by Grey, Aspen
He opened his mouth as I pumped more of my nectar onto him, another rope landed on his outstretched tongue, and more on his beautiful, soft back.
“Gaaah, that’s good!” I growled as I jerked my dick ferociously as my orgasm rolled over me like a freight train barreling down a track. “Fuck!”
I came and came and came some more and when I looked down, I saw a massive mess on Ollie’s beautiful body, evidence of my undeniable lust for him.
“God, I can’t believe I did that,” I told him. I was slightly embarrassed, but Ollie looked more turned on than ever, and I understood why.
He had made me do that—bust early like a teenage boy. He reached back and stroked my balls, then closed his fingers around the base of my cock. A pearl of cum appeared as he squeezed the rest of it out of me and I watched as it fell onto his plump little ass that was shining with his slick.
I was still hard, and Ollie guided the tip of my dick back to his hole, which was open and ready for me now.
“Slowly,” I told him. “I’m sensitive.”
“Oh, I know,” he smiled. “I can take it slow. Until you are ready.”
But that was easier said than done. Despite being insanely sensitive in my post-orgasmic state, all I wanted to do was ram Ollie until he wasn’t able to think straight. Hell, I could barely think straight. It was like an invisible hand was squeezing me tightly and would not let go. The universe had brought us together and I wasn’t able to fight it, even if I wanted to.
But I did as Ollie had asked and penetrated him again slowly. His ass was so warm and wet that I threw my head back like a werewolf howling at the moon and gritted my teeth as I slid back inside.
“How can you be—so big?” he gasped, grasping the bed sheets with both hands as I started to fuck him again. “Fuck, you are such an alpha!”
“That’s right,” I told him as I leaned down and wrapped my teeth gently around the soft skin at the base of his neck. My hands clamped down on his hips and I tugged him back and up so I could get a better angle. Somehow my cock slid even deeper into his ass. I felt his balls against mine and his slick against my thighs and abs. I’d already come once, but was fucking him like we’d only just started.
Warm banana cream…
He smelled like Heaven and felt just as good. I’d told him I’d go slow, but when he started to grind back against me, I couldn’t help myself. I raised myself up off his body and looked down at my cock as it slid out of him. I paused just before the tip came all the way out, then slammed it all the way back in him, causing him to cry out.
“Arthur! Oh, God!”
“Take it,” I growled, repeating the motion and slamming his body down against the mattress, pinning him there beneath me as I continued to fuck him with something akin to anger.
I was angry at just how quickly he’d made me come and look like a high-schooler all over again. I was angry with just how incredible he felt and how out of control he’d made me feel. I was angry at the fact that it had taken me all this time to meet him. I was angry knowing just how much I’d missed out by not being with him until now.
I could feel the spot inside of him, that tight little G-spot that would drive him wild, rubbing against the tip of my cock as I fucked him. Grabbing his left shoulder, I rolled slightly onto my right side, spooning with him. Then I raised my left leg and lifted his, and wrapped my hand around his cock and began to jerk him off as I fucked him.
“Oh, wow, that feels good…” he moaned. I kissed his ear and let my breath wash over him, knowing that he was bathing in my scent as much as I was relishing in his. He reached back and wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. “Fuck me, Arthur. I want to come with you. Are you close again?”
“I am,” I replied.
“I know. I can feel it. Your cock is so hard.”
“So fucking hard.”
I jerked his cock in rhythm with my strokes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations: the feel of his ass flexing against mine as we moved, the slick running from his body to mine, the warm skin of his back and the hardness of his cock in my hand, and I felt myself hurtling towards the edge of my second orgasm.
“I’m close,” I told him.
“Me too!”
Suddenly, I was possessed by a feeling—a feeling of ownership. I wanted to claim him. I wanted to see him beneath me as mine, and although there was no one else to see, I wanted to mark him.
I felt his cock jerk and quickly pulled out of him, yanked him over onto his back and exploded all over his face.
“Ah, take my cum!” I told him as my cock sprayed load after load all over his breathtaking good looks. His body arched up off the bed as he came with me. He groaned and I felt his cum hit my lower back and ass.
“I’m coming too!”
I grabbed him by the hair and brought his lips to the tip of my dick to swallow the last shot of cum I had to give him, then leaned forward on my elbows and pushed all of my length down his throat and left it there as the last small spasms of my orgasm ran through me.
“Ahhhh,” I muttered as my body quivered. I felt Ollie’s arm slow as his own orgasm finished, and his lips relaxed around my shaft as we both came down from our realm of ecstasy. I groaned one more time then withdrew from his mouth and slumped down on the bed beside him. We lay there a long time before he finally spoke.
“Holy fucking shit.”
I burst out laughing, causing him to do the same.
“What?” he giggled.
“Holy fucking shit?” I repeated. “That’s what you say after I fuck you?”
“Seems pretty appropriate to me!”
I turned and looked to see him staring at me, his face alight with that glow you get after sex, and his eyes filled with something more than just simple lust.
More…
“Ollie,” I said slowly, trying to decide the best way to approach the subject that was running around in my mind.
