Heaven's Ballroom

by Aiden Bates

  But the longer I lay there, willing the erection to go down, the longer I realized that it was one battle there was no way in hell I was going to win. And when I held my breath, only to hear a moan escape Anders’ lips from down the hall…

  It was like something clicked inside me. Something primal, aggressive. Some kind of Alpha brain chemistry that even my fucked-up wiring couldn’t deny. I hadn’t forgotten that kiss we’d shared. Hadn’t forgotten the way his fingers had brushed against mine when he handed me that beer earlier. The way he’d flirted with me, winking and moving his hips oh-so-perfectly in those tight sweatpants of his.

  I wanted him, and I knew it. Had known it from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Had been fighting that wanting ever since. And in my post-nightmare, desperate fucking daze, all it took to make me finally act on it was that one little moan to send me trudging down the hall and bursting through his door.

  I took a step forward, watching him watch me come to him. His lips were softly open, fallen into an unremovable oh of awe as I pulled down my boxers, sending my cock springing up so hard it bounced off the firm ripples of my abs.

  “Your mouth,” I grunted, my voice so low and rough I almost didn’t recognize it. “Can I have your mouth?”

  “Yes,” Anders answered immediately, his tongue slicking across his lips eagerly. “Let me give it to you.”

  He moved just like I imagined he would. Dancers—they had a grace about them that I couldn’t ever dream to match. His body was almost feline, prowling towards me as he rolled over onto his hands and knees, crawling across the mattress in a way that made my balls clench. His tongue danced out from between his lips, licking at me tentatively. Like he was half-afraid of me, half-terrified by the look in my eyes when I came into his room and too hungry for me to care.

  Good. I felt just the same. I was too hungry for him too.

  I hissed, my lips curling back to bare my teeth as his licks became more confident, lapping up and down my shaft and lubricating me with his saliva. If there was anything to say about the moment, we were both too exhausted, too lost in each other to put it to words. In the morning, I decided, there’d be time to talk this over. To decide whether this was good or bad. Right or wrong.

  In the moment, there was only my cock and Anders’ hot, greedy tongue. His need and mine. My body and his.

  “Fuck,” I swore, the words bursting aggressively from my lips as his tongue swirled around the tip of me. My hand reached up instinctively, taking a fistful of his hair and pulling his mouth down onto my dick with a forcefulness that made him gasp in surprise.

  His eyes flashed up toward me, that half-fear sparkling in the blues of his irises again. Immediately, I relaxed. Released his hair and remembered myself. I might’ve been a wild fucking animal in how bad I wanted him, but I didn’t need to act like one. Didn’t want to hurt him—not now. Not ever.

  Instead, I let my touch turn to a caress as he took my tip between his lips, his tongue licking at my precum as it smeared its way across the soft wetness within. I ran my hand down the silken waves of his hair, admiring the way the dark blond glinted with gold in the low glimmer of the streetlights coming in from the window. The light tan of his skin, the muscles of his back rippling as he shifted himself to swallow up more of me from his position on the bed. My palm smoothed down his spine as Anders gulped me down to the base of my cock, swallowing to massage me with his throat as he took all of me. Every inch.

  This time, when I hissed, it wasn’t with aggression. It was with awe.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed, my body rocking forward involuntarily in pleasure.

  His only response was a low hum that sent a shiver crashing through my entire nervous system, flushing out whatever adrenaline had been left and replacing it with something warmer. More fluid. Less sharp. More pressing and urgent and real.

  I breathed in a deep breath, all too aware of how quickly he was going to make me come if he kept at it like this. It had been too long since I’d been with an Omega. Too long since I’d been close to anyone, anyone at all. I’d kept my guard up all these years, keeping my demons bottled up and under wraps until I could wrestle with them on my own every night. Keeping every other living soul at arm’s length. For their own safety. For mine.

