by Aspen Grey
“It’s not much,” Brooks said as he came back with a dark green sleeping bag under his arm. “But it will—”
“It’s perfect!” I interrupted, grabbing it from him and setting it out on the mattress. “It’ll be like we’re camping together!”
I tugged open the window, which groaned and stuck and took a bit of persuasion to get moving, and slid into the sleeping bag, not even bothering to put on any clothes.
Wait—I don’t have any clothes! I laughed to myself. Oh, well!
Brooks slid in beside me. He was so warm I wouldn’t have been surprised if a nuclear reactor was burning inside of him. Every muscle on him was taut and strong, hard like oak, as though he’d spent every waking moment in the gym. But in reality, he’d probably never even set foot in one. He was an alpha. He was just like that.
He kissed my head and it wasn’t long before I felt myself slipping off to sleep. The worst day of my life had turned into the best night of my life and my head was still spinning.
“Brooks?” I whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“No, Eric,” he replied. “Thank you.”
I woke to the sound of the birds chirping outside the window and the smell of the forest carried in on the breeze. It took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was, but when I saw Brooks sleeping beside me I remembered.
Last night…
If someone had asked me to describe my ideal scenario of my ideal mate, I wouldn’t have been able to come up with just how devastatingly gorgeous and flawless Brooks was. Nor would I have been able to describe our incredible sex either—especially the part where I kneed my alpha in the head and interrupted his second orgasm.
I had serious morning wood, and as I nuzzled closer to my mate, a brilliant thought crept into my mind.
Hmmmm, I thought to myself, wanting to put a pinky to my lips like Doctor Evil. Carefully, I reached behind and unzipped the sleeping bag to give myself a bit more room to maneuver. Then, I slid down the bed until I was eye level with Brooks’ massive dick.
This’ll wake you up, I thought as I opened my mouth and closed my lips around it.
Brooks moaned in his sleep and moved his hips forward. I wasn’t expecting it, and he was so big that I gagged and almost pulled away. But I fought through it, relishing in his smell down there. His scent was so much more potent in his groin, that manly musk that drove me crazy. I opened wide and took all of him (almost—hey, give me credit here!) down my throat. He moaned again and woke.
“Well, isn’t this a nice thing to wake up to?” he asked. He found my head and began to stroke my hair, gentle but firm, as if to say, ‘You’re running this show, but I’m still the boss.’ I loved it.
“Mmmm,” I moaned back in affirmation, my mouth completely full. He moved his hips, almost face-fucking me while I sucked him. I cupped his balls with one of my hands and slid the other around and gripped his nice firm ass. It was like a nice big walnut, flexing slightly as he moved his dick in and out of my mouth while I sucked him. I was hard too, but this wasn’t about me, it was about him. I wanted to service him, wake him up with a nice little treat—one that he could expect for every morning in the near future.
His grip in my hair got tighter, and he began massaging my back with his other hand. I tasted his precum and knew he was getting close. Sure enough, moments later, he groaned.
“I’m gonna come, baby. You want to swallow it?”
All I could do was look up at him with eyes that said yes!
He closed his eyes, groaned and I felt his dick flex between my lips.
Here it comes!
I was so excited, ready to taste him and feel his warm seed go down my throat. And when he exploded in my mouth, it was better than I could have ever imagined.
“Ahh, I’m coming!” he growled, gripping a fistful of my hair as he held my head in place while he came. The first shot of his cum was strong and splashed against the back of my throat like he’d shot it out of a water pistol.
Part of me wanted to come with him, but I held out. I wanted to savor the moment and focus on him. Besides, if I was horny all day, imagine how much better it would be later when I came with his dick inside me?
But as I swallowed his delicious alpha juices, feeling proud of myself for getting him off, I felt something…different move inside of me. It was like an ancient dragon stirring in its sleep, an old flame being rekindled. It started at my toes and rose through my body before reaching my head. As Brooks’ cock flexed one final time with the end of his orgasm, I realized what I was feeling.
My heat was coming!
I was so excited and opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, a knock came from the door. I froze. And then—a voice.
“Eric!”
My father…
“Eric, get your ass out here now!”
“Who the fuck is that?” Brooks snarled, immediately alert.