“Yes?” he asked, his eyes wide and innocent like a child’s.
But I couldn’t bring myself to say it. How do you just tell someone that they’re your fated-mate? Just a half an hour ago I was looking to just get a drink and have another normal night after doing my job. Now I was contemplating the rest of my life.
No. I don’t know how to say it. Not yet.
Instead, I got to my feet. “Do you have any paper towels?”
I saw the look in Ollie’s eyes—disappointment—but he motioned to the kitchen counter.
“Over there by the cutting board.”
I crossed the room, which was basically the entire apartment, quickly and retrieved the paper towels. I tore off a couple of sheets and walked back over to the bed. Ollie was lying there on his back looking as sexy as ever, his hair all a mess and his face covered with my cum.
“Close your eyes,” I told him gently as I knelt down beside him. He did, and I used one sheet of paper towels to wipe him clean. But as it turned out, I’d blown such an enormous load that one sheet wasn’t enough and I had to use the second to get it all. “There we go. All clean.”
He smiled and I crossed back to the kitchen and used a third sheet to wipe his load from my back and ass, then tossed them all in the trash.
“I’ve never been fucked like that before, Arthur,” he told me as I turned back to face him. It was a great thing to hear, of course, but I could tell there was more to his tone than a simple compliment about my sexual prowess. There was more.
More…
“Arthur…”
“Yes?”
“Can…can I ask you something?”
Chapter Nine
Ollie
The words didn’t want to leave my mouth, but I needed them to. My world had just been rocked, first by his scent and then by his cock. He was an absolute beast in bed and had the biggest cock I’d ever seen and had absolutely covered me in his baby batter, but that wasn’t what I wanted to talk to him about—not now at least. What I wanted to say was far more important.
“What is it, Ollie?” Arthur asked, and I realized I’d been staring dumbly at him for several seconds since I’d asked the question.
“Oh,” I replied. “Uhm…do you—do you believe in fated-mates?”
He didn’t have to respond. I could tell by the look on his face that he not only did, but he also understood what I was getting at. Looking like a statue come to life, he walked over and sat down on the bed beside me.
“Ollie, if you had asked me that question a half an hour ago, I would have said no,” he told me. “But when I smelled you out there…”
“I know, right?!” I blurted out, sitting up to be closer to him. “I was the exact same way! I never would have believed in that kind of shit. But then…”
“But then you smelled me.”
“Exactly!”
We both sat there for a moment, staring at each other like a couple of idiots. Unable to stand it any longer, I collapsed onto his lap and rested my head against his thigh, feeling his cock (which was still quite full) against my cheek. He casually ran his hand through my hair and played with it as though it was something we’d both done a hundred times before. I closed my eyes and inhaled his manly scent and felt the warmth of his body.
“You know I caught my ‘boyfriend’ cheating on me tonight?” he told me.
A pang of jealousy hit my chest when I heard the word “boyfriend,” but the emotion was immediately wiped away by the anger I felt at the mere thought that someone could cheat on someone as beautiful as Arthur.
“What?!” I exclaimed as I sat up and looked at him. There was no pain in his eyes—which made me feel a bit better—instead there was something like amused acceptance, as though this was something he’d seen coming and had already made peace with.
“I guess that’s just how it goes,” he said with a shrug. “In fact, I think it was meant to happen, because if Carlito hadn’t done what he did, I wouldn’t have left the house to get a drink and wouldn’t have run into you.”
“Fated-mates,” I mused softly, leaning my head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and cradled me, resituated our bodies so we could lie down together, then tugged my comforter over us both. “I never would have believed it, but I just know it’s true…you know?”
“I know,” Arthur chuckled.
“Stop it!” I squealed.
“I know,” he repeated, just to tease me. Feeling playful, I bit his chest ever so gently.
“Hey!” he protested, grabbing me by the hair and raising my face to his. I smiled and he kissed me and it was like sparks flying everywhere. I felt my cock stir as he rolled on top of me and pressed his muscular body against mine. Part of me wanted to completely let go and allow myself to be swept away in the incredible tidal wave of emotions swelling over me, but it occurred to me that I knew absolutely nothing about the marvelous man lying next to me, so I pulled away from his embrace and looked up at him.
“What?” he asked.
“We have to play the question game.”
“The question game?”
“That’s right,” I nodded. “I ask you a question. You answer it and then ask me one. We have to learn about each other if we’re going to be mates, don’t you think?”
Arthur’s face changed and he nodded as he realized what I was saying was true, then settled in beside me with his head propped up on one hand.
“Okay,” he replied. “You start.”
Giddy as a schoolboy, I propped myself up in front of him, doing my best to keep my eyes on his and not on his unbelievable muscles.
“What do you do for work?”
“Personal security,” he replied, causing me to drool a little. “Ex-SEAL. You?”
“You were looking at it,” I sighed. “Tend bar. Clean up. Basically be Rusty’s bitch. Where do you live?”
“Pacific Beach,” he replied. “Not far from here, but I want to get a new place. Do you have any siblings?”
