“My goal is to make you come and to swallow it all before working you up again and taking you completely, but that never happens.”
I could hear the smirk in his voice and grunted in reply.
“It never happens because just picturing you with your cock in my mouth, and me readying you for my cock has me blowing my load every single time.”
Holy shit. This man was going to be the death of me.
28
Wyatt
I just watched Oliver as he let the hot water cascade over his body, his eyes closed, his cock refusing to deflate. With his heat ramping up, I bet I could go down on him right now and make him blow his load in five minutes or less, even having just come. I was tempted, but Oliver was right. My head was a little clearer now, though I couldn’t say by much.
I pushed off the wall and pulled back the shower curtain to grab a washcloth off the rack. Oliver’s eyes stayed closed as I poured some shower gel onto the cloth and then knelt at his feet. His eyes popped open as I started at his ankles, washing him, tugging his leg up to wash the bottom of his feet, then traveling upward.
“You don’t have to,” Oliver said softly.
“I want to,” I said. “I promised you I’d take care of you.” Soon enough he'd come to realize I meant in every way, not just in bed, not just during his heat.
His eyes stayed firmly fixed on me as I moved all the way up, focusing to not pay more attention to his ass and groin than I did his knees, but it was hard. When I reached his head, I switched to shampoo, and relished in the feel of his hair in my fingers, of the soft, satisfied moans as I massaged his scalp. When I finished rinsing him off, I turned off the shower and wrapped him in a towel.
"But you—" he protested.
"This isn't about me," I said. "And if we're going to talk, we probably don't have much longer until the next wave hits." Besides the fact that I'd just be getting all sweaty again soon. I looked forward to it.
I toweled off and then wrapped the towel around my waist, figuring the slim barrier was better than nothing at reminding me that we were supposed to be discussing things. We'd both pushed for this conversation at some point in the evening, but the pheromones kept getting us sidetracked. With Oliver freshly washed and on the downside of a wave, the stale pheromones in his room still urged me to take him, but they were easier to resist now.
He seemed a little dazed as I sat him at the head of the bed and retreated to the foot.
"Where do you want to start?"
Oliver pursed his lips as if thinking, and it was hard not to lurch across the bed and capture those perfect pink lips. "You've never been with a man."
"Are you worried I won't know how to handle myself if you're too far gone to give instructions?" I couldn't help but tease him.
"Damn it, Wyatt, I'm being serious. Doesn't it—I don't know—bother you?"
I sighed, but kept myself from scooting closer. We'd be right back to square boning if I did that. "It doesn't."
"But why not?"
Oliver looked like he was going to tear himself to pieces in frustration.
"Why does it matter so much to you?" I asked.
He stood and started pacing, leaving the towel behind him on the bed. It was distracting, but his words were too important, he was too important, to let myself be pulled away for too long.
"I don't want you to regret this. Kissing is one thing. Sex, especially heat sex, is another completely. Especially with me. I'm not asking you to commit to forever, but it has to at least be a possibility, and I don't know if you're ready for that. It's clear you love Chloe. Don't you want more children? I can't give you that. And what if you decide you're not attracted to men? What if this is just an experiment? I can't handle that. And what if—"
I couldn't let him continue winding himself up any longer. I jumped to my feet, captured him in my arms and shut his mouth with a kiss. When I felt him surrender, his lips dancing with mine, I pulled away. "I won't regret this. I want you. If you were a genderless furry frog, I'd still want you, as long as you kept that kind heart and giving soul. It would be nice if you could keep that hot mouth, but I could learn to kiss frog lips if I needed to. As for children, that's certainly a ways off, but I have thought about it. I'm not dismissing your concerns, but I think everything you're worried about is something we can address. It's not the end of the world. If we want children, we will have children. There are many ways that don't require either of our bodies being capable of carrying one. I would never have moved forward with anything with you if you were an experiment. I care too much about you. You're not a toy. You're not just a childbearing vessel. You're Oliver, and that's all I want."
He leaned his head against my chest, and I felt a couple cool drops hit my burning skin.
"Do you believe me?"
"Yes," he whispered.
It would probably be a while before his battered heart and mind agreed fully on that, but I didn't mind. Life was a work in progress.
"Why don't you curl up in bed?" I suggested. "I'm going to go make you a quick snack, and then we're just going to cuddle and watch TV." I didn't have to say, "until your heat crests again." That was a given.
He nodded and I pulled back the covers for him, and as soon as I had made us a couple of quick quesadillas in the microwave, joined him in bed. We ate, then I tucked him against my side and we put on an old spaghetti western. It didn't matter what it was, we just needed something to pretend to focus on while we waited. While Oliver thought about and accepted that this was where I wanted to be. At any point, I could choose to bow out, escape the house. But I wouldn't. I stroked a hand up and down the bare skin of his side. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
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Oliver
I snuggled deep into Wyatt, basking in his scent, awed by his—his everything. He was kind, caring, and didn’t make this heat all about him. Shit, he cooked me quesadillas my favorite way, even though I knew he preferred them grilled and actually quesadilla-like. How did I get so lucky?
“Thank you.”
