by Toby Wise
Chapter Ten
Hayden
One second we’re kissing in our living room for the first time, and the next I’m flat on my back in our bedroom with Matt hovering over me. My body feels alive in a way I’ve never felt before and my heart is thumping almost painfully inside of my chest. I still can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe this is real.
My hands skim over Matt’s stomach and he makes a little noise of pleasure. It encourages me to pull his shirt up and over his head. Oh god. I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from fucking whimpering. He’s so beautiful and he’s here. My hands shake as I touch his chest, playing with his dark chest hair.
Matt leans down, running his nose over my throat and I tilt my head back, giving him better access. The growl he lets out makes my cock throb. I feel like a man possessed, unable to control myself, looking from the outside in. His mouth pants wetly against my skin before he’s lavishing the skin with attention. His teeth, his lips, his tongue. I’m shaking beneath him, my hips rising up off the bed, trying to find some source of friction.
“Matt,” I gasp out as he bites down, right where a mating bite would normally go. My entire body locks up and it’s a miracle I don’t literally come inside my pants. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s nibbling and biting where a mating bite would go! Is this Matt in control, showing me without words what he wants? Or is this his rut driving his instincts haywire?
“Fuck, Hayden.” God. Those words. My entire body feels like I’ve just touched a live wire. “Need you.”
I need him, too. But I bite my lip before the words come flying out. Matt doesn’t need to know what’s going on inside my head. I volunteered to give him a hand, and that’s what I plan on doing.
“Do you wanna get naked?” I ask breathlessly, my hands running up and down Matt’s spine, feeling the way it’s slowly growing damp with sweat.
“Oh fuck, yes. Wanna feel your skin against mine. Wanna smell like you.”
Matt stands up, quickly kicking his jeans and socks off, leaving him in nothing but his tight black boxers. I stare at his groin, his boxers tenting with his erection. The room stinks of our arousal, Matt’s scent growing muskier, deeper with his rut. It makes my mouth water.
As I slide out of my clothes, Matt turns to the closet, digging through his things and letting out a cheer of joy when he finds what he’s looking for. My hand finds my cock, stroking my erection as I wait. Anticipation and nerves threaten to choke me, but I focus on the feel of my hand against my cock, focus on the pleasure I’m feeling.
When Matt turns back, he freezes. “Holy shit,” he gets out, his eyes glued to my cock. Being under his stare makes me shudder, my dicking pearling with precum. Matt licks his lips and I swear I see his pupils dilate as he stares. It’s too much for me. I let out a little whimper and it seems to snap Matt out of his daze. He leaps onto the bed between my thighs, batting my hand away and taking the tip of my cock into his mouth.
“Jesus,” I moan, my head tipping back in pleasure.
“You taste so good,” Matt murmurs, almost more to himself than to me. I look down and my breath catches. He looks like he’s tasting his favorite thing in the entire world. He pulls off with an audible pop, his lips wet with precum and saliva.
I finally notice what he’d been digging in the closet for and I grab it. I turn over onto my stomach before pulling my knees beneath myself. Presenting myself for Matt. I grab my synthetic slick from my bedside drawer, slathering some onto my hand and reaching back, pumping it over Matt’s cock. He moans, thrusting into my hand. As I stroke him, I push the Fleshjack he’d grabbed from his closet between my thighs.
“Fuck me, Matt,” I say, my body breaking out in goosebumps at my words. Oh how I have dreamed of being fucked by Matt, feeling his hot, hard dick in my ass. But not right now. Not like this.
Matt guides his cock into the Fleshjack and I feel his hips connect with my ass. He leans down, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades. Like this, I truly feel like he’s mounting me. One of my hands reaches beneath myself, stroking my cock as I imagine just that.
“Oh god, Hayden,” Matt breathes out against my skin before he’s pulling back. His hands grip my hips tightly as he begins to thrust in and out of the Fleshjack. His moans and groans of pleasure spur me on, my hand a blur as I stroke my dick.
Matt begins to murmur against my skin but it’s slurred and hurried. “Wanted…. Fuck…. So good…. Imagined…… Love….”