“No. You?”
“No. What about your parents?”
“In prison,” I said quickly—better to just put it out there than to mull it over. “Robbing a convenience store when I was seventeen. Rusty let me live here so long as I worked for him. What about your parents?”
“Dad was Marine and killed in Afghanistan,” he replied. My heart sank for him. “Mom lives in La Mesa. Celebrity crush?”
“Don’t have one,” I admitted. “You?”
“I don’t either,” he replied. I got the sense that he was just saying that so I wouldn’t get jealous, though. “Favorite meal?”
It went on like that for a long time as we got to know each other, and I found myself feeling like a kid again as I stared into his eyes, leaned on his chest and snuggled up with him until we finally curled up beneath the blankets and fell asleep. It was like a dream designed for me, a fantasy I’d never even known I’d wanted, and I’d wandered right into it.
Chapter Ten
Sid
It had been the longest night of my life. I’d waited outside the White Swallow until the sun came up, praying that the beautiful omega I’d seen inside would come out and I could sweep him up into my arms and carry him away…or something. Okay, maybe I didn’t have it all planned out and I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I’d smelled my fated-mate, but in the end, I’d had to leave empty-handed. After all, I did have a job and Clyde couldn’t do it all himself.
So, there I was, working a busy line at the taco truck with absolutely no sleep, with visions of my fated-mate running through my mind, replaying the events of last night over and over and over, and wondering if I could have handled things differently.
I’d leapt into action to get that fuckboy off of him, but I hadn’t been thinking about what that was going to do in the long run—get me thrown out of the bar. All I’d known at that point was that I needed to intervene, so that’s what I had done. I didn’t feel bad about breaking that dickface’s jaw (hopefully) but I was more than annoyed with myself for getting kicked out of the bar. If I’d found another way to deal with things…
“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath as I served up three carne asada tacos and a carnitas. It was probably the thirtieth time I’d sworn this morning and Clyde knew better than to say anything about it. He just went about his business, took the orders and handed them to the nice-looking old lady who’d placed the order.
“Thank you so much,” she said sweetly, almost sweetly enough to break me out of my angry state—almost.
Fated-fucking-mates. I can’t believe it!
The guy who owned the taco stand, Garrett, had found his fated-mate. Actually, he’d found two of them, Billy and Tommy, and they all three lived in a happy relationship together and had children. That to me was almost more incredible than the fact that he’d found his fated-mates. A functional three-way relationship? It just didn’t seem possible.
“Two fish, one pork,” Clyde called out to me. I put the orders on the stove and served up the two chicken that I’d just finished.
“Got it,” I replied. “Two fish, one pork. Order up!”
Clyde slipped behind me, grabbed the two chicken and made a move to serve them, but somehow managed to trip over the mat on the truck floor, stumble forward and spilling the entire mess all over himself.
“Ah, ah, hot!” he grimaced as the whole order fell to the floor. I turned around, ready to chew him out, but somehow managed to control myself. I glanced over past the register at the long line of customers waiting to place their orders.
“Take the stove,” I told him. “Clean yourself up. I’ll get the register.”
“I’m sorry, Sid!”
“Don’t worry about it,” I told him as I moved up to the register where a couple of young omegas, fresh out of high school by the looks of them, were waiting to order.
“What’ll it be, boys?”
“Two fish, three chicken,” the obvious leader—a bro wearing shorts with kitten faces all over them—said with a wide smile. “Three
pork and….your number?”
I looked up, startled by the question. I was so surprised that I had to ask him to repeat himself.
“Excuse me?”
His buddies giggled. “Your—your number,” he said again. “You’re hot.”
“How old are you, pal?” I asked, feeling annoyed. Despite the fact that this kid was probably jailbait less than a month ago, it was always flattering to hear this kind of thing, but today—today I was feeling different.
It made absolutely no sense, considering the fact that I hadn’t even really met the gorgeous boy from the White Swallow and didn’t even know his name, but I somehow felt taken by him already, like I was off the market. I mean—wasn’t I? I’d found my fated-mate, so anyone else on this Earth that had their eye on me was simply a waste of my time.
“Old enough to breed,” he smirked, repeating the second half of a particularly disturbing human saying.
“Sorry, bud,” I said, shaking my head. “But the only thing I’m giving out today are tacos. If you want some, I can help you. If not—head for the hills.”
“Come on, Thomas,” one of his friends said, tugging on his sleeve. “This guy’s obviously got morals.”
Thomas was offended. I could see it in his eyes, but he was also too young to stand up to me, so he wisely took the advice of his friend and turned and walked away. The line moved up behind him.
“What can I get you—” I started to say, but something stopped me. Something hit me like a speeding dump truck and tore the words from my mouth and the breath from my lungs. I recognized it instantly: the scent of my fated-mate.
I practically leapt out of the truck window as I craned my neck outside to look for him—the breathtaking omega from the White Swallow. But all I saw were more customers.
“Clyde!” I snapped, racing for the back door of the truck. “You’re on your own for a few!”