21. Chapter Twenty-One

This kiss was nothing like any kiss we had shared before.

It was tender and soft. It was heat and rushing sounds, our two scents mingling together. It was all-consuming, passionate, yet so very gentle.

My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer to me, like some invisible force was guiding my limbs. Sighing wistfully, I was surrounded by his taste, as his tongue swept inside me. Our tongues tangled, sliding over one another, teasing. Learning the feel of each other like we hadn’t that night.

My dick, so hard in the borrowed sweats, pushed against the material. Needing friction, I rubbed against his hard body, so different from mine, gasping when our cocks slid against each other through the fabric.

Electricity sizzled between us, like a live wire that had come loose in a storm, and was zapping anything in its path.

Grayson’s teeth nipped a path down the column of my neck, and I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t get close enough to his heat.

“How are your stitches?”

His words took a full thirty seconds to make any kind of sense in my desire muddled brain.

“Dissolved. Mostly,” I finally managed, blinking at him with bleary eyes.

He smiled gently, then grasped me by my waist. “Hold on.”

He pulled me closer, then up, and I instinctively jumped. My arms and legs wrapped around him tightly. His hands grasped my ass, pushing my hips into his, and he somehow managed to slant my groin so our cocks were sliding against each other as he walked us back to the couch.

Stretching me out on the fabric covered cushions, he stood over me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Wyatt.”

Shaking my head, I grimaced, my hands trying to cover my cotton covered belly. “I’m not. But thank you.”

He grasped my wrists, pulling my hands away and pushed up the material until it bunched under my nipples. “You are. You had a baby, and what you see as pudge and ugly red marks, I see as evidence of how amazing your body is. You made our daughter, Wyatt. Don’t ever be ashamed of that.”

As if to prove his point, his lips trailed kisses down each stretch mark, until I was writhing beneath his mouth. “We…can’t,” I finally gasped, even though my body was more than willing.

My hole was fluttering, and I could feel a small trickle of slick. There was a slight tenderness when my hole clenched and relaxed, but the throbbing pain right after I had given birth was a thing of the past. Truthfully, I barely remembered the pain of childbirth now, even just a few weeks later. Probably the bodys natural way of making sure an omega wanted to give birth in the future. The memory of labor washed away by sweet baby smiles.

My dick was rock hard and leaking, the tip just poking out from the waistband of the sweats, leaving sticky drops against my skin.

“I know we can’t do anything penetrative,” he assured me, untying the strings that were holding his sweats on my hips. In a swift move, he pulled them down enough to free my cock. It bobbed hotly between us. “Yet. But I can do this.”

Leaning down, he sucked my tip into the warm wetness of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, then over the slit.

“Fuck!” I shouted, bucking up into his mouth, needing more.

His heavy arm rested across my pelvis, holding me down, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. Grinning wickedly at me, his dimples deep on either side of his mouth, he took a deep breath then swallowed me down to the root.

My brain short circuited. That was the only explanation I had for the stars that exploded in my head, behind my eyes, in my very balls.

My toes curled into the couch cushion; my hips moved against his arm pinning me down. He swallowed and my tip touched the very back of his throat, and I swore the man didn’t have a gag reflex.

“Grayson,” I panted, tugging at his hair, “I need...can you…?”

He popped off my dick with a loud smacking noise, soothing a hand up my chest. He avoided my nipples, and I was stunned he’d remembered they had been sore. They were so much better now, and I should probably let him know that. Later.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” His voice was that low, deep, raspy, sexy-as-sin growl that instantly turned me into a mewling submissive mess.

Moving my arms above my head, I crossed them at my wrists. “Can you hold them? Like you did that night. Hold them, and push them down. Hold me down?”

“Anything you want, Wyatt. You’re in charge.” He kept saying that but I felt more out of control than I had ever felt in my life. It was amazing and terrifying all at the same time. Like I imagined it would feel riding on a roller coaster, or the back of a motorcycle. Two things on my bucket list I had never experienced.

One long arm snaked up my body, and that large hand of his encircled both my wrists tightly, pushing them into the arm of the sofa.

Fiery heat engulfed me from being pinned down, threatening to consume me and I keened noisily. There was no other word for the sound that came out of my mouth. It was a long, keening, whining wail.

Grayson bent over my cock again, blowing hot air over the wet tip and I nearly lost my mind. I was so fucking close to…something. My balls were tight against my body, my hips had a mind of their own as they bucked up and up, chasing the elusive mouth that was heaven and hell combined.

Grayson sucked me down again, slurping loudly, his head bobbing faster and faster. His hand tightened on my bound wrists with the slightest of pressure, and it was just what I needed.

My muscles went rigid, my body arching up like the string of a bow, and I screamed as my cum exploded, painting the inside of Grayson’s mouth and throat. Through hazy, slitted eyes I watched his throat convulse, moaning at the taste of me. The sounds he made as he swallowed me, the heated, hooded look in his dark eyes, made me feel wanton and desired. That the taste of my cum had the power to make this alpha look like that…it was a potent, heady feeling.

