As if my body knew exactly where to go, the swollen head of my cock fit perfectly against Thad’s hole. When I leaned forward to kiss his full lips, I slid right inside him, quickly breaching his opening and filling his channel with my thick cock.
Thad’s breath hitched as he clutched my forearms, digging his fingers into my muscle as he wiggled his hips to adjust to my intrusion. Thad’s jaw fell open in a soft gasp and his shoulders relaxed against the mattress once I was fully seated inside him.
I held still for a moment, unable to move without shooting my load and blowing my knot way too soon.
Thad opened his eyes and gave me a lazy smile as he moved his hips in a figure eight. “Well, alpha. Show me what you got.”
Game on.
I pulled all the way out and thrust hard, driving an incredible sensation from every nerve ending in my cock. Thad yelped as I nailed his sweet spot over and over again. Once I knew exactly how to hit it, I didn’t let up, pulling out and driving into him in hard and quick strokes that had us both sweating from the excursion within just a few minutes.
My balls were drawing tighter against my body, and I knew Thad was struggling to hold back his climax, so I pulled out halfway, and held there, giving us both a moment to catch our breath. I looked at my jeans on the other side of the room then back at Thad. “You don’t have a condom within reach, do you?”
He bit his lip and shook his head. “Maybe in the bathroom.”
I nodded and started to pull out when Thad wrapped his legs around my hips and locked his ankles, shoving me fully back inside him. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
“I have one in my pocket. I just need to grab it.”
Thad dug his heels into my ass and nudged me even closer to him, so I planted my elbows next to his ears and hovered above his body.
I wasn’t putting any weight on him but my heated body completely enveloped him. “I thought you wanted my knot?”
Thad’s eyes didn’t stray from mine even as he nodded. “I do.”
“Well, then, I need a condom.”
Disappointment filled Thad’s eyes and they became glassy, filling with moisture as he looked away from me. He didn’t say anything else, but his legs relaxed around me and fell back to the mattress, giving me the opportunity to pull out of him if I wanted to.
I didn’t want to.
But I didn’t understand why he didn’t want me to.
Resting my thumb against his jaw, I gently nudged him until he was facing me once again. The redness in his eyes was unacceptable. I didn’t know what I’d done to cause it, but I never wanted to see it again. “Hey, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing.” Thad took a deep breath and closed his eyes, forcing a single drop of moisture to leak out of the corner. He quickly wiped it away and smiled. “I’m just being silly.”
“Why do you say that? What’s silly?”
Thad took a slow breath before opening his eyes and looking right into mine. “The fact that I don’t want you to wear a condom.”
My cock had started to soften when Thad got upset, but it was instantly back and even bigger than before. “Why?”
He just shook his head, still staring at me. “I don’t know. I just feel like…that’s how it should be. I swear, I’m clean. I’ve never gone bare before.”
A one thousand pound weight lifted off my shoulders in relief that I didn’t even know I needed when he confirmed that he wanted to give me something he’d never given to anybody else. I smiled and rubbed his nose with mine. “Me too. I always cover up. No matter what.”
“I understand,” he said softly. “I’m sorry for asking.” Thad tried to turn away from me, but I didn’t let him. I wrapped both palms behind his head and held him steady as I looked straight into his eyes and began thrusting into him once again.
“Have you held a knot before?”
Thad shook his head silently with a bit of fear in his eyes.
“Don’t be frightened by it.” I picked up my pace, angling my hips to press harder into his prostate with each pass. “Just let yourself go when you’re ready. I’ll be right behind you.”
Thad moaned deeply as he dug his fingers into my shoulders and used his body weight to shift even harder against me. “God, Ren.”
Thad’s hands were on me, so I reached between our bodies and wrapped my fist fully around his shaft just in time for him to explode in my hand. I caught as much as I could in my palm and then brought his gift to my mouth to lick up every drop of it.
It was delicious, and his sweet and tangy offering pushed me over the edge, bringing my climax to the surface and forcing me to come deep within his body as my knot locked my cock within him.
Thad moaned again and more come shot out of his dick as he gently tugged against my knot.
“Ren, it’s so much.”
I leaned forward into Thad, kissing him softly and sharing some of his come with him as I settled beside him on the mattress. Thad hiked up his thigh across my hip, so he was comfortable as our bodies remained locked together.
I peppered his lips and jaw with soft kisses as his breathing slowed down and he dozed off across my chest.
“That’s right, little omega. Get some rest. Your alpha will be right here when you wake up.”
16
Thad
I woke up sore in the best of ways and a rush of memories from the night before flooded my brain. Sure, I’d been with an alpha before and a beta and another omega for that matter—I didn’t judge people by their designation, that just wasn’t me. But never in my life had I been knotted, always making sure we were disengaged before that occurred. It had always felt too intimate. But with Ren, I needed it to happen.
There was no logic or reason unto it. It was a raw need to be filled so completely by him. The man was such an interesting blend of math nerd and knight in shining armor and sweet romantic date and dirty talking sex god.
