by Grace, Aria
“True.” He pulls his hand out of my pants. “That’s not why you stayed home. You stayed home so you could pay attention to me, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.” I swallow hard and try to slow the erratic pounding of my heart. The rush of blood in my ears begins to quiet as I watch him undress me.
“Well, then, pay attention.” Billy tugs at my pants and drags them downward as he kneels. My cock springs free, and my balls tighten beneath his hungry gaze. “Are you watching?”
I nod mutely, completely transfixed by his movements. His lips spread wide and then gently close around the soft head of my cock. The warmth of his mouth coaxes it to life. He suckles on me gently, making my cock grow in response. Soon, I’m fully erect and Billy’s lips and tongue are sliding across the entire length of my shaft.
Sloppy sucking sounds fill the kitchen as Billy bobs his head up and down. My dick trembles under his attention, and my entire body twitches and spasms in response to his touch. I grab the counter behind him for support but keep my eyes locked on him. Half the pleasure from Billy’s blowjobs comes from watching the enthusiasm with which he works. I’ve never had an omega who liked sucking cock as much as Billy seems to.
“Oh...fuck, Billy, baby.” I mumble words in response to his actions because I need to focus on not coming. God, I want to release into his mouth and watch my seed dribble down his lips. I wanna feel the surge of ecstasy rushing through my cock with the greedy, self-satisfied look on Billy’s face filling the background.
But I hold myself back. Today isn’t about me. “Okay, baby.” I reluctantly pull away from him.
“What are you doing?” He leans back on his heels with a pout. “I wanted to make you come.”
Hearing his words almost makes me rethink my plan. Almost. Steeling my resolve, I pull the edge of my pants up so I don’t trip. “I don’t want to come yet. I wanna make you come first.” I hold out a hand to help him to his feet.
To my surprise, he springs to his feet in one fluid motion. Apparently, at only three months along, the baby hasn’t started affecting his balance yet.
“Do you have any idea how horny I’ve been?” Billy curls his fingers into the front of my shirt before leaning up to kiss me. “It’s been unbearable.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” My guilt level increases a hundredfold with his admission.
“Because you’ve been working so hard. Between the hospital, the nursery, and all the other errands and crap, you’re usually exhausted by the time you’ve got a free moment. I don’t want to give you one more thing to take care of.” Billy looks away sheepishly, like he feels ashamed of how he feels.
I hook a finger beneath his chin and gently coax his gaze back toward me. “That’s one thing I’ll always make time for.” I waggle my eyebrows with a light laugh and kiss his forehead before leading him back to the bedroom.
As soon as we’re in the room, Billy starts shedding layers of clothing. He’s naked before I can finish taking off my shoes. His cock is rock hard, and the insides of his thighs are already glistening with slick.
“I have to change my boxers at least six times a day,” he whines as he sprawls out across the bed.
“That’s why we’ve been going through laundry detergent so fast.” I cast aside the last article of my clothing and stare down at my perfect omega.
“Yeah, sorry.” His cheeks flush bright pink. “Nothing I do for myself brings me any relief. I just...I think I need your knot.”
He sits up on his knees and turns his ass toward me. My cock twitches in anticipation, and I have to give myself a quick squeeze to soothe the ache in my balls. This was worth stopping that blowjob early. My horny, cock hungry little omega has been suffering in silence all this time. I feel like a moron for not noticing sooner.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” Billy bends over to show me his needy little hole. It’s dripping with slick and more than ready to take me completely.
I don’t wait to be asked again. As soon as I’m behind him, he backs his ass toward me as if searching for my dick. His eagerness makes my lips curl into a delighted smirk as the head of my cock presses against his asshole and slowly sinks into him.
We moan in unison.
The feeling of being inside him is like coming home. Billy’s ass seems to have been made specifically for me. I’m never more fulfilled than when I’m inside him. Blowjobs are fun, convenient, and quick, so they definitely have their place in our sex life, but it’ll never replace the raw pleasure of having his warm channel surrounding my hard cock.
I press gently forward until I’m fully seated inside him. As soon as I am, Billy arches his back against me, twisting slightly so his lips can find mine. I slide my arms around him, giving him the leverage to maintain his awkward position, and our mouths join in a molten cascade. His tongue and mine entwine as we hungrily indulge in each other’s lips.
Every now and then, I buck my hips forward, providing the slightest possible movement to keep my cock hard and make Billy moan.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” Billy cries out with frustration dripping from his tone. “I need it now, Landon. I need to be fucked.” He kisses my lips firmly, untwists himself, and bends over once more.
His words are all the encouragement I need. Sliding my hands down his back, I grab hold of his hips and pull myself into him as deeply as I can. It’s a slick, sensual motion that makes Billy gasp as a shudder overcomes him.
I slide back out, nice and slow. It’s tantalizing, and I know it must be driving Billy crazy because it’s making my dick ache. Still, I do it a few more times for good measure. Just to make sure my cock is fully coated in slick and sliding smoothly inside my omega.
“Landon...please...” Billy sounds desperate and perfect as he looks back over his shoulder, begging me with his eyes. My poor, pregnant, horny omega.
