37. Hazel

HAZEL

I'd told them everything and they were still here.

I felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"My nest still doesn't smell right," I said in the morning, not meeting any of their eyes. "Can you guys stay another few days?"

They didn't question or push. Left kisses on my head and cuddled me every night. My heart skipped when I spotted their toothbrushes on my bathroom sink. Little piles of spare clothes appeared on whatever free surface they could find.

You would've thought the three of them had lived as a pack for years. I watched them make coffee and breakfast in my kitchen one morning. They never bumped into each other and wordlessly handed each other what they needed.

Was that normal?

They were definitely being careful with me though. Remy offered to help me edit some older footage and manage my uploads for a while to give me a break. No one initiated anything sexual. I understood and appreciated that.

At first anyway. Then I started to get real antsy that all I was getting from Aleks was snuggles. He was out of the apartment most of the time between his classes, hospital shifts and visits to his grandma. But when he was home, I found myself staring at him a lot. Admiring his long lashes, that ridiculous bone structure and the subtle grace of his lithe form.

I thought about what he looked like naked. A lot.

It was no wonder that one morning, Ben left for work and Remy made a big show of telling us he was going to hang out with his sister before waltzing out the door with an extremely unsubtle wink.

Aleks and I were left alone and suddenly reduced to shy teenagers.

He hovered by Fabio, my parlour palm. "Want to show me how you look after your plants?"

I brightened. "Really? You want to learn all their names too?" I placed my chin on my hands and gave him my biggest eyelash flutters.

"Yes," he said, seemingly immune. "I want to stop freaking out when you say things like ‘Dennis looks so happy in the window, doesn't he?'"

What else was I meant to call a creeper plant?

Aleks was a very attentive listener as I walked him through checking the moisture level of the soil, rotating pots and cleaning leaves. The more follow-up questions he asked the more hot and bothered I got. I watched him wipe down Frankie (my monstera) and actually got a little jealous.

God I wanted him.

That's when I decided to do a lot of bending down and picking stuff up.

It took a lot longer than I thought. But eventually I was ass up digging for a nonexistent pebble behind the couch when I heard a stifled groan.

"Something wrong?"

I pushed my hips back knowing it made my tight bike shorts-encased butt look even rounder. It was a shame it was black so he couldn't see how wet I was.

"Hazel," he said warningly.

"Yes?" I replied innocently.

He spoke very deliberately. "Is there something you want?"

I looked over my shoulder and gave him an answer that he couldn't misinterpret.

"I think you should fuck me, Aleks."

My yelp was so high-pitched as he flipped me with one deft movement. I landed on my back on the couch cushions and he was on top of me so fast. Between my legs, pressing his hard length against my inner thigh.

"You're in trouble. Do you know why?" Aleks kissed down my neck and I moaned, letting my head fall back. "Because for the longest time, I didn't let myself want you. Didn't even entertain the thought because it wasn't possible. But now?" His kisses trailed between my breasts and along my belly. I was clothed, why the fuck was I clothed? "I'm going to show you just how much I need you every fucking day."

His hands grasped my waistband and yanked my shorts and panties down. I barely registered them flying over his shoulder before his hot mouth was on my pussy.

"This is where I'm going to live now, Hazel."

How was he talking and doing that with his tongue?

"Between your legs, making you come. And I won't stop when you're satisfied." He looked directly at me as he licked my slick off his bottom lip. "I'll stop when I'm satisfied."

Holy fuck, what had I gotten myself into?

My first orgasm was just from him lazily circling my clit with his tongue. Making the most filthy noises of appreciation as he tasted me. That's all it took. A bit of clit stimulation and his groans. My thighs snapped around his head as I fisted his hair.

"That's one."

He was going to wreck me. I knew it. He knew it.

And we'd only just begun.

The second was rougher, crashing over me as I screamed. He slid one, two then three fingers into my pussy. Pushing them deep into me in slow, deliberate thrusts while he continued to lick my clit. I could feel myself squeezing his fingers as I came, shuddering as the pulsing sensation went on and on and on.

"So pretty," Aleks praised me, kissing my shaking thigh. "Two."

He ripped the third from me like it belonged to him. Curling his fingers this time, fucking me hard and rough. Every time he hit that crucial spot inside me, my vision bleached white and blinded me. I couldn't hold back the gush of slick, drenching him all the way down his forearm.

"Mm, three."

"I want you to fuck me," I half-begged, half-sobbed.

"Not yet."

"Then let me suck your cock," I said desperately.

He laughed like I was being the silliest omega in the entire world. "No."

I went somewhere else with the fourth one. Sinking, melting into the sensations of his mouth slowly exploring me. So gentle compared to the previous orgasm, just like the way he kissed my clit and slid his tongue inside me. It took so long, the gradual build as he took his time, content to just worship me forever.

"That was a good one, wasn't it?" He stroked the outside of my thighs up and down. "Four."

"Aleks." My cheeks were wet and my whole body couldn't stop trembling. "I need you. Please. Please, please, please."

He undressed us both slowly before he finally pushed himself into me. It wasn't even about fucking. It was being able to feel his weight on mine, kiss the lips that tasted of me and sense his racing heartbeat. The closeness. The way he looked at me.

"How do I feel?" I whispered.

I had to know if I affected him the way he affected me.

Aleks pressed his forehead against mine. "Whatever you're feeling now, trust me when I say that I'm feeling it a thousand times over."

I kissed my way down the column of his neck, the muscles taut as he moved inside me. I breathed him in, wanting to remember how he felt in this exact moment. He was the edge of the breathtaking cliff, an impossible drop to the crystal clear water below.

A hand in mine, a promise to never let go and a countdown of 3, 2…

I gasped, the blue of the water rushing up towards me transforming into Aleks' eyes. He kissed me hard, fingers threading through mine.

"Can you give me one last one?"

"No." Was he serious?

Undeterred, he hooked an arm under my knee and my hips lifted. My breath hitched as his cock hit a different angle. His thrusts were growing more urgent, closer and closer to that cliff edge.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—"

It was the warm flood of him inside me that did it. Knowing he was marking me, filling me. I pulled him tight against me, nails digging into his hips as I rocked against him. Squeezing my eyes tightly as I chased that final, spiralling frisson all the way down my spine.

We both collapsed back onto the couch, utterly spent.

His thumb caressed my lower lip. "Five." He smirked, looking extremely satisfied with himself.

Whatever. He earned it.