“For what?” He turned the television down, probably expecting something much more than I was going to be able to give him by way of explanation, especially now that my heat was starting to crest again. I was surprised it stayed at bay this long, especially since all we had done was take care of ourselves, even if it was the hottest fucking thing ever. Those suppressants must’ve done more damage than I knew last heat.
“For being you. Taking care of me for me, and not, you know…” My voice waned. We both knew where I was going with it, so no use getting wordy. Not when I was only minutes away from incoherency.
“No need for thanks. I want to be here. With you. In whatever way you need.” He grasped my hand as he spoke. He was aroused, his cock didn’t lie, but his words weren’t about that. He meant them, or at least he thought he did. No, he did. I needed to stop putting my old alpha between us. Wyatt was nothing like him. Nothing.
“It’s starting to get bad,” I confessed, my eyes closed. It was nothing to be embarrassed about. All omegas had heats, but for some reason talking about it had me blushing.
“I know.” Wyatt trailed his fingers up and down my abs. “Sweetie, I can smell it coming off you in waves.” I hissed as his fingers made their way back up, this time even going further until he tweaked my nipples. God, that felt amazing. “I want to help. What do you want? What do you need?”
What a loaded question. What did I need? I needed his knot. I needed to come. I needed him to love me, the way I was quickly realizing I loved him. I needed to be everything to him, even if I was broken. There was so much I needed, but he didn’t want to know all of that. He wanted to know how to get me through my heat.
“I need to come,” I panted as his hand trailed back down, lower than it had before. It was all I could do to not thrust my cock into his hand. “I need your knot.”
“I read up on this and from what I read…” He grabbed my aching cock, stroking it slowly, my mind not eve
n registering his words. “I need to make sure you’re good…and…ready.”
“What are you doing?” I asked as he scootched down the bed. Holy shit, he was going to use his mouth on me. My cock miraculously got even harder. I could pound freaking nails with it.
“Are you saying my internet research is wrong?” He looked up as he climbed between my legs, his breath hitting my entrance.
“But your….your…your…” Words. Words were not forming, the heat in his eyes stealing every last brain cell I had. He had never looked hotter or sounded as needy as he did at that moment.
“About to make you come in my mouth as I ready your body for my knot.”
“If you keep talking like that, it won’t take long.” Truth be told, I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t come already.
“Gotcha.” His tongue swept across his lips before swirling around the head of my cock, licking the precum with a hum. “No more talking. Straight to the sucking.”
“That’s not what I—” Before the sentence came out, he all but swallowed me whole. “Ahh, yes that. Do that,” I begged as he worked me with his mouth. I was coming before his first finger even made its way inside my needy hole. Holy crap. I thought Wyatt’s gift was saving animals. I was wrong. It was giving head. I had never come that quickly, not even during heat.
“More,” I pleaded as he removed his finger. I didn’t want this to be over. It couldn’t be over. Not yet.
“You look so mesmerizing when you come,” he praised me as he slowly moved his finger in and out, in and out. It was official. He was going to kill me. “It was all I could do not to come myself and that would be bad.”
“Bad how?” Coming was so good. I needed to come. Again. Now. His words made no sense.
“Unlike you, I am not in heat and if I come too soon…”
Not in heat. I needed to keep my brain. Of course it was different for him. I’d never had anyone with me during my heat who was in it for more than just himself. Well, himself and the baby he was trying to make. I owed it to Wyatt to remember that, even when the heat got bad. He deserved it. He deserved everything.
“I’ll have to wait to knot you and I want that more than anything right now.”
“Me too.” My erection was already returning. Even with heat, that was fast reaction time. I blamed the sexy man between my legs. “Knot me. Please.”
“In due time. I need to get you ready first.” He added a second finger. I whimpered in a mixture of relief and longing. “I’m ready.” I arched myself into his hand. “So ready.”
“I think you almost are,” he agreed as he added a third finger, his movements becoming quicker showing his need. “I want to watch you come our first time.”
“Yes,” I panted as he climbed up, his cock aligning with, but not yet breaching, my hole. He leaned in close and I was sure he was going to kiss me, but instead he brought his lips close to my ear. “You have no idea how long I have dreamed about this.” His lips found mine just as he began to enter me.
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Wyatt
Oliver’s fevered hands clutched at my arms as his hole enveloped me in a burning embrace. I felt momentarily lightheaded as even more blood rushed south and Oliver gasped.
“I swear I just felt you get harder. Fuck, Wyatt. Give me more!”
I smiled. It felt amazing to finally let go of all our restraints, for me to focus on just giving Oliver exactly what he needed. I continued my slow slide in. His tight, hot channel felt better than I had ever imagined. I knew heat and pheromones were driving us in the moment, but we had been able to talk beforehand, to clear the air and expectations before we let lose our inhibitions. Whatever strings that might have held us to the ground were cut loose, and I was floating in an Oliver-induced high, a reciprocal circle of pleasure giving and receiving. Every gasp, every twitch, every moan curled the desire in me even tighter.
Finally, I was fully seated in Oliver. He twisted, trying to get me to move. My knot bulged slightly, ready to be let loose.
