how to explain it, I’m almost certain it’s not a bad thing.

  I begin to drift to sleep as Corey holds me in his firm grasp. His body is amazing and warm, so I burrow into the crook of his arms and let sleep overtake me.

  11

  Corey

  I move carefully, trying my best not to wake the sweet omega lying next to me. It’s not that I’m trying to get away, since I’m happy to stay next to him all night… But as the fire’s glow begins to dim, I need to stoke it and refresh the wood that has become embers resting at the bottom. Somehow, I manage to slip from behind Brayden and get up from the couch without waking him. The room is still warm, but a chill in the air lets me know that I woke up just in time before the fire went out.

  Grabbing several logs, I toss them onto the grate. After using the poker to stir the embers, a spark takes hold and sets the wood ablaze again. Before returning to my sleeping omega, I head to the kitchen for a drink of water. Even though we’ve been sleeping without one, I also head upstairs to my room and grab the comforter from the bed, then carry it back downstairs.

  Brayden is still sleeping when I walk back into the den. His dirty-blond hair is matted across his forehead. I can’t believe how foolish I’d been for assuming his alpha left him. Of course the man didn’t go by choice, how could anyone leave the sweet omega sleeping in front of me. I mean, the guy is perfect and definitely someone that I wish I could be with.

  But one night of pleasure doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to be with me, right? Besides, could a long-distance relationship last? I’m almost three hours away, which isn’t improbable. With technology and video chat, we could see each other every day. And maybe we could swap weekends visiting each other.

  For a few moments, I let myself believe that we could be happy. That I could somehow make Brayden mine. But the reality of our situation takes hold. It wouldn’t be fair for me to ask him to save himself for me while I’m off living in the city, only able to have the occasional visit and living our relationship via text.

  And the passion Brayden has for living here tells me he loves it here. I couldn’t ask him to come live with me; hell, we just met. And as far as I know, this was just some booty call…a good fuck and excellent knot that fixed his craving until the next alpha comes around.

  But all these realizations don’t keep me from getting back onto the sofa with him, lying beside his frame and pulling the blanket over us. If all I can get with him is this weekend, then I’ll take it. After all, something tells me that I won’t have the opportunity to get with an omega like him very often, and I’m determined to make the most out of every minute I have with him.

  I quickly fall into a deep slumber, dreams cascading across my mind like a slideshow of a life I’ve always wanted but can never have. Pictures of me and Brayden swimming in the lake behind his house in the summer, followed by a jump to winter and having a snowball fight in the front yard with two little ones giggling at our feet. Family dinners with our kids as they grow up in the house dedicated to Alex’s memory. My gratefulness of Alex letting me step in and take care of the man that I know he never wanted to leave behind.

  Sunshine penetrates my eyelids the next morning, where I find myself sleeping alone on the couch. A fire is still burning in the fireplace, letting me know that Brayden must have added some wood to the stack. I stretch my arms before throwing the covers back, my exposed skin experiencing the air from outside the covers.

  “God, I could definitely get used to seeing that every morni
ng.” Brayden’s voice carries from the entrance as he walks into the room. He’s dressed again, but the bulge in his pants tells me he’s ready for round two if I am.

  “Yeah?” I ask, standing and purposefully stretching and flexing my muscles. My dick hardens, coming to attention as he walks closer to me.

  “Yeah,” he says, walking up to me and kissing my lips. I’m practically butter in this omega’s hands as I allow him to deepen the kiss. “The power is still off, but there could be some hot water left in the tank if we want to shower really quick?”

  “We?”

  “Yeah…” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the foyer. “Care to join me?”

  I nod and follow him up the stairs where he opens the door to his room and pulls me toward his private bathroom. The room has obviously been modernized, since a large, glass-enclosed shower sits at the back wall, which is not typical for a home of this age. Brown tile covers the floor and walls behind the glass. Brayden opens the door and turns on the water before facing me and stripping himself of his clothing.

  Despite the fact that I took command last night, something tells me that he can hold his own when it comes to controlling his partner. And I’m happy to let him do it. Brayden runs a hand beneath the flow, verifying the temperature is correct before grabbing my hand again and walking us inside. The water is still warm as we walk beneath the large showerhead. The water coats us as he lifts his chin and kisses me again.

  While his hands explore my body, I deepen the kiss, forcing his lips apart and licking inside his mouth. I massage his tongue with my own, wanting to taste him deeply. Brayden’s hand lands on my cock, which he begins to tug underneath the flow. Then he pushes me back so that I’m leaning against the back wall and sinks to the ground. Just like the night before and in my fantasy, Brayden sucks my cock, coaxing my hardness to give him another taste of my seed.

  He bobs up and down on my shaft for several minutes before I place a hand on the back of his head and push further into him. My cock fills his throat completely, filling me with exuberance of fucking his mouth. He pulls back, gagging slightly and gasping for breath before plunging down again and trying to take more of my length.

  His mouth feels amazing, and I know I won’t be able to hold out for long. I glance down, noticing him playing with his hard shaft. “Do you want to drink my come, little omega?”

  Brayden looks up at me and a smile reaches his eyes. He nods ever so slightly before plunging down again, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking my dick with renewed passion. He strokes his own cock more forcefully as he bobs up and down on my shaft.

  The eruption is quick as I empty into him, each throb of my cock releasing another burst of my seed into his mouth. His cock begins its release, coating the shower floor tile with a milky cream. He stands as my orgasm completes, a mixture of saliva and come dripping from his lips…just the way I’m learning to love it.

  I pull him into me, taking his lips in mine and allowing him to share the seed that he’s nursed from my cock. Both of us came none too soon as the water begins to lose its warmth, we quickly shower off before it runs completely cold before getting dressed for the day.