  But Anders—I didn’t want so much as a breath between Anders’ body and mine. An arm’s length would’ve fucking killed me. Just having his mouth wrapped around my dick like this nearly did me in anyway. I didn’t want some casual suck, all take and no give. I needed him beneath me, pinned between my muscles and the mattress. My cock so deep in him I couldn’t focus on anything but how fucking good I knew he’d feel. My balls pressed so tight against his, I couldn’t even remember my own name—only his.

  “Your ass,” I gasped, every breath leaving me more and more aware of how wet he was getting while he sucked at my dick. I could smell his heat, the sweetness of his honey, so delicious and desirable that it nearly made my knees go out every time I breathed in. “I want your ass, Anders.”

  He drew back, slurping softly as my cock exited his mouth with a gentle little pop!

  “Take it then,” he urged me, eyes glinting blue without so much as a flash of fear in them. Not anymore.

  He turned to me as I moved onto the mattress with him, the springs creaking beneath our weight. I ran my hand down his back again as I positioned myself behind him, clenching my jaw just to stop myself from plunging into him immediately, all at once, then and there. Instead, I dipped my mouth down to his ass cheeks, kissing one, then the other, then scraping my teeth against the taut muscle in something just short of a bite.

  “Oh, God,” he whimpered. “Fuck, Blake—please—”

  But I wasn’t ready to take him then. Not just yet. If I had, I had no doubt I would have fucked him to the point of unconsciousness. Probably sent myself there too. Instead, I moved my lips to the valley of his ass, pulling the cheeks apart to bare his hole to me. It was already glistening with pearly wetness, the telltale sign of an Omega who was just as eager to be fucked as I was to take him.

  “Fuck. You’re fucking swimming in it, aren’t you?”

  “Want you,” he panted as I let a hot, humid breath roll across his hole.

  I stuck my tongue out, happy to oblige. His ass was slippery with need, so wet that it only took one confident push to nestle my tongue inside him. The taste was nothing short of perfection—hot and sweet. Far too rich for the likes of a roughneck like me—and unsurprisingly, I was too deep in my own need of him to give a damn.

  I fucked him with my tongue, gently at first but then slowly, harder. Faster. More urgently, showing him exactly how I’d be using his ass with my cock as soon as I was good and satisfied that he couldn’t possibly get any wetter. Every thrust left him whimpering, cooing and moaning as his tight hole clenched around me like a vice—and when I finally pulled away, he shuddered in my absence as I drew a sharp, intense breath.

  “Blake, fuck. Please!”

  “I know, sweetheart,” I grunted, taking my cock in my fist and pumping it twice in preparation before pressing it against his soaked, eager hole. “You need it bad. I know.”

  His ass gave a little more resistance to the tip of my cock than it did to my tongue—but in all fairness, my cock head was made to stretch him out a hell of a lot more than my tongue ever could. His wetness was flowing so warm now, it felt like pale fire as his ass swallowed up my tip, then the first inch of me, then another—icy hot heat wrapped around me so tight that I was in danger of exploding inside him before I even sank myself to my hilt.

  But then Anders begged, “More, Blake. Please. More—” and I didn’t know how to deny him what we both so clearly needed.

  I gave myself over to him inch by inch, holding myself back whether it was by his hips or with the short, sharp little thrusts that I knew would get us both to where we needed to be. As my balls bounced against his, painfully tense and so heavy with cum that they ached, I felt my cock slip that
final inch into him, stretching his ass around me all the way down to my base.

  “Oh, fuck, Blake,” Anders moaned, bucking his ass back against me to press me in deeper still. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good—that’s so fucking good—”

  And then I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I curled my fingers tight around his hips, digging into the perfect muscle I found there and pulling him back onto me in long, hard strokes until I was practically jerking myself off with his ass. My balls tightened even more, my cock bulging up the shaft as I felt my cum rushing up, up through the engorged, sensitive tip and into Anders’ ass, another volcanic burst gushing out of me and flooding him with every stroke.

  “Oh, fuck,” Anders swore, arching as he felt himself being filled by my seed.