Rolling over to snuggle him, I was met with my bed. No warmth left on the space
told me all I needed to know. He was gone. He’d mentioned he had taken the day off early on in our date, and I’d taken for granted when we got naked that it meant he was spending the night. I’d been such a fool.
I climbed out of bed, padding off to the bathroom to take care of my morning business.
I grabbed some boxer briefs on the way out and was pleasantly surprised to see two shoes at the end of my bed—two shoes that did not belong to me. He was still there—or he stole my shoes.
Nope, mine were there too, right next to yesterday’s clothes which had been folded nicely.
Trying to not run and give away my zeal, I made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room where I saw the most glorious sight. Ren was putting together my bookshelf, or more accurately, he had put it together and was stacking the packing material in a neat pile.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Not that it wasn’t the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.
“It was either that or make you breakfast, and your house is in serious need of groceries.” He strutted over, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. “Besides, I promised to help you last night.”
“Help? This is not helping. This is doing,” I countered. “But thank you. It is very much appreciated.”
“I was happy to do it.”
“I’d offer to make you breakfast, but...you saw the kitchen. You have off today?” I stepped out of his embrace, admiring the work he’d done on the shelf. Unless I’d missed something, he used all the pieces. The man was officially a magician. He hadn’t even woken me up with any cusses, which was pretty much how things went when I attempted such projects.
“I called in, yeah.” I noticed the way he worded his answer. He’d called in sick to spend the morning making my shelf. Not because the office was closed or he wasn’t on the schedule—he called in. This alpha knew how to woo.
“Well, in the town of Mapleville, we can get breakfast at the diner, drive to the outskirt
s of town and get a once-frozen-but-now-heated breakfast sandwich at the convenience store, or if it weren’t Monday, try the new bakery in town.” I was the worst host ever. “Or we could go to the grocery store and buy all the fixings for my world famous omelets—which are really only famous nowhere, but they are delicious.”
“I don’t know about you.” Ren came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he brought his lips to my ear. “But I think we should go to the store, buy enough food for a week, and just stayed holed up here good and naked.”
Damn. That sounded fine to me.
“I have to work tomorrow.” I sighed as I went through my mental file of work favors owed to see if there was any possibility of making Ren’s idea become reality.
“I do too, and this week is insanely busy. For the record though, my idea is very much better than adulting.” He began to nibble on my neck, giving me far better ideas than adulting as well.
I rotated in his arms until we were face to face. Bringing my arms around his neck, I took his lips with mine, needing to taste him with both of our cocks pressing against each other between far too much clothing. Our kiss broke as his stomach growled loud enough that I worried the neighbors heard.
“We should go get food,” I conceded. Not that leaving the house was anything close to what I had been wanting to do.
“I don’t think we should go before we shower.” His point was valid.
“We wouldn’t want to be in the diner or wandering the grocery store all stinky—that’s for sure.” I grabbed his hand, leading the way to my far-too-small-for-two shower. I needed to have that blasted thing upgraded.
“It’s not really big enough for two.” I turned on the water, grabbing towels from the cabinets. “You go first.”
“Hmmm.” He peered behind the curtain of my stall shower. “It is going to be a bit snug.” His shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants, and then his underwear. “You probably want these off first.” His finger ran the length of my boxers just at my belly sent a delicious shiver through my entire being. “Unless you don’t want to? No pressure.”
Sweet sexy alpha.
“Oh, I want to, but I do wish we had more room. I have so many ideas and far too little room.” I kicked off my boxer briefs. If he thought being mushed together in the space was the way to go, who was I to argue?
“Oh, naughty omega, tell me your ideas.” He pushed the curtain open, and I stepped inside with Ren immediately following. It was cramped—personal space not even close to a thing. Yet it was somehow perfect.
“My initial idea was to take you in my mouth.” His eyes hooded at my words and since there was no room to get on my knees and do just that without breaking something or drowning, I did the next best thing and wrapped my hand around his cock. “But as you see, that wouldn’t work.” I gave him one squeeze, knowing that with the water, I would need at least some suds to make the friction not unbearable.
“What else?” He grabbed the shampoo, and for a second, I thought he had read my mind, but instead of putting it on my hand, he twisted me around, after gently removing my hand from his erection, and began to wash my hair.
Sexiest. Fucking. Thing. Ever.
“Ummm, it’s hard to concentrate,” I confessed as I allowed myself to fall back into him, letting his body support mine as he massaged my head.
“Then don’t think. Just let me finish.” He kept working my hair, his erection pressed so firmly against me as mine stuck out, ready for any and all things. “If we had one of those showers like they have in the movies, we’d make love or fuck, whichever struck our fancy, as multiple shower heads kept our bodies warm and with a bench for support and leverage. But I’m fairly sure those only exist in movies.”
It was official—I needed to pick up extra shifts to afford a bathroom makeover.
“I love those little noises you make when you’re so turned on.” He tapped my head, indicating it was time to rinse. I stuck my head under the water.
His stomach growled again, and this time, mine joined in and we both cracked up.