“Please, Matt,” I grit out through clenched teeth as lightning races down my spine. I have no idea what I’m asking for but Matt must understand. He pulls away and before I can complain, he’s manhandling me onto my back. The fact that he can do that, can fucking manhandle me with ease, just turns me on further. Fuck. I’m so close to coming, my knot at the base of my dick tingling deliciously, wanting to pop.
“Wanna see you. Need to see you come,” Matt murmurs. His hair is sticking to his forehead and curling at the ends as he sweats, his rut making him warmer than usual. There’s a red flush running down his chest, accentuating his black chest hair.
Matt pulls my thighs open before he’s bringing the Fleshjack down to my cock. I clench my eyes closed as I’m overcome with pleasure. Wet, tightness envelops my dick as he slides the Fleshjack down. Fuck. It feels like an omega’s ass, so fucking good. Then Matt moves his hips, pushing his own cock into the Fleshjack alongside mine.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I whisper as I’m overcome with mind numbing pleasure. Not only am I cocooned in wet heat, but now I can feel Matt’s dick slide over my own. Fuck! My balls draw up tight against my body as my orgasm rushes towards me.
Matt continues to move his hips as he chases his pleasure. Our knots begin to expand and they bump into each other, rubbing deliciously together. I’m so close.
My head tilts back against my pillows and Matt uses the opportunity to lavish my throat with more attention. The bruise he’d started on before grows as he bites down against it. The feel of his sharp canines against my most sensitive and guarded area is enough to throw me over the edge. My knot pops fully and pleasure washes over me, whiting out my vision.
“Matt!” I cry out as I come, filling the Fleshjack with my cum. Matt continues to thrust, prolonging my orgasm until it’s all too much and I slump down against the bed.
Matt slowly slides the Fleshjack off my oversensitive cock, my knot still pulsing and wracking my body with aftershocks. He tips the Fleshjack down over his cock and I watch with wide eyes as my cum spills down over his erection. “Smell like you,” Matt grunts out, his rut making his inner alpha come out. He looks into my eyes and I suck in a sharp breath as alpha red eyes stare down at me.
Matt’s hands grip his cock, stroking himself as he uses my cum as lube. One of his hands wraps around the base of his dick, massaging where his knot will pop, the other strokes his cock so fast his hand is a blur. It doesn’t take long before Matt is moaning out his pleasure. He points his dick at my belly, spilling his seed all over me. Every drop feels like it’s fire landing against my oversensitive skin and I let out a groan.
Then, Matt does something that shocks me to my very core. He runs his cum covered hands against my skin. He literally rubs his cum and his scent into every patch of my skin he can find, murmuring about making me smell like him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My inner alpha is fucking preening, raising it’s head and purring in delight at being marked in such a way. In a way that only mates behave.
I’m usually one to shove my inner alpha down, not wanting to live by that stereotype. But fuck, I’d be lying if I wasn’t on his side in this moment. This feels so right, so fucking good. So I let it happen. I let Matt mark me with his scent, with his cum, with his teeth. The room around us begins to smell like our den, our arousal and cum mixing together to make a new scent altogether. Instead of Matt and Hayden, it now smells like MattandHayden.
Matt flops down beside me, panting for breath. He throws his leg over my hip, his arm wrapping around m
y middle. His nose is stuck against the underside of my jaw, taking in huge lungfuls of breath, scenting me. He must not like what he smells because he licks across the skin a few times. Now when he breathes me in, he lets out a little growl of approval.
My hormones are going wild, telling me to mate, to bite, to claim. They whisper that my mate is marking me, that he’s making sure no one can question his claim. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to just being Matt’s friend when this is all done? How am I supposed to pretend I don’t know what he looks like when he comes? How perfect he feels on top of me?
What the fuck did I just do?
Chapter Eleven
Matt
I step into the bathroom, crowding up against Hayden’s back. I place my chin on his shoulder so I can look at his reflection in the mirror. We’re both naked and my cock fits perfectly between his cheeks, but I hold myself back from thrusting against him, that overwhelming need to fuck and claim calming as my rut dies down.
