by Aria Grace
I’m surprised by the question but quickly realize he’s referring to how we met in the first place. “Of course.” I smile and pray my body doesn’t betray me again. “I trust you completely.”
11
Jude
Holy shit!
I’ve never been trapped in a room with an omega in heat before, and I can see how dangerous it would be for someone like Andy to be alone in a time like this. It’s bad enough that he has an intoxicating odor wafting off his body, but the spikes of his arousal are killing me. They aren’t constant, but a few times, they got bad enough that he excused himself to the restroom to deal with it.
Thank god!
Because I was gripping the edge of the desk just to keep from lunging at him. I might have cracked it or him if he’d stayed in the room any longer. And then that fuckwad Xander had to show up. I know it wasn’t cool to take away Andy’s choice when it came to a ride home, but I don’t trust that guy. I could see in his eyes that he was not going to leave Andy untouched.
Although, now that we’re walking down the stairwell together, I’m not sure I’ll be able to either. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to stay five steps behind him when I really want to be inside him.
When we get to his car, Andy hesitates at the passenger door, contemplating his next move.
“Everything okay? Are you in pain or anything?” Andy gives me a half grin. “No, I’m not exactly in pain. I’m just wondering if I should go to a hotel or something…”
“Why?” I stay near the hood of his car, forcing some distance between us. “You don’t want to go home?”
“I can, but I don’t want to make my brother uncomfortable.” Andy looks embarrassed again but I’m happy he’s being honest with me. “It’s not like he would do anything, but mated or not, I don’t think he’ll be able to relax in his own house until this is over.”
Before I can talk myself out of it, I blurt out the words I absolutely should not be saying. “Do you want to stay with me?”
Andy barely considers it before nodding emphatically. “Yes, please.”
I almost ask him to repeat himself when he agrees. But I have the wherewithal to keep it cool. “Okay, well, are you okay to drive or do you want me to?”
He bites his lip then takes a deep breath. “I’ll follow you.”
“Okay.” I point to my truck on the other side of the lot. “The white Tacoma is me. I’ll go get it and be back in a minute.”
I wait for Andy to get inside his SUV and lock the doors before I jog across the lot and hop in my truck. He pulls out behind me and follows me all the way to my house. When I get home, I open the garage door and pull to the far left, waving Andy in to park beside me. He parks behind my car, just outside of the garage and gets out. With a small twinge of disappointment, I get out and head inside, closing the garage door behind me.
Andy walks in behind me with his phone pressed to his ear. I can hear one side of his conversation and smile as I imagine what the other person is saying to him.
“It’s fine, Freddie. I promise.” He holds up one finger to indicate he needs a minute.
I open the side door to my kitchen and leave it open while he stands just outside.
“I’ll call later tonight and tomorrow morning. And you have the address so if Ethan freaks, tell him to come by. But, it’s not necessary. I’m fine.”
Something inside my belly flutters and my grin grows at the level of trust Andy has in me after just a few weeks. Especially considering what he thought of me the last time he was in my house.
He steps inside a minute later. “Sorry about that. My brother-in-law is a little paranoid.”
“Don’t apologize. He should be.” I pull a bottle of water from the fridge and offer it to Andy.
A moment of fear flashes in his eyes as he reaches for the bottle. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, not me.” I smile and guide Andy into the living room. “I’ll never hurt you…or anyone…but it’s smart to be paranoid about alphas when you’re in heat.”
As soon as the word is out of my mouth, the reason Andy’s in my home comes to the forefront of my mind and seems to do the same to him. “Oh.”
“So, um…” I look down the hall at my bedroom, all thoughts of hanging out and watching TV gone. “Do you want to camp out in my room? There’s a TV in there and you’ll have as much privacy as you want.”
He nods and crosses his ankles as another burst of arousal floods the air between us. “Yeah, maybe a shower would help.”
“Of course. Let me get you something more comfortable to change into.” I grab a few towels from the hall closet and dig around in my dresser for some clothes he can wear while I wash his.
“Thank you, Jude.” He looks at my eyes for a second before ducking his head. “I can’t believe this is happening but I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.”
“Of course.” I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower tap to warm up the water. “If you toss your clothes out in the hall, I’ll wash them so you have something to wear home.”
Andy’s cheeks turn red as he nods. “Okay.”
“Hey.” I reach for him, slipping my finger beneath his chin and brushing my thumb across his warm skin. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. As cheesy as it sounds, you have a special gift that you should be proud of. I for one will be envious of whoever you choose to share that with.”
Andy’s eyes roll up as he steps back and into the bathroom. I don’t take my eyes off him as the door closes and I’m left staring at the door.
After gathering a few changes of clothes for the next day or two, I notice a pile of clothes outside the bathroom door. The scent of Andy’s arousal is even stronger now that his clothes are in my arms. I dump my clothes on a side table and carry his to the laundry room off the kitchen. After checking to make sure Andy’s button-down shirt is washing machine safe, I toss it and his khaki’s inside. But when I separate his boxers from the pants, the delicious aroma almost drops me to my knees. As wrong as I know it is, I can’t resist pressing the moist fabric to my face and inhaling deeply.