“Your wish is my command.” I slide into him slowly one last time before I pick up the pace. Short, quick strokes, just deep enough to touch his most sensitive spots. He moans in time with every thrust. I love the way he feels on my cock and how verbal he is. That’s something that’s developed slowly as we’ve been together. Now he’s so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could hear us.
Every single stroke makes the pressure build in my dick. I was already close to coming when we were in the kitchen. I’ve been holding it back for a long time now, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.
“I’m close.” Billy pants for air as if sensing my thoughts. “I’m so close, Landon.” His hips pound back, changing the depth of my thrusts and rubbing a whole new area. The change in pace is too much, and I feel myself begin to spiral out of control.
“Billy...I can’t stop. It’s...it’s too good.” I’m out of breath and can barely talk.
“Come for me!” Billy shouts as he thrusts back against me with renewed enthusiasm.
There’s no stopping it now. My knot is swelling, and I slide my cock into him one final time before we’re locked in place. Come rushes through my dick and into Billy, filling my omega’s tight hole with my seed.
Billy cries out in pleasure as my cock fills him. I recognize the pitch of his voice as he orgasms, and when I finally manage to regain the rest of my senses, I notice the puddle of come on the bed beneath him.
“How do you feel?” I gently stroke his back, holding his weight in my arms.
“Mmm, perfect,” he says, looking over his shoulder at me with a satisfied grin.
We shuffle across the bed slightly and manage to lay down on our sides together. The pressure of my knot keeps us connected as we spoon.
“I’ve missed this,” Billy says as he absently strokes my forearm. “I feel so comfortable, so safe.” He sighs and snuggles back against me a little closer.
“I’ve missed it too. I’m so sorry.” I kiss the back of his head and give him a little squeeze. “Next time, you need to tell me when you’re this horny. It’s not healthy to keep it pent up like that.�
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Billy laughs a little and cranes his neck back to look at me. “I love you, Landon.”
A smile touches my lips. “And I love you, Billy.”
72
Billy
Something’s wrong.
My water just broke, but I’m only eight months. The baby isn’t due for another four weeks.
It’s early morning, a few minutes after six, and I literally just said goodbye to Landon. Just a few minutes ago, I was watching his car pull out of the driveway and thinking about how proud I was that he had managed to get such a good job working at a specialty clinic.
Now, I’m trying desperately to remember where the fuck I left my phone.
And then the first contraction hits me like a truck. I double over and press my hands against my abdomen, just below the swell of my belly. I’m going into labor. This is it. The baby is coming. But something’s wrong. I can tell.
My phone is laying on the kitchen table by my half-finished cup of herbal tea, and but it seems like it’s ten miles away as I scoot toward it. When I finally reach the table, I snatch the phone up and quickly call Landon.
Another contraction hits as the phone endlessly rings. He’s not answering.
And they’re coming way too fast. I’ve been told to expect hours of agony before getting to the point when a hospital ride was in order. But it’s just been a few minutes and I’m practically on my knees.
I need to get to the hospital, but I can’t drive like this. I have to either call a cab or an ambulance. I’m honestly not sure which one will get here faster. But more than that, I desperately do not want to try delivering this baby alone, without doctors or medications. That was one of my biggest fears during my last pregnancy. I don’t intend to live it now.
I’m just about to hang up when Landon finally answers. “Billy?”
“My water broke, contractions are fast. I think...the baby is coming.” I barely get the words out before another contraction hits me. My lungs feel as cramped as the rest of my body as I clutch my phone so tightly I think I might break it.
“Hold on, baby.” Landon’s voice sounds determined, and the line clicks off.
He’s coming back for me. I feel a tickle of relief run through me, but I know something is still gravely wrong. But there’s nothing I can do but wait. I’m not going to be alone.
Landon will be here.
He’ll take me to the hospital.
We’ll get through this.
I repeat those thoughts over and over again, trying to keep my shit together until Landon gets home.
He hadn’t gotten very far, so it doesn’t take him long to get back home. His car is running in the driveway as he runs in to get me. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are sparkling, and I know he’s excited. He can’t sense what I do. He doesn’t know there’s something wrong. And I’m in too much pain right now to tell him.
Thankfully, he gets me to the car in record time. We’ve forgotten a bunch of things, but at this point, none of it really matters. We just need to get to the hospital.
I’m too busy trying to focus on my breathing to pay much attention to the scenery. I have no way of knowing just how close we are to the hospital as I clench my eyes shut and wait for whatever is going to happen to happen. The only thing I know for sure is that the baby is coming and these contractions are strong enough to take down an elephant.
How did things turn out like this? I did everything right this time. I was so careful. I ate all the right things. I didn’t overexert myself. I made sure that I was getting plenty of sleep. I avoided anything that might be potentially harmful to myself or the baby. I didn’t get so much as a cold the entire pregnancy, which is difficult to do when your alpha works in medicine and is exposed to all kinds of crap on a daily basis.
But I did it.
And my last scan showed a healthy, perfectly formed, baby boy.
So why are things going sideways now?