His eyes meet mine and my stomach flutters, his lips twitching in a little smile. Then my eyes move lower, looking at Hayden’s throat. Jesus fucking Christ. I’m a fucking animal. His entire throat is covered in blue and purple marks, like he’d slept with a vampire instead of an alpha in their rut. I freeze, guilt hitting me with a dump truck. It’s not the first time I’m seeing the marks but it is the first time I’m seeing them with my mind clear of the overwhelming need and fog my rut gives me.
“Hayden,” I whisper, my voice almost breaking. “God. I’m so sorry.”
Hayden turns around quickly, putting his back against the counter, his arms going around my neck as he leans back. His fingers play at the short hairs at the back of my neck. “It’s okay,” he whispers.
“It’s not. It looks like an animal attacked you, for Christ’s sake.”
Hayden smiles. “Not an animal. Just a really horny alpha.”
“Hayden,” I say, giving him a serious look. “This isn’t funny. You volunteered to help me out and this is how I repay you? By literally hurting you. God, you won’t even be able to go to work like this.”
“Hey,” he says gently, one of his hands coming to touch my cheek, rustling against my beard. “It’ll heal before you know it. And then it’ll be like it never happened.”
Right.
It really shouldn’t hurt to remember that this thing happening between us, whatever it is, has a time constraint. It won’t last forever. Tonight, Emma will be back at home and we’ll go back to sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. It doesn’t mean the same thing for Hayden as it did for me.
Hayden pushes my hips away and disappointment floods my being, making my throat tighten painfully. He steps passed me and turns the shower on. Then he turns, giving me a grin. “Care to join me? I’ll let you kiss this better for me,” he teases, running his finger over his abused throat.
How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that?
He steps under the water and I follow him, knowing I would literally follow him anywhere. I crowd against his back, running my hands over his stomach and chest. During this weekend, we’ve frotted and blown each other, taking turns with the Fleshjack and using it together. But we never fucked. I’m not sure if I was holding myself back because I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself during my rut, or because I couldn’t get myself to cross that path, knowing it wasn’t real.
Hayden turns around, our fronts meeting. He leans down and takes my lips in a kiss as my hand snakes between us, gripping both of our cocks. He tastes so good and I can’t stop myself from moaning as my tongue invades his mouth. Kissing Hayden is what I’m going to miss most after this is over. He kisses with such passion, such intensity, making me lose myself with only the feel of his lips and tongue against my own. Fuck. I try to keep my mind on the here and now instead of the heartbreak of not having this after today.
Hayden’s done such a good job of taking care of me this weekend. He’s made sure I was hydrated and fed. He snuggled with me when I needed it and had sex whenever my rut reared it’s head. I wanna thank him for that, even if I’m not the best with words.
I fall to my knees in front of him, smirking when Hayden sucks in a sharp breath. He runs his fingers through my hair. “You don’t have to,” he murmurs, but I’m not having any of that.
I lean forward, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. My fingers find the bruises on his hips where I held him tight and the places I sucked more bruises into his skin. His entire body is marked by either my mouth, my teeth, or my nails. My inner alpha rumbles in approval, loving the physical sign of my claim. But my rational side frowns. I should have been more careful. It’s a miracle Hayden hasn’t called me out for my feelings, because to me, I might as well have put out a billboard that said ‘I’m in love with my best friend’.
I take Hayden’s dick as far as I can into my mouth, careful not to choke on his length. He lets out a groan that has my own cock twitching, begging to be touched. But I ignore it, he’s gotten plenty of attention after all.
“Fuck. Your mouth,” Hayden murmurs as one of his thumbs comes to my lips, running over them as they stretch around his girth. I pull out all the stops I’ve learned this weekend about what Hayden likes until he’s panting above me, biting his lip red and moaning in pleasure. My hand tightens where it’s wrapped around the base of his cock, my other hand coming up to play with his sac, rolling his balls in my palm. Feeling bold, I reach further back until I find his furled hole, gently touching it.