A pearly white drop escaped the corner of his mouth, and his pink tongue darted out, chasing it. Like he had to have every last drop of me.

Stretching my arm towards him, I caressed the hard, heavy bulge still trapped inside his sweats. “What about you? Do you want me to–”

He shook his head, “This was for you. I’m fine.”

My teeth scraped my bottom lip and my eyes feasted on that bulge and the slightest damp spot darkening the light material. It didn’t seem fair or right to leave him in that state, especially with him having to get ready for work.

“Come on me,” I whispered, writhing and stretching on the couch beneath his gaze. “Jack yourself and come on me.”

“Wyatt–” his voice was a hoarse rasp and I shivered at the sound of it.

“You said I was in charge, and I want you to. Please. I…I want to watch you. I want you to cover my stomach in your cum and rub it into my skin. I want to smell you on me all day.”

“Fuck, Wyatt, when you talk like that, I forget you’re so innocent.”

“Not that innocent. Just because you were my first doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want to do. To try. Things I want to experience. I have a long list of things, Grayson.” My smile was secretive and mysterious. I wasn’t just talking about sexual things either, but he didn’t need to know that right now. “I don’t know what this is between us. I don’t know if it’s pheromones, or fated mates, or just plain lust. I can’t explain it and that makes me twitchy. I don’t like things I can’t explain.”

He chuckled, sliding from his knees on the floor to straddle my legs with his thick hairy thighs on the sofa, in a swift move that men half his age probably couldn’t pull off. “Oh, I’m aware, sweetheart.”

“I just know how I feel around you. How you make me feel. I want more of it. More of you.” It was a hard thing for me to admit that I wanted him, after vehemently pushing him away, but there was an undeniable pull between us.

He leaned down, his lips brushing mine and whispered, “You have me.”

“Then give me what I want,” I whine demanded, undulating against him as much as I could with the way he had me trapped. “Stroke yourself. Show me what you do to get off when you’re all alone.”

Roughly, he pushed his sweats just past his ass, his cock finally free. It bounced against his stomach, the large head angry and purple, dripping precum. He thumbed the pool of nearly clear liquid, swirling it around the head, then ran his hand down his length.

His eyes held mine, heated, his pupils blown so that all I saw was molten darkness. He braced his arm on the back of the sofa, while his other moved furiously against his cock. He was wild, animalistic, and so stunningly gorgeous as he chased his own pleasure, he took my breath away.

Desire swirled low in my belly as I watched him, and my cock twitched with interest despite the fact that I had already come hard enough that I was feeling sated and lazy.

His thigh muscles tightened against mine, his face looked like it was carved from stone, all harsh lines. His panting, ragged breaths turned into a harsh shout and cum splashed over my chest and stomach. Warm trails of white pooled into the hollow of my belly button. My own breathing was just as ragged as his, my chest moving up and down rapidly.

He fell over me, keeping his weight braced off me, and buried his face in my neck. His breathing was still harsh, and my hands roamed his long back, stroking over the powerful, corded muscles there.

“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear, and he barked out a laugh.

“I think I’m the one that should be thanking you, sweetheart.” He planted a soft kiss on my cheek, before pushing to his feet. “But I’m happy to help you mark things off this list of yours. Stay there and I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Leaning up on my elbows, I swiped at my sticky belly button. Dipping my finger into the pooled liquid, I brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean.

“Mmmm,” I moaned around my digit, “salty. Kind of bitter, but tangy. I like it.”

“Fucking hell, Wyatt,” Grayson was staring at me like I was a steak he wanted to take a bite out of. Pointing a finger, he ordered, “Stay.”

That one word, spoken in that growly voice of his, made goosebumps break out across my skin. “Yes, Sir.”

His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening until they were blazing black. “Good boy.”

Relaxing back into the couch, I waited patiently as he wiped his cum from my belly button, stopping him when he would have wiped my skin completely clean. Shaking my head, I grabbed his wrist, halting the movement of the warm cloth. “I want to keep it on my skin. I can’t explain why. I need it. Need to feel and smell you on me.”

“It will get itchy,” he chided, even as his hand softly rubbed his cum into my skin, over my stretch marks.

“I don’t care.” I pouted like a child. I probably would care in a couple of hours when it did get itchy, but that was a problem for later Wyatt to deal with.

He placed a kiss over one stretch mark, then moved to the opposite side of my stomach and did the same thing, growling, “Mine.”

As much as I hadn’t wanted to believe in fated mates, as much as I hadn’t wanted a mate, his possessive claim made me want to give this man every piece of me I had to give. And I wasn’t ready to do that. Not yet. Not now. The easy way I wanted to melt into him every time he declared me his, terrified me. This was the first time that I had a say in how I was going to live my life, and I couldn’t just give that up because some unseen entity decided I belonged to this alpha.

Shoving him away from me, I muttered, “I’m not yours. This can’t happen again.”