  “Oh, fuck,” I swore back at him—not because of how good he felt wrapped around me, because he did—but because it was only then that I realized I hadn’t worn a condom. Hadn’t even thought about it.

  Up until that point, a condom hadn’t even crossed my fucking mind.

  10

  Anders

  “It’s fine,” I reassured Blake for what felt like the hundredth time. It wasn’t like I was counting or anything, but the number of times I’d said so while I lay there in his arms was probably at least in the dozens now. “Blake, I swear. You have nothing to worry about.”

  But Blake only shook his head, holding me a little tighter against his chest. With my ear pressed to his pec, I could hear his heart pounding away, just as loud and hard as my own pulse had been racing with Blake’s cock buried inside me only moments before.

  “I wasn’t thinking,” Blake grunted. “Wasn’t in my right mind.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I teased, trying to lift his spirits by running my fingertips down his torso, tickling against his skin. “You seemed to be happy enough with your decision at the time.”

  “It’s not like that, Anders,” Blake reassured me. “Course it’s not. Course I wanted you. But without a condom…fuck. Wasn’t safe.”

  “You keep me safe enough, I think.” I sighed, all too aware of the fact that for once, I wasn’t afraid of my stalker breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my chest—and it was all thanks to Blake.

  “Not if I’m coming inside you with no condom on, I’m not. Could’ve gotten you pregnant, for one thing.” Blake shook his head again. “All this stalker shit going on, the last thing you need is a baby to worry about on top of it.”

  I smirked, wondering if I should tell him or not. Admittedly, it seemed cruel not to spill the beans—but at the same time, he was kind of cute when he was all grumpy and self-loathing like this. I didn’t want Blake to feel bad…but I also couldn’t help myself when it came to teasing the big, blond Alpha who’d just rocked my world in a way that was long overdue.

  “I don’t know…maybe a baby would be fun,” I said, grinning coy as my fingers worked their way down to the Adonis-esque V that his muscles cut into his pelvis. “Tiny little shoes, cute little pajamas, my hair, your eyes…”

  Blake snorted, sitting up slightly so he could look down at me in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

  I shrugged, sensing that my little joke was going to wear thin pretty quick. “I don’t know. Maybe someday. But for right now, you don’t have to worry.” I held up my bicep for him and took his hand in mine, guiding his fingers to a tight little lump between my muscle and skin. “See? Feel that?”

  Blake’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Feels like some kind of shrapnel. I’ve got some of the same buried in my left ass cheek.”

  “Fascinating,” I cooed. “I’ll have to go looking for that later. But fortunately, no—it’s just a birth control implant.”

  “Thought you’d have to take a pill or something,” Blake said, still looking wary.

  “Like I would be able to remember to take a pill every day.” I rolled my eyes and moved my hand back to his abs. “I’m a reformed slut, remember? One of my sugar daddies from back in the day took me to the doctor and had them put it in. Didn’t want any more bastards running around, I guess.” I laughed at the memory of Harry, whose libido had only been matched by the depths of his bank account and his fear of knocking his latest boy toy up again. “So, I’m going to say it one more time—it’s fine.”

  “Still,” Blake grumbled, sinking a little deeper into the bed again. “I should’ve been more careful.”

  “Well, if it bothers you that much, you can be next time. But if I’m being totally honest…”

  “Yeah?”

  My smile bloomed across my face, still tinged with post-orgasmic daze. “I kind of liked feeling you come inside me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone at all, and the way your cock swelled up just before you blew your load…Mm.”

  “Liked that, huh?” I felt Blake relax slightly as a laugh rumbled through his chest. “Felt good to be inside you, too. The last time I…”

  “The last time you what?” I asked, my ears pricking with interest. “Fucked an Omega?”

  “It’s not a good story,” Blake said dismissively. “Don’t you just want to lay here for a while and bask in the orgasm glow?”