Hayden does not disappoint. He widens his stance, letting me play with him as I please. My finger rubs teasing patterns over his asshole until his thighs are literally shaking. I relax my throat, pushing my face forward until the tip of his cock is in my throat, his knot just behind my teeth. I’ve had a few omega boyfriends who would let me knot their mouths. I remember the feeling being so fucking good and I wanna give that to Hayden.
I wrap my lips around the base of Hayden’s dick, right behind his growing knot. My eyes begin to water at the feeling of my throat being filled as I try not to gag. I look up, finding Hayden’s eyes wide, staring down at me. But they’re not his usual green eyes. No. They shine with alpha red. My hand finds my own cock. With our eyes locked, I stroke myself fast and hard until I’m coming against the shower floor.
“Fuck,” Hayden whispers, his voice sounding broken as his knot pops fully, filling the space in my mouth right behind my teeth. I hollow my cheeks, trying to get my mouth to feel like an ass as best as I can, milking his knot. I can feel his cum sliding down my throat, warming the abused passage. For a moment, I mourn not being able to taste him but the absolute look of rapture on Hayden’s face makes up for it. He’s panting, his cheeks flushed and his hair flopped down and wet. He looks perfect.
Hayden touches my cheek gently and I force my eyes open, not realizing I’d closed them. “Wow,” he murmurs, staring at my mouth which is stretched open obscenely. “You look so fucking hot like this. Your mouth feels amazing. Thank you.” I flush bright red at his words. I’ve never been thanked for a sexual favor before but it has my body responding, my dick giving a valiant twitch. “So good,” he whispers.
With my hand wrapped around my knot and Hayden’s cock in my mouth, we sit in the shower, the hot water beating down on us. Hayden continues to pet my face, run his fingers through my hair. His cock gives the occasional twitch, unloading more cum down my throat. It’s oddly intimate. Just the two of us, feeling close, feeling connected. Not only is my body thrumming with pleasure but my heart is so happy. I’m content to sit here on my knees for hours if it meant being close to Hayden like this.
It doesn’t take long before Hayden’s knot is going down. Once it’s small enough, I open my mouth wider, letting it slip free from my mouth. I lick my lips and stretch my sore jaw. Hayden helps me stand, turning us until the hot water is hitting my back. I pull him in for a quick kiss and he hums happily against my lips.
“That was crazy,” Hayden says, his eyes back to their pretty g
reen color, his smile wide. “I can’t wait for you to experience that.”
“Oh,” I say automatically, closing my eyes as I rinse my hair. “I’ve already experienced it. Learned it from a few omegas.”
When I open my eyes, Hayden’s face is no longer open and happy. A wall comes crashing down between us. “Well, good. No one should go without experiencing it,” he says easily before getting out of the shower.
Fuckity, fuck fuck. I fucked up. Why the hell did I bring up someone else while we were finally together? Finally being carefree and intimate? God, I’m an idiot. I quickly finish my shower, toweling dry, and stepping back into our bedroom. Hayden is dressed, pulling the sheets off the bed and taking them to the laundry room. I already mourn not being able to smell our scents all over our bed. He’s closing off. Getting things ready for when we’re back to normal.
I quickly dress in black sweatpants and a hoodie. Going out into the living room, I find Hayden on the couch, already watching a movie. There’s a plate on the coffee table with a sandwich on it, a Gatorade next to that.
I gingerly sit beside him, picking up my sandwich. As I think about what to say to get rid of this awkwardness between us, Hayden breaks the silence.
“So this was fun and all, but it shouldn’t happen again.” My heart throbs painfully in my chest. “I don’t want things to be weird between us or for things to be weird with Emma. So let’s just pretend this never happened. Alright?” His voice sounds sure and when I look over at him, his eyes are hard.
“Yeah. No problem. Whatever you want,” I say, even though it’s the opposite of what I want. Whatever it takes to keep Hayden happy and in my life, though. I’ll do anything to keep him by my side, even if it’s only as friends.
“Cool,” he says just as there’s a knock on the door. Mama and Emma run into the house. Emma runs right for us, jumping onto my lap. I hug her tight. It’s perfect, almost like she knows exactly what I need. I bury my nose in her blonde hair, fighting to calm my emotions.