The panic sliding through my brain makes me feel like I’m in a free fall. I’m the one who’s pregnant, I’m the one who’s going into labor early, so why am I so helpless right now? There’s nothing I can do to make this right. All I can do is sit back and let nature take its course.
When we get to the hospital, Landon pulls up to the doors of the ER and bolts inside. He returns a minute later with a wheelchair and a couple nurses.
I manage to climb out of the car and into the wheelchair before the next contraction hits, only vaguely aware of the fact that the nurses are asking Landon questions. He’s doing his best to answer them, but he’s freaking out as much as I am. All his medical training and experience are useless right now. He’s suddenly just as scared as I am.
Strangely, that’s a little comforting to me.
I’m wheeled into the hospital, and a little bubble of panic wafts through me. This place is where I lost my last baby. I know I’m being unreasonable to compare this time to last, but I can’t stop my brain from going there. But this time, I know my baby is healthy. I know I’m healthy. Something’s wrong, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to lose my baby this time. It can’t mean that.
Landon stays by my side as I’m wheeled into a room, holding my hand and talking to me sweetly. I can’t really focus on what he’s saying, but I know he’s trying to soothe my fears. I’ve always loved the sound of his voice, and I’m able to home in on it, allowing it to anchor me so I can orient myself.
Whatever happens next, Landon will be here with me.
Nurses and doctors filter in and out of the room as I’m hooked up to monitors. I think they cut my pants off, which I’m momentarily upset about because they were my favorite pair of paternity jeans. But I can’t really stay mad for long. There are more important things to worry about.
The doctor immediately examines me and checks the readouts of the baby’s heartbeat. Another contraction rips through me, and I feel like I’m being torn in half. This baby is apparently clawing its way out whether we’re ready or not.
The doctor calls Landon aside and I see the two of them talking but I can’t hear what they’re saying. At this point, all I can hear is my panicked breath and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Sweat pours down my brow and mats my hair, but I ignore that too. With contractions like these, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to survive.
The last one nearly made me pass out.
“Okay, baby, here’s the deal.” Landon’s voice suddenly cuts through the haze of pain around me. I focus in on him as his hand closes around mine once more. “The doctor says you’re not dilating, but the baby has decided now is the time to be born. The contractions are trying to squeeze him out, but there’s nowhere for him to go. If...if this keeps up one, or both, of you won’t make it.”
“No...” I feel tears welling in my eyes. “Fuck...Landon, no. Not again. No.” I squeeze his hand tightly, begging him to fix this. “I don’t want to lose my baby. Please...”
“Shhhh.” Landon strokes my sweaty brow and leans close to me. “We’re not there yet. The baby’s heartbeat is strong, and even though he’s early, he should be fully developed. The doctor needs to perform a C-section. They’ll be able to deliver the baby and reduce the stress on your body.”
I feel a little spike of additional panic at that, and my thoughts immediately dart to the scar on my belly. The scar from the surgery where they removed the baby I lost. I swallow hard and remind myself this isn’t like that time. My baby was already gone before that surgery. This time, my baby is healthy and there’s no reason to believe he won’t survive. The only certainty is that without the procedure, one of us definitely won’t.
I nod my head as I meet Landon’s gaze. I’m scared, but I know this is the best shot for both of us. “Do it,” I tell him as I grit my teeth through another contraction.
Landon kisses my brow and looks to the doctor. A moment later, there’s a flurry of activity in the room. I’m not really sure what’s happening at first, but someone comes and gives me an injection in my s
pine. A few minutes later, I feel numb from the injection everywhere. I can’t even move my legs. The pain of the contractions is reduced to a dull sensation of pressure that periodically moves through my body.
“How are you feeling?” Landon kisses my cheek as the doctor and nurses move in to prepare me for surgery.
“A little better.” Without the pain, I’m able to think more clearly. “Scared. I’ve never been more scared in my entire life.”
“Don’t worry, love.” He meets my eyes, giving me the strength I always find there. “Our baby is in good hands. Everything is going to be okay. I’ll be here with you the entire time.”
I nod and try to focus on Landon’s voice as he talks to me. I know he’s trying to distract me from what’s going on so I’m not thinking about what the doctor is doing. The sensation of pressure across my belly and the group of people standing around me is not a comfortable feeling, but it’s not the most painful thing in the world. Still, not knowing what’s really happening to my baby is killing me. Not knowing if my baby will be alive or not when they pull him out, is making me want to scream.
I honestly don’t know how I’m managing to keep it together. I think it’s due in large part to the extreme sense of calm that’s radiating from Landon. Ever since he spoke to the doctor, his panic has disappeared. I don’t see any worry in his eyes, and I don’t hear any in his voice.
Everything is going to be okay. I know it is. Landon’s calm, even telling me some stupid joke he heard at work. He wouldn’t be doing that if there was any risk of us losing our child. I know he wouldn’t.
A single cry tears down the last vestiges of my fear. My baby’s lungs fill with air and his wails announce to the world that he’s here.
“Look at that! Such a healthy baby!” I hear one of the nurses announce as they swaddle my baby in a blanket and bring him to me.
