8. Steve

My knees almost buckle underneath me. I lean against the wall and slowly slide down it, taking Leo with me. We end up in a pile of limbs on the floor with my dick still inside him.

Part of the problem is that my erection hasn't gone down at all. I'm hard as a rock and ready to go again. I'm not able to hold him up in midair while fucking him anymore, though. That's some kind of pornstar stunt. I can't believe I did that.

I'm in a rut. That's the only explanation for what's happening. And since we had sex, that means Leo will likely go into heat sometime in the next few days. I have no idea what that will mean for him. From what I understand, movie stars carefully plan their filming schedules around their heats. If only I had waited a few more minutes to go inside my apartment this all could have been avoided.

But a selfish part of me doesn't regret it. Holding him in my arms with our bodies intimately tied is better than I ever could have imagined. I've fallen in love before, but I've never felt this bone-deep sense of completeness with a man.

"Are you okay?" I whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Leo blinks his eyes open. "Hmmm?"

"Are you okay? Was that too much?" I always get nervous after having sex with an omega for the first time. Either my size is something they love or something that really doesn't work for them.

He smiles at me. With our faces only inches apart, the smile feels wonderfully intimate. "I like you, Steve. I also really, really like your dick."

I laugh. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He leans in and gives me a tender kiss. It makes my heart ache. Could there be a chance he feels the connection between us as deeply as I do?

"I'm in a rut," I say.

He kisses me again. "I figured."

"That means you'll probably go into heat soon."

He nods, pressing a kiss to my jaw and the shell of my ear.

"That's okay with you?" I ask.

"We knew this was a risk, right? We both agreed this wasn't a casual thing. Would it be so bad to spend our heat and rut together?"

Could it be that simple? Could we just give in to the desires of our bodies for days on end and not worry about anything else?

"Are you taking contraceptives?" I ask.

"I have an IUD." He sucks at the lobe of my ear, which almost makes me lose focus. I want to grind into him so badly, I'd rather forget about all the reasons why holing up in my apartment for a few days might not be a good idea.

But I don't want to mess this up. We have to talk about the logistics before I get lost in his body again.

"What about your work schedule?" I ask.

He sits back, looking me in the eye. "I'm free for the next few weeks. What about you?"

"I can move a few things around. It won't be a problem." Getting to be with Leo is the kind of thing that's worth a few uncomfortable conversations with my clients. "Do you need any medications from your house? Do you have a pet that we should go get? What about your lawn? Should we call someone to mow it?"

He laughs. "You like to be prepared, don't you?"

"I did mention that I'm an accountant, right? We're generally a prepared kind of people."

He wriggles his hips in a way that causes delicious friction between our bodies. "I don't have any medications or a pet, and I've never mowed a lawn in my life. Speaking of pets, where is your cat? Did we scare him away?"

I hold his hips in place. "He's probably back in his cat tower. He rarely leaves it. Do you want to stay here with me? You don't have to, Leo."

He pushes me onto my back until I"m lying on the ground. "Yes." He grabs my wrist and presses my palm against the bulge in his belly. Fuck. I can feel the pressure of my own hand against the tip of my cock while it's still inside him. "I'm so full, Steve. Why would I want to leave?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to get consent before…"

He rocks his hips back and forth, that mischievous smile spreading across his lips again. "Before we both lose control?"

"Yeah."

"You have my consent." Leo lifts his body slowly, exposing my cock, inch by inch, then he slams down onto it, taking me to the hilt. He throws his head back and moans. "Fuck me already. Please."

I dig my fingers into his hips and thrust up. His body goes lax, and he simply grunts while I pound into him, our skin slapping together. I love the way he melts while I'm fucking him. He even lies on my chest, making it easier for me to grab him by both asscheeks and really give it to him. A part of me knows I shouldn't be fucking him this hard, but the instinct is so powerful, it's difficult to hold back.

He tucks his knees in, and our bodies come together differently. I can't get in quite as deep, but the head of my cock collides with a soft, pliant spot inside him.

"Yes. Right there. Oh!" Leo sobs, clinging to my shoulders.

I find the spot again, and ram into it as hard as I can. He lets out a continuous whine while I fuck him there. I know what that spot is. I've helped my boyfriends through heats before. But they've never reacted like this when I've brushed against the entrance to their womb outside their heat.

I'm not sure how many times he comes as I fuck him. I don't know how many times I come either. One orgasm bleeds into another, the pleasure long and continuous. Each orgasm doesn't feel like enough. My body still needs him.

When my cock finally softens inside him, we're both a sweaty mess on the floor of my office with our hair plastered to our heads and our shirts bunched up and wrinkled.

Leo presses a kiss to my chest. "That was amazing."

I wrap my arms around him, wanting him closer even though we're technically as close as two people can be. "Thank you, Leo. That was amazing for me too." The floor underneath me is hard, and a mixture of our bodily fluids is leaking out of Leo's ass. None of that matters.

Eventually, he eases forward until my cock slips out of him. Which I understand. I'm sure he needs a break. He stands up on shaky legs, a trail of cum and slick running down his leg.

"Wow. That's a lot. Direct me to a bathroom. Or maybe direct me to a bed. I can't decide if I'm too disgusting to lie down or too tired to shower."

In the absence of Leo's weight, pain shoots down my back.

"Why didn't we have sex on the bed?" I ask.

Leo looks down at his knees, which are bright pink from contact with the floor. "I don't know. The ladder and floor seemed more convenient at the time?" He holds out his hand to me. His hair is wild, and the trail of cum and slick running down his leg is now pooling on the floor.

I wish I could take a photo of him. I think he's more beautiful like this than in any film or photo shoot on the red carpet.

Slowly, I ease my way up to standing. My back is a little less angry now. Or maybe it's just that my tailbone is angrier, so I don't notice my back as much.

Leo raises an eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven. But we just had very acrobatic sex on a hard surface, and you were quite insatiable, so I had to go the extra mile."

He laughs. "That's true. You did go the extra mile. That was probably the best sex I've ever had."

Damn. This man makes my heart soar.

"Me too, Leo."

He gives me a shy little smile. "Good."

"Bed or shower?" I ask.

"Shower. Look at this. I'm getting our bodily fluids all over your floor." He turns around and walks toward the door. The curve of his ass has pink marks from my fingers. I like that even more than watching my cum running down his legs.

Leo is mine now. The idea is both exciting and a relief.