“Wyatt…” His voice was breathy, like he’d nearly forgotten how to speak.
I took the moment to caress his cock and balls, which were already high and tight against his skin. I doubt Oliver had experienced this with his last asshole alpha, but my favorite part about heat was the multiple orgasms an omega could experience with the right stimulation.
I was going to make sure Oliver didn’t go another day without knowing what that felt like.
I started thrusting slowly. Oliver seemed to have finally lost the power of speech and was moaning, gasping, clutching at the sheets. I braced myself on one hand, but the other stroked his cock. In time with my thrusts at first, but then I sped up my hand while keeping my hips at the same slow speed. It took a lot of concentration, but that was good. If I wasn’t fully focused on making Oliver come, I was going to blow my load too soon.
“Shi—Wy—fuuuuu—“
I loved this Oliver. This glowing, fevered, unfettered Oliver. I loved every facet of Oliver, I realized with a shock, and the thought tightened my grip and I sped up my hand.
“No!” Oliver protested. “Knot—“
His body jerked as he shot cum across his chest, over my hand. I slowed my strokes back down as the pulses ceased, but kept up the slow, steady thrust of my hips.
Oliver squirmed beneath me, some function returning to his brain as the heat abated slightly with his orgasm. “I’m too sensitive, Wyatt.”
“No, you’re not,” I said, bringing his hand up to mine to kiss his fingers. “You’re just the right sensitive. Trust me. But if you want me to stop…?”
There was a moment of conflict on Oliver’s face, then he said, “Don’t stop.”
With his permission, I sped up my thrusts and his squirms of discomfort turned into thrusts of need. He was quickly lost in sensation again, his words disappearing. Now that he had come once, I let myself sink fully into the sensation. He was tighter than anything I’d ever experienced. And while my celibate years might have made the experience more… everything… my alpha instincts to take care of my omega held me back from losing it too soon.
I thrust as hard as I could into Oliver, as fast as I could. I was grateful the neighbor’s houses were far enough away they couldn’t hear his continually moan, punctuated by shouts of ecstasy. I felt my balls draw up tight as my vision began to white out on me, and then I was exploding into him. With one final thrust, I pushed my knot inside and I head Oliver follow me, his voice cut off in a sudden muteness, his panting breath the only sound he was capable of making as his body seized around me.
I carefully collapsed beside him after pulling one leg around my hips so I could spoon him. His chest heaved under my arms, but I wasn’t finished with him yet. My knot was locked inside him, and a deep sense of satisfaction filled my every nerve. Once I had my breath mostly back, I started thrusting slowly again, pulling my knot against his hole, stretching him, then pushing forward to rub against his prostate.
“Wyatt! Wyatt, what are you doing?” he gasped.
“Making you come again,” I promised.
“I can’t,” he nearly cried. “I’ve never come twice that fast before. I can’t come a third!”
“You can and will,” I said, moving my hand to a pert nipple and giving it a small pinch.
Each squirm did Oliver no good if he was trying to escape the sensations I was providing him. He was unintentionally fucking himself on my knot. Even though I knew I couldn’t come again that quickly, it felt amazing, and I met him movement for movement.
I pulled back and really stretched his hole, tweaking his nipple again.
“Come now,” I said.
As if he’d been waiting for my words, he did, barely any cum escaping his cock, but his body seizing even harder around my knot than it had before. And then he collapsed, practically blacked out.
I chuckled and tucked the blankets around us. I knew from experience that so many orgasms right in a row, and of such intensity, would give him a longer tim
e before the next wave of heat hit. He should be able to get some sleep between waves.
In the moment, my entire focus had been on Wyatt, but now that we had a moment of rest, my mind drifted to Jen. I knew what would help Wyatt because of my time with Jen. The sense of loss I felt whenever I thought of her didn’t feel as bad with Wyatt wrapped in my arms. He wasn’t a replacement, not at all. They were absolutely nothing alike. But I think Jen would have approved of him. She certainly would have approved of how he loved on Chloe, and how he made me feel whole for the first time since we found out she had cancer.
I settled back into the pillows, feeling content inside and out. I let myself drift off to sleep. I would need rest as well to handle the rest of this heat.
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Oliver
I woke, the sun barely flowing through the cracks in the curtains. It was early. Wyatt’s arm was still wrapped around me, his front wrapped around my back. I snuggled in, basking in the feeling. This was everything. Being here, with Wyatt all snuggly and warm, his cock pressed against my ass.
Wait, that wasn’t right. I played through the events of yesterday in my head. It couldn’t be morning and I couldn’t be here all content. Too much time had passed from when Wyatt had filled me with his glorious knot and now. I should have been a needy, weeping mess long before now, not happy and snuggly. Sure, I had some morning wood, but it was different. I wanted Wyatt the way I was always going to want Wyatt. I didn’t have the uncontrollable need and fervor I should be feeling.
“Morning.” Wyatt kissed the back of my neck, his voice crackling with sleep. “Why are you so tense? You don’t smell like your heat is ramping up again, not that I would be opposed if it was.” He pushed his lower half against me as proof.
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