“But since we’re both needing sustenance to continue, and both of us would have a difficult time dressing with these.” He directed me so that we were both standing face to face, our cocks once again brushing against each other before taking both of my hands in his—for it took both of his to reach around the circumference. “I might as well help us out.”
He slowly began to pump our cocks, and any shot at me giving a pithy response was gone as I became lost in the act. Frottage was not something I’d experienced before, and the feeling of his body so close to mine as his cock was nestled into the same warm hands was sensual in a way I never expected. It didn’t take long before we were both coming, our cream flowing as one down the drain.
An omega could get used to this.
“Time to get clean.” Ren grabbed the body wash as I still leaned against the back of the shower stall trying to recover.
“That was…”
“Only the beginning.” He winked at me as he popped the top of the body wash.
Turned out, he wasn’t even close to exaggerating.
17
Ren
I took a sick day on Monday because I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Thad alone. But starting on Tuesday, I had a mandatory workshop to attend that I couldn’t get out of. After one more blissful night of sleeping with Thad in my arms, I had to kiss him goodbye at six am Tuesday morning so I could get home in time to change and head into the office.
Danny was just leaving when I jogged up the stairs to our apartment. “Dude, this guy is sprung.”
“What are you talking about?” I turned and kept jogging backward up the stairs while Danny walked down them backward.
“The flowers. They’re nice and all, but my allergies are killing me. Can you tell him to send chocolate next time?” Danny waved as he rounded the corner on the first floor landing. “Later.”
I had no idea what Danny was talking about until I opened the door to my apartment and was overwhelmed by the smells coming from mixed bouquets lined up on the breakfast bar. “What the fuck…”
Most of the bouquets were in vases, but a dozen roses were in a box with an envelope attached to the front. My name was scribbled across the front of the envelope so I ripped it open to get to the card inside. A white card slipped out of the torn envelope and a smile spread across my face before I fully read the note.
Ren,
Amazing things await us if we’re willing to go for what we want. Stop wasting your time and mine. Follow your heart back to me the way I’ve been following my heart toward you.
Xoxo,
T.H.
At first glance, I assumed it was a message from Thad. But it didn’t make any sense. Why would he think I was wasting his time? And the whole following our hearts thing didn’t jive with what our relationship had been like so far.
And then I noticed the initials. T. H. not T. E.
Who the fuck was T.H.? I wanted to give it some thought, but my thirty minute warning alarm went off and I realized how late I was running. I didn’t have time to worry about flowers or a mysterious admirer. I needed to get my ass in gear and get to work.
The whole week flew by, and I barely had time to eat much less talk to Thad before one of us was passing out on the phone. I’d been able to sneak in quick morning breaks to talk to him before he went to bed each morning, but working on opposite schedules wasn’t easy when we were trying to foster a budding relationship. And that’s what we had. It was still early and fragile, but it was real and worth growing.
When I got off work on Friday evening, I stopped at home only long enough to grab a bag before getting on the road to Mapleville. Thad had slept all day and had the whole weekend off, so I scheduled a dinner drop off of Italian food for seven on Friday night, just about thirty minutes after I expected to get there. After dinner, I had an evening of passionate sex and cuddling planned. Takeout delivery and sex sounded like a cop-out w
hen I said it outloud, but in reality, I was pretty sure Thad would consider it a perfect night just like I did. At least that’s what he called that exact “date” on Monday night when we had it.
I wasn’t always good about coming up with original ideas, but I knew that when you found something that worked, you stuck with it. Especially when it was takeout delivery and sex. Amazing sex.
I arrived at Thad’s at six twenty, a full ten minutes earlier than I expected. My foot might have been a little heavy on the pedal, but I would have gladly paid a speeding ticket if I’d gotten one. I was just so damn excited to see Thad again. It’d been almost a week and that was officially too long.
I ran the bell on Thad’s door but he didn’t answer. When a full minute of silence passed, I looked around a noticed a sticky note peeking out from underneath his doormat. It was a note from Thad telling me that he ran out to get some ice cream and would be back in a few minutes. There was a key taped to the note so I let myself in and made myself comfortable.
I didn’t know how far the ice cream shop was but thirty minutes later, our dinner was delivered and Thad still wasn’t home. I called his cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. I tried not panic when he didn’t answer, but an ominous cloud seemed to be drifting closer and closer to Thad’s house with every second that passed without him home and in my arms.
An hour later, I was about to call the police when Thad called my mobile phone. I picked up the call before the first ring even stopped. “Thad, baby. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Ren.” He didn’t sound fine but he was alive and calling me so I considered that a good thing. “But I was in a little accident. Can you meet me at the hospital? I’m at Mapleville General.”
“The hospital?” My keys were in my hand and I was running out the door before he could even respond. “Are you hurt?”
“Not really.” He choked out a sad laugh and then inhaled to calm himself. “I was driving home when a rented moving truck plowed right into the side of my car. I was lucky that I sped up at the last second so the back seat took the brunt of the damage. But I did get shaken up quite a bit and...well, this is stupid.”
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