11. Errol

Chapter 11

Errol

"I want everything."

He slammed his lips to mine, and I allowed myself to get lost in them.

When I brought over the cake, I was hoping for a smile. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would lead to me being naked on his bed, my body burning with anticipation. Part of me was terrified that I was going to wake up to discover this was nothing but a dream… a very erotic dream.

Davien's eyes roved over my body, dark with desire. This was it, I was finally going to be able to experience the wonder that was Davien. My heart raced, my slick pooled, and my dick hardened even more. We were really doing this.

"You're so fucking perfect," Davien murmured, trailing his fingers down my neck, sending a shiver through me. I was already turned on more than I'd ever been, on the cusp of an orgasm, and we hadn't even done much of anything.

"So are you." There was so much more to say than that, but this wasn't a time for talking. We were here to communicate with our bodies, to experience each other in a new way, to fuck our brains out.

His body was perfection—lean muscle, golden skin, a thick cock ready for me. Yet there was something almost otherworldly about him that I couldn't quite place. I pushed the thought aside. This was time to focus on Davien and nothing and nobody else.

Davien leaned down, his lips brushing mine. "I want to savor every inch of you."

"Please!" I'd already felt a preview of what those lips could do, and I wanted to discover all of their magical powers.

As he kissed a path down my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair, needing to be touching him.

My body arched into his touch, craving more. The air felt charged between us, our desire palpable. I'd never experienced anything like this before. I hadn't even known it was possible.

"Davien," I gasped. "I need you."

He lifted his head, eyes shining with an intensity that made me shiver. "Patience, my little baker. We have all night."

I couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to change everything. If only I knew just how right I was.

Davien's tongue swirled around my tip before plunging down to the base of my shaft. Fingers massaged my inner thighs as his hot, wet mouth engulfed me. I gasped and arched off the sheets, hands fisting in his hair. He sucked as he pulled back up my cock. Gods, that felt amazing.

Davien continued to bob up and down my cock, swallowing as he reached my base and humming as he pulled back up. My balls tightened, and I was about to explode just as he pulled up and off of me.

"Not yet, little baker. I have more to explore."

His tongue dipped lower, circling my tight ring of muscle. As he laved and probed my most sensitive area, his hand wrapped around my cock, jerking it slowly. I didn't know where to focus, all of it so fucking good.

"Davien, please..." I begged with no shame. I knew what I wanted— needed —and Davien was here to provide it.

But he pulled back and reminded me I needed to be patient.

I sucked at patience.

He began the delicious torment again, building me up higher each time before denying my release. He was doing this on purpose, and I had no idea if I loved it or if I hated it. Probably a combination of both. Over and over he brought me so freaking close.

"I need you," I begged desperately. "I can't take any more."

Davien's smoldering gaze met mine, and he crawled up my body, nibbling and sucking a trail across my abs and chest. When he reached my left nipple, he flicked the bud with his tongue before sealing his lips around it.

His fingers delved between my cheeks, so slick for him. One long digit breached my entrance as his teeth grazed my nipple. It was official. He was going to kill me. Gods, I loved it.

He worked me open, adding a second finger, then a third. Thrusting deep to brush that spot that made my dick twitch in the best of ways. I was so close… so very, very close.

He withdrew his fingers and crawled up to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. I devoured him ravenously, drunk on lust and need. With a growl, I flipped us over, pinning his wrists above his head. I usually wasn't so forward, but with him, I didn't feel embarrassed or like I needed to play the role of perfect omega. No. With Davien, I could just be me.

"My turn now."

I worshiped his body, paying attention to every line, every curve, to every muscle and inch of golden skin. When I reached his thick cock, I lapped at the tip, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum. I took him into my mouth. It took a few tries to get him fully in, his girth barely fitting inside me. I sucked him deep, loving his groans of pleasure.

Davien bucked his hips, grinding against my face. "Errol, I'm going to?—"

With a triumphant smirk, I released him with a pop. "Patience, alpha. Not yet. It's my turn to be in control."

I straddled his hips, pressing my slickened entrance against his throbbing cock. Slowly, I lowered myself down, impaling myself on his length. His girth stretched me deliciously, burning and ecstasy all at once. It was as if he was made for me.

"Fuck, you feel... so... tight..." he panted.

Slowly at first, I bounced up and down his length. My climax was so close, just within reach, but I wanted to make this good for him. I thought about everything I could to prevent this from being over too soon. Up and down I went, watching his face as he enjoyed every second of it.

"Davien, I need... I'm going to..." I lost the ability to form sentences.

He knew what I needed, thrusting upward as I rode him harder, faster. His hand found my cock, stroking in time with my now erratic rhythm.

"I can't... much longer..."

"Me neither," he panted. "Come for me, omega.

I slammed into him one final time, and my cum shot out, coating his chest and hands. He followed right behind me, crying out my name as he filled me with his come, his knot swelling inside me, locking us together.

That was when something I didn't understand came over me. One minute I was coming harder than I ever had, and the very next one, my teeth were biting into Davien's shoulder. Not a sweet nibble either. No, I broke skin. There was blood. And fuck me if I wasn't happy about it.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, waiting for the guilt to hit me, but it didn't. If anything, I was glad that I'd done it, and that was a whole level of messed up I didn't understand.

As we came down from our respective highs, I caught a glimpse of his wound. It wasn't pretty, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, cheeks flaming. "I don't know what came over me."

Davien wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "It's more than okay, Errol. I assure you." His voice was laced with satisfaction and a hint of amusement. "I loved every minute of what we just did… especially when you bit me."

I didn't know how that could be true, but I sensed only honesty from him, and relief flooded through me. We somehow managed to maneuver the covers over our still-connected bodies.

"That was…" I rubbed my cheek against his skin.

"It so was." He kissed my shoulder, the one that mirrored the one I'd bitten of his, and for a split second, I was sad… no, disappointed that he hadn't bitten me too.

"Sleep, my little baker." He kissed the spot again. "You're going to need your energy. I have plans for us."

I wanted to ask what those plans were and to maybe add a few of my own to the list, but I was spent. Soon, I found myself drifting off to sleep before his knot even released.