  “No,” I said, grinning as I sat up to look down at Blake. I could still feel his cum between my ass cheeks as I criss-crossed my legs beneath me, sticky and warm. “You know how I feel about gossip, Blake. I know the makings of a good story when I hear one. Tell me. You’ve gotta.”

  Blake groaned, then drew in a deep breath of surrender. “That nightmare you woke me up from the other night. Remember that?”

  I touched my fingertips to my throat fondly. “How could I forget?”

  Blake sighed. “It’s like that a lot. Have the same one almost every night.”

  “Even tonight?” I asked, suddenly able to place the intensity of Blake’s energy when he’d pushed his way into my room just before we’d fallen into bed together.

  “Yeah. Woke up wanting to kill something…”

  “And so you settled for la petite mort instead?” I joked, recalling a particularly naughty French lesson from my former life in the ballet.

  “English, Anders,” Blake pleaded, groaning again.

  “It’s French for the little death. Euphemism. For…well, for what you just did inside me with no condom on,” I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.

  “Very clever.” He reached up, catching my tongue between and pulling me down by it so he could kiss my lips. “But yeah. Not so far off, really.”

  “So you had a bad dream, got angry, got horny and came in here to take me in a manly fashion?” I nipped at his lower lip, pulling it away with me as I drew back again. “I don’t see how that’s a problem.”

  “That’s never the problem. Better than nearly killing you because you woke me up out of said nightmare, right?” Blake asked dryly. “But when things slide more angry than horny…”

  “Ah,” I said, my voice soft. I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, smoothing it back across his scalp. “Makes sharing a bed a dangerous thing, I guess.”

  “My last boyfriend would agree with you on that one.” Blake blinked up at me, his gaze suddenly wistful and serious. “Said I scared him. Made him feel unsafe. Didn’t feel comfortable sleeping next to me anymore. Can’t really blame him there.”

  “And there’s no way around that?” I asked, genuinely curious—and not just because sleeping next to Blake was entirely how I wanted to spend the rest of my night. As much as I was yearning to curl up next to him and close my eyes, feel his body pressed up against me until the sun came up again, my motivations weren’t entirely selfish. I knew how hard it must have been for Blake to not have that control over himself when he was scared and panicking, at his most vulnerable. I’d felt similarly every night I’d heard some drunk banging around out in the alleyway outside my window and woken up in a cold sweat, certain that my stalker was going to break in at any moment. “I guess you’
ve probably tried support groups.”

  “Support groups. Psychotherapy. Cognitive behavioral therapy. Hell, even hypnotherapy.” Blake reached up to run his thumb across my cheek. “Not a lick of which actually worked, mind you.”

  I caught his hand, pressing it a little firmer to the side of my face. “Can I tell you something, Blake?”

  “Sure. Of course.”

  “Nightmares or no…these last couple of nights have left me feeling safer than I’ve felt in years. Because of you. Entirely because you were here with me,” I revealed, fully aware of what that might have meant to him—an Omega feeling safer with Blake at his side instead of terrified. “Especially because I know how competent you could be at throwing down anyone who might come in here creeping around.”

  “Yeah, well…Thanks, Anders. That’s…that’s reassuring. Really.” He grunted softly as he pushed himself up off my pillows, letting his hand slip away from mine. “But no one’s going to be creeping around in your place now. Not now that we’ve got everything on lockdown. Doors and windows secured and all.”

  I smirked. “Not now that you’re here to protect me, you mean.”

  “Out on the couch, sure. But for obvious reasons…” Blake ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it standing up in all directions as he scanned the floor for his boxers. “We both know it’s not a good idea for me to be sleeping in here with you. The second I go down again, I’ll be right back in the middle of Nightmare Syria—and there’s no telling what I might do to you if I wake up in a panic again. You remember last time.”

  I ran my fingers across my throat again as the memory of Blake’s fist around my windpipe hit me once more. “I understand. I do. But…” I sighed, my gaze lingering on him even as he picked himself up out of the bed. “Can I ask for something anyway?”