I’ve never smelled anything I’ve more. My dick is rock-hard and leaking in my own boxers. Fuck, it’s too hard. My dick and pretending to not be affected by Andy’s heat. If I have any hope of surviving the next few days, I need to take care of myself. Quick.
The shower is still running, so I unzip my jeans and wrap the cool fabric around my dick, thrusting into it as if the wetness was produced for my pleasure. And it sorta was. Every burst of slick his body produced was while he was talking to me, including this most recent batch from when I mentioned going in to my room. Fucking my hand has never been so satisfying. And when I roll the wet boxers over my head, my balls can’t contain the pressure anymore and they shoot right into his boxers, mixing my come with his natural lube. The old pipes above my head knock once, indicating the shower has turned off. My knot is swollen but not as big as it gets when I’m with a partner so as much I hate to do it, I force my thick cock back into my jeans and zip up. After taking one more solid whiff of the soiled boxers, I toss them in the washer and start it up.
Hopefully, that’s enough relief to not make Andy uncomfortable until I can rub out another load.
12
Andy
The hot water feels good, but my skin is already so heated that I’m sweating by the time I turn off the faucet. And I feel just as dirty as when I got in. I scrubbed my ass and dick, hoping to mask some of the musky scent with Jude’s body wash, but the clean scent just reminds me of Jude, and that brings on a whole new bout of arousal. It’s a never-ending cycle. And having never experienced anything like this before, I’m not sure what to do.
After quickly drying off, I slip into the loose pajama bottoms and T-shirt Jude gave me. The pants fit better than I’d expect and I know they can’t be his. An unpleasant feeling passes through my gut as I realize they probably belong to an ex…or maybe not even an ex. Maybe just a hookup
. Although, hookups don’t usually travel with plaid PJs.
I’m suddenly exhausted and just want to lie down. I run the towel over my hair a few times then step out into the hallway. Jude isn’t around so I decide to take him up on his earlier offer and make myself at home in his bedroom. The comforter has been turned down so I consider that invitation enough and climb between the sheets. His big bed is just the right combination of soft and supportive but the best part is how it smells.
God, it smells amazing.
Just like Jude.
Shit, I’m wet again and a cold sweat covers my body. I’ve heard heat symptoms can be miserable, mimicking the flu and getting progressively worse until the biological need is met or the cycle eventually passes. But the fastest way to force it to pass is to fulfill the need. And god, the need is high. I’ve never been so horny or desperate in my life. With each passing second, my mind becomes more and more focused on the possibility of sex.
Real sex.
Consensual sex.
With Jude.
A shooting pain in my belly wakes me up and I cry out, not sure what’s happening. Curling in a ball helps relieve some of the pressure but it’s still there. What’s happening to me?
“Andy?” It takes me a second to realize Jude is rushing toward me. That’s when I remember where I am. And that I’m in his bed. “Are you okay?”
I try to smile at him to reassure him that I’m okay, but I’m not. So I’m sure whatever is happening on my face looks more like a strained wince than anything remotely reassuring. “It just hurts.”
“Like pain?” Jude’s wide palm lands across my forehead. “Is that normal? Maybe you need to see a doctor.”
“It’s normal.” I take a deep breath and shift my weight so I don’t look as uncomfortable as I actually am. “It’s never happened to be but I think working so closely with you has thrown my body into overdrive or something. That could be why the suppressants failed this time.”
“God, Andy.” Jude steps back and runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea that would happen.”
“Me neither.” My breathing is shallow so I feel a little dizzy, especially since Jude has retreated from my side. “That’s just a theory, but it makes sense.”
“Is there anything we can do?” Jude is pacing the length of his small room and I can feel the tension rolling off him with each pass by the foot of the bed. “Maybe your doctor can prescribe something stronger.”
I shake my head. “It’s too late. Once it’s this bad, there’s nothing to do but wait it out.”
“How long do you have to suffer like this?” Jude looks ready to pull his own hair out, at a loss for a way to be useful in this situation.
“Probably not more than forty-eight hours. I think that’s usually the worst-case scenario in an unfulfilled heat.” Another pain shoots up my spine and I arch my back as if that’ll stop movement before it lands in a nerve receptacle.
“God, Andy, what can I do?” Jude kneels in front of me, his hands clasped on the mattress as if praying for an answer.
Even though it’s completely inappropriate, I can’t pass up the chance to ask for what I want. Who knows if I’ll ever have a chance like this again? Besides, he asked first. “You can help me fulfill it.”
Jude’s eyes lock on mine and the primal need I’m feeling is reflected back within those blue orbs. “How do I do that?”
“Never mind.” I inch my knees closer to my chest, needing to force some kind of relief from the cramping in my belly. “I’ll be okay.”
“Andy.” Jude’s voice is strong and solid, not at all as nervous as he seemed just moments ago. “Tell me what that means.”
I can’t resist him if I wanted to. Which I don’t. “Well, if I actually take a knot, the symptoms should go away. At least, that’s what I’ve read.”
