32. Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Bennett

Waking to a hard muscled body settling between my legs, and warm whispered words being spoken to my belly, I stayed still. Hoping Shay wouldn't know I was awake yet.

Yesterday had been terrifying, joyful, and gut wrenching. Seth had driven us to Shay's house, Asher having agreed he would keep Lucas for the night. We had undressed like zombies, then fallen into Shay's king-size bed, exhaustion claiming us both.

Twice Shay had woken me with his nightmares. Both times as soon as I had laid a soothing hand on him, he had calmed, never fully waking. Finally, to make sure we both got some rest, I had slept with my hand touching his skin.

"You are loved. You are wanted. I know your daddy–or papa maybe?–we'll work on what to call him, thinks this is all too soon. But I'm so very happy about you."

Smiling serenely, I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. Craning my neck, I looked down the length of my body. Shay's blue eyes peeked up at me, his lips hovering over the small swell of my belly.

"What'cha doing?" Grinning, I couldn't help teasing him.

"Shh," he told me seriously. "I'm conversing here."

"Conversing?" Giggling, my belly shook, and he watched it, fascinated. "With the baby?"

"Yes, it's never too early," he told me, pushing himself up until he hovered over me, keeping his weight off me with his arms.

His warmth still enveloped me, his heat stirring my blood. My hips cradled his, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my crease.

"Mmm," closing my eyes, I stretched, arching, wanting, needing more of that delicious friction.

It had been way too long since we had touched, and I wanted him.

Leaning down, his breath ghosted over my hungrily waiting lips. "I'm free, Bennett. It's over."

Staring into his eyes, the pupils nearly blown, and the blue almost erased by black, I nodded. "I know."

Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I curled my fingers in the soft hair there, and pulled him down to me. My hole was already damp with slick, my cock bobbing between us.

His mouth captured mine in a desperate kiss, our tongues meeting, twining around each other. Tasting, delving into the dark crevices, making us both ache with need.

"I want you, Bennett," Shay rasped against the skin of my neck. "More than I've ever wanted anyone. "

My whole body shivered, shaking with an intensity I had never experienced before. Arching my neck beneath his devouring mouth, I hissed, "Yes!"

His fingers played with my nipple, tweaking it to a hard nub, and I squirmed beneath him. Wanting to feel his weight on me, pushing me into the mattress, branding me as his .

His hand skimmed down to my navel, then lightly over my rounded bump. "I don't want to hurt you. Either of you."

His face was intense, but there was a flicker of worry in his eyes. Taking his face in my hands, I pulled him in for another breath stealing kiss. "You won't. It's perfectly safe. Even your knot."

"Yeah," he rasped, his hands roaming reverently across my skin, touching me everywhere.

"I want it, Shay," I moaned, moving restlessly against his fiery skin, "I need it. It's been too long. I ache for you."

"Mmmm," he murmured against the skin of my belly, laving my belly button before trailing butterfly kisses across the expanse of my bump. "What did you do when you ached for me? Did you touch yourself?"

"Yessss," my breath hitched when his hot breath blew across the tip of my leaking dick.

"Show me," he ordered, settling himself between my legs and looking up at me expectantly, his face determined.

Reaching down between us, I bent my knees, drawing them up, then slid my hand around my aching cock. Hissing at the contact, I planted my feet firmly, before cupping my balls and rolling them.

Shay's eyes were burning embers of fire as he watched my hands, transfixed. So close I could feel his breath against my skin. Skimming a finger over my tightly furrowed hole, I ran it around my rim, coating it with my slick, before pushing it inside myself.

Shay moved further down the bed, lying almost flat, his eyes never straying from the finger I was fucking myself with. Adding a second finger, I moaned wantonly, loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard me.

"Fuck, Bennett," he rasped, "you have the prettiest fucking hole."

Suddenly, his tongue was swiping a path over the fingers I was pumping in and out of myself and my rim. Shay slowly, so slowly, pulled my fingers from me, before replacing them with his nose.

Inhaling deeply, he made a chuffing sound, then growled. "So fucking sweet and spicy. Intoxicating. I could stay like this forever, smelling you, eating you."