  Sometime around noon, the power is restored to the house, coming on as quickly as it cut off. When his phone rings, he smiles as he answers. “Hey, Rachel.” He listens intently, and a small frown covers his face. “Yeah. That’s good news. I’m sure Corey is ready to get on the road and back home.” His eyes meet mine, and the smile returns, only this time I know it isn’t genuine. “Yeah. I’ll call you later. Bye.”

  “What’s up?”

  “My sister-in-law and her husband live about ten miles closer to town. She said they just saw the trucks come by to clear the road. You’ll be able to go home.”

  “I see.” I can’t help feeling a little disappointed myself. But without really knowing what this is between the two of us, there isn’t really a reason for me to stay. “I guess I should get packed back up then.”

  “I guess so. Well,” suddenly his tone returns to the professional one he used with me when we met. “I’ll let you get packed. I need to check to make sure everything is still working after the power outage. If you need help with anything, just let me know.”

  “Thanks,” I say. A sudden feeling of helplessness overtakes me. I’m not sure what to say or how to say it. I set my jaw and remember that Brayden isn’t having the same feelings for me that I am for him. He lives here and has an established life…one that doesn’t include me. Turning on my heels, I head to the living room and grab the laptop I’d left from the night before and then head upstairs to get my stuff together. No sense in postponing the inevitable. And as soon as they clear the roads, I can get out of here and try to remember this for what it is. A one-night stand…amazing one-night stand…with a hot little omega who isn’t looking for more than a good fuck.

  Frustration flows through me as I pack my clothes, noting the neatly folded pile that he’d washed for me yesterday. My heart sinks, suspicious that I’m throwing something aside without really thinking about it. But I did think about it, and my life isn’t here. It’s with the job I’ve worked so hard for, and I’m too close to give up on what I’ve worked my entire adult life to achieve.

  Just because I find Brayden attractive and think that there could be something between us, I don’t need to take the risk of giving up on my dreams just to see what could be with him…right? Despite my better judgement, I ignore the niggling at the back of my mind. The one that tells me I should talk to Brayden. See how he feels. But I’m too bull headed to do it.

  And the only reason I was stuck here this weekend was to get things ready for Misty… The boss who has all but said I’m getting the promotion I’m after. Deciding not to think about it anymore, I toss the folded clothes into my bag and hush the small voice inside that tells me I’m making a mistake.

  12

  Brayden

  “I don’t know what happened.” I’m practically crying into the receiver, bawling my heart out to Rachel after Corey says goodbye. The city crew were nice enough to come down my drive and clear a path since Jimmy happened to mention to them that I had guests this weekend. Not that Jimmy could have known that it was only the one guest who I wish was still captive in my home so that he could capture me in his arms.

  “He just left? You didn’t make plans to talk later or see each other? He doesn’t live that far away, you know. You could easily take a trip to see him.”

  “He just said goodbye and left. I know it’s silly. We just met two days ago… It’s not like this is some movie where, by chance miracle, I’d find a second love in this lifetime and live happily ever after.”

  “Sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with wishing for the happy ending. And you deserve it. Besides, I heard how happy you were on the phone yesterday, despite your trying to pretend you didn’t like him.”

  I sniffle, trying to clear my sinuses that are now acting crazy. “After last night, I thought he felt it too. But I guess he didn’t. I asked Alex to send me a sign that it was okay… That I wasn’t moving on too quickly, and I guess now I’ve got it, because obviously the connection I thought I had with Corey is only in my head.”

  Rachel chortles into the phone, making me cry even harder. “It’s not funny,” I say. “I thought he could really be the one…”

  “I’m not laughing at that, because I’m sure he is the one.”

  “Yeah, right. The one who ran away.”

  “So, you asked Alex to give you a sign?”

  “Yes.”

  “And when did you ask for this?”

  “The other night after Corey and I went to the bar.” I sniffle again, grabbing the closest paper-towel next to me to wipe my eyes and nose.

  “Then that’s why I’m laughing…”

  “I don’t get it.” I feel stupid and completely mortified that Rachel is seemingly taking joy in my heartache.

  “Really, Brayden? A snowstorm hit out of nowhere causing
you and dreamy alpha to be cooped in a house together, then the power goes out, so you’re forced to stay in the same room and have hot, passionate sex all night? What more of a sign are you looking for? Did you want Alex to write ‘go for it’ on the mirror?” She laughs again. “Sweetie, the sign was handed to you on a silver platter, and it’s just like I said. Alex wants you to be happy, and so do I.”

  “Well, he’s gone now, so it doesn’t matter.”

  “It does matter… Pick up the phone and call him. Tell him how you feel. What’s the worse that happens?”

  “He tells me that he doesn’t feel the same way.”

  “Which means you’ll feel the exact same heartbreak you’re feeling now. If you live in fear of rejection for the rest of your life, you’ll never be happy. Take the chance. If it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work… But at least you’ll never hate yourself for not trying.”

  “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

  “Brayden, you’re one of the strongest men I know. Don’t doubt yourself. Sure, you’ve taken some time to recoup and clear your head after Alex passed away. I know you miss him every day, because I do.” She pauses for a moment and breathes to keep herself from crying. “You can do this. I know you can.”

  “Okay. I’ll try.”

  “That’s all I want you to do. You said you’d be open, so just open your heart and let the chance for love in again.”

  We sit in silence for just a moment before I exhale the breath I’d been holding. “I’m going to call him.”

  “Call…then let me know how it goes. I’m here for you either way.”

  “Thanks… And, Rachel, thanks for kicking my ass.”

  “Someone has to do it,” she says with a laugh.