Jude’s jaw is clenched and I can’t tell if he’s angry or excited or confused…or disgusted. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable, during the worst moment of my life. I wouldn’t blame him for being completely disgusted by the mere suggestion of knotting me. “Has that helped you in the past?”
“I’ve never had a real heat before.” I try to take shallow breaths, wondering if that might help. If nothing else, maybe I’ll pass out from lack of oxygen and that might give me a few moments of relief.
“What about when you’ve had sex in the past?” Jude’s eyes are studying my face but I don’t know what he’s looking for. “Other than in the obvious way, do you feel relief afterward?”
“I already told you I didn’t have experience like that. Except for…you know.” I roll onto my back and turn to face the back wall, unable to hold his gaze any longer. Maybe he wants to watch my reactions, but I definitely don’t want to watch his. Seeing judgment or pity on his face would crush me, especially right now.
“You’re not saying you’re a virgin, right?” Jude’s voice is louder now and the disbelief is evident. But there’s something else in there too.
I bark out a pathetic laugh. “Well, I was until that night you found me.”
13
Jude
“You’re a virgin?” I can’t wrap my head around that. Andy is beautiful and funny and outgoing and smart. How can he be a virgin?
“Are you making fun of me?” His eyes are wet, and I quickly realize his question is serious.
“Of course not.” I sit beside him on the bed and run my fingertips over his arm.
Andy goes still at first, but after a few seconds, he relaxes and turns into my touch.
“I’m just surprised…and confused.”
Andy looks right at me, almost as confused as I am. “What’s so hard to understand? I was tired of being afraid of sex, so I went to that club hoping to get it over with.” He shakes his head and a single tear rolls down his cheek. “It’s not exactly what I was expecting, but I guess I got what I wished for.”
I brush thumb across his cheek, wiping away his tear. “Why did you wish for that? You’re sexy and fun. I’m sure there are plenty of guys at school who are interested in you. Why were you determined to get it over with?”
Andy purses his lips together, and I know he’s fighting back his emotion. Despite his efforts, more tears fall. “Because I’m a big baby. Every time I was with a guy who was interested, I’d panic and leave. I figured if I did it with a stranger, then it would be less scary when I was with someone I actually liked.”
Well, I guess that’s one way to approach it. I run my fingers through Andy’s hair, and a visible shiver shakes his whole body. I feel it travel from my fingertips all the way to my balls. I shouldn’t be here with him right now. But I definitely can’t leave him when he’s upset like this.
Andy jerks away from me, curling up into a ball and crying out in pain. “God, how do people survive this?”
Putting aside any pretense of propriety, I pull Andy into my lap and just hold him. He burrows his face into my neck and inhales deeply, kind of the same way I’m doing with my nose buried in his hair.
He smells so good.
Not just because of his heat pheromones but because his natural scent is so…perfect.
As if that thought triggers a physical reaction, my hard cock twitches beneath him. Andy moans, digging his ass farther into my lap as if trying to seek out my length even through the cloth barriers separating us.
He turns against my chest, gripping my shirt with both of his hands in a silent plea.
“Will my knot help you?” I whisper, almost afraid of what his answer will be.
“Yes. God yes.” Andy’s nose tickles my throat as he brushes back and forth across it. “I need you so bad.”
A guttural moan escapes my throat, and I wrap my arms around him even tighter. “I want you, Andy. Fuck, I want you so bad.” I close my eyes and try to focus on the right thing to do, versus what both of our bodies are begging for. “But this is your first time. Are you sure you want it to be with me?”
“It’s not my first
anymore. That asshole ruined that.” More tears escape Andy’s eyes as he rests his cheek in the crook of my neck. “It should’ve been you. I wish it would’ve been you. If there were any way I could go back in time and give you my virginity, I would do it.” He takes a deep breath and shudders in my arms. “But I’ll understand if you’re not interested in touching me after...that happened.”
I gently lift Andy up so I can look him right in the eyes. “That was not your fault and you definitely didn’t take a knot. He had time for maybe one of two thrusts before I got in there so as far as I’m concerned, you’re still a virgin. And I would be honored to be the man you choose to relieve your heat.”
He hiccups and a small smile replaces the frown he’s been wearing since he woke up. “Really? You want me?”
I pull him back against my chest then tilt my hips so my extremely hard and full dick is pressed into him. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in that club. I just wish I would have taken you then. But now that I know you and you know me, it means so much more. So, yes, can I make love to you, Andy?”
His fingers dig into my chest as he moans out. His sounds are less tortured now and more anticipatory.
I stand up and lay him across my bed. With his eyes locked to me, I lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the ground. Andy’s cock is standing straight up in the loose pajamas he’s wearing, and the sight makes me even more desperate to touch him. I can’t believe this is happening but I know without a doubt that he wants this. That makes it a lot easier to unbutton my jeans and slip them down my legs. When my long cock bounces against my belly, Andy cries out and slides his hand into his pants to grip his own length.
Standing fully nude in front of him, I wait for him to offer himself to me. “Take them off, baby. I want to see you.”