And he did just that. Licking his tongue over and over my hole, lapping up my slick, until I was a writhing, moaning, needy mess on the bed, begging for him to fill me. His tongue slipped easily into my softened hole, fucking me much like my fingers had done.

"Shay!" I gasped, panting, tossing my sweaty head from side to side. "Shaaayyyy!"

His hand reached up, capturing my dick, jacking me to the same rhythm his tongue was fucking me, and I couldn't hold back my orgasm. Arching off the bed, heels digging into his shoulders, I shoved my ass into his face while my cum sprayed my stomach and chest. He ate me out through my orgasm, and I could do nothing more but lay there, boneless, while tiny aftershocks raced across my skin.

Shay licked a stripe of my cum off my stomach, then slid up my body. Kissing me, his tongue slid inside my mouth easily and I tasted myself, mixed with him .

Panting against his mouth, I begged, "Now. Need you now. Please. Don't make me wait!"

"Needy omega," he pulled my hard nipple into his mouth, and I whimpered, as the feeling shot straight to my cock, plumping it back up. "I'll give you just what you need."

I smacked his bare ass and he grunted, looking startled.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, hoping I hadn't broken the mood. "I don't know why I did that."

He had a strange look on his face, and I was instantly contrite. I knew his history. I should never have smacked him like that. Not even his ass. "I won't do it again."

He shook his head, a wicked smile crossing his face. "I kinda liked it."

Grinning, I nodded, "Yeah?"

"I think so. Definitely need to revisit that." Hitching his hands under my ass, he angled his dick until his wide head was poised at my wet entrance. "But right now I need to be inside you. We'll go slow."

"I don't want slow, Shay," I rasped, trying to impale myself on his cock.

He stilled my movements with his strong hands, and I whined in frustration, slamming my hands against the mattress. His lips quirked at my demanding neediness. "What do you want, Bennett?"

"I want you to pound me into the fucking mattress, Shay!" I ordered. "I want you to knot me so hard I walk funny for a week. Then I want you to do it all over again."

He flexed his hips, his head finally breaching my hole, and it was pure bliss. "Yesss," hissing, I stared up at him with narrowed eyes. "Fuck, yes. "

He gave me another inch, then teased me with another, going maddeningly slow as his cock opened me up. Even with the rim job he had given me, my hole burned deliciously as it stretched around him. Finally, he was all the way inside, his balls resting against my ass.

He stretched over me, his weight perfect in all the right places, his hands catching mine. Fingers entwined together, arms stretched above my head, he proceeded to give me exactly what I had demanded. Pounding into me, the force of his thrusts moved us both across the mattress.

He changed the angle of his hips the slightest bit and nailed my prostate straight on. Screaming with pleasure, my hands clenched against his. My teeth scraped his skin, his neck, skimmed over his sensitive earlobe. His breath was harsh and panting in my ears, broken by intermittent growls and moaning that made my slick flow around his cock and drip onto the mattress.

"Love…to…hear…you," I panted into his ear, lightly biting the fleshy part of his lobe. He groaned, arching against me, his muscles tightening. His knot swelled, pushing into me without stopping, stretching my hole wider until I wasn't sure I could take it. The burn was incredible, and then we were coming together. The spurts of his cum warmed my insides, and then everything whited out as my balls emptied between us.

Our ragged breathing was the only sound in the room for minutes, while both our bodies shook with aftershocks. Small spurts of cum kept shooting out of Shay for the next few minutes, as his knot locked us tightly together. My hands roamed his sweaty back, making small soothing circles across his smooth skin.

Finally, he pushed himself up on his elbows, relieving me of some of his weight. Brushing the damp hair back from my forehead, he gazed down at me with so much warmth I didn't think I would ever be cold again a day in my life.

"I love you, Bennett," he whispered, placing a soft kiss at the corner of my lips. "I think I have from the very first time I saw you." Another kiss on the other corner.

"I was just too scared to admit it." This kiss brushed my cheek.

"Thank you for waiting for me." A kiss landed on my forehead.

Catching his roaming face between my hands, I stared into his eyes. Pulling him down, I kissed him softly, gently.

"I would have waited for you forever, my fated," I whispered, knowing it was the truth.