“My dad,” I groaned. “He…he must have tracked me here.”
“Shit. I didn’t pheromone block you—just me.”
Brooks cursed and sat up. He’d brought a rucksack up with his sleeping bag and quickly pulled out a pair of black jeans and slid into them, doing his best to stuff his still-hard dick into them. He was unsuccessful and ended up leaving the top button undone.
“Don’t—don’t let him take me, Brooks,” I told him. “He may be my father, but he’s…”
“Cruel,” Brooks said for me. “Don’t worry, babe. I’d never let anyone take you away from me.”
And with that, he turned and was gone from the room. I heard his footsteps, heavy on the stairs as he took them. Still naked, I sat in bed with bated breath, waiting for what was about to come. Then, the door opened.
Chapter Eight
BROOKS
I opened the door to see Mark, his neck completely red with the imprint of my teeth where I’d spared his life, standing behind an older-looking man that must have been Eric’s father.
“The fuck are you?” he growled. I held back my anger. Any other old man spoke to me like that and he’d be laid out on the ground wishing he’d never set eyes on me.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied. “This is private property. You and this sorry sack of shit here need to get moving while you still can.”
“FUCK YOU!” Mark snarled.
“Oh?” I replied, cocking my head to the side. “You forget pretty quickly, don’t you? Don’t mistake kindness for weakness, Marky Mark, or I’ll have to show you what my fangs really feel like.”
He glowered back at me like a scolded teenager. Eric’s father stepped up closer.
“Now, you listen to me, you son of a bitch,” he growled as though he was completely oblivious to how outmatched he was. “This ain’t none of your business. You are interfering with a legitimate transaction between Mark and me—”
“Legitimate transaction?” I roared, wanting to drive my fist into his nose. “That’s what you call selling your son into slavery?”
“Slavery,” he scoffed. “He’d be more than provided for!”
“And unable to leave. That’s called being a slave—what’s your name by the way?”
“Gerald Lamford!” he snapped.
“Well, Gerald Lamford,” I replied. “You and your little bitch boy better get the fuck off my property before I decide to do something I’ll regret later. Eric is mine now, voluntarily, and he will not be going back with either of you and that’s final.”
Gerald’s evil little eyes narrowed as he looked at me. But I wasn’t budging. The old fuck didn’t scare me, and neither did the little rich boy behind him. And even if they did, I wouldn’t be cowardly enough to give up Eric to save my own ass.
The old man looked at me hard for a few moments then shifted his weight as if to go. But before he did, he looked back at me.
“You’re gonna regret this, boy.”
“Uh huh,” I scoffed. “In your dreams, old man.”
Not waiting for further bullshit in their pathetic “confrontation,” I glanced at Mark, grabbed my dick through my jeans, stepped back and slammed the door in their faces.
Part of me honestly wished I’d just ended Mark’s life back there at his ridiculous mansion. Sparing dickheads usually came back to bite you in the ass (sometimes literally) but I’d given him a chance and taken the high road. Had I made a mistake?
“Fuckers,” I grumbled to myself as I made my way back to the second floor and into the bedroom where Eric was sitting, his eyes wide with concern.
“Is it—?”
“Eric!” I gasped. There was something new in the room—a new scent that hit me like a pickup truck. I recognized it instantly; he was in heat!
My beautiful boy smiled at me knowingly. “You can tell that quick, huh?”
I inhaled until my lungs could take no more. His caramel mocha latte scent had morphed, taking on a fire beneath it that was like someone had thrown a drink in my face. I’d barely recovered from my morning-head orgasm, but even still, my cock rose instantly—after all, it was already half-mast.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, exhaling and taking another fresh sniff as I closed in on him. It was like a drug—it was that powerful. My mind started swimming like a school of fish in warm water filled with bubbles. I felt a sensation in my balls…it was almost like I could sense my alpha juices readying themselves for his ass.
“You triggered it,” he told me. “I’m sure of it. Now the real question is; what are you going to do about it?”
He leaned back on the bed, and like a gymnast, bent his legs back over his head and held them there with his arms, presenting his hole to me. It was so dirty—so submissive and seductive. He was barely even experienced, but his heat had him so turned on with desire that he was doing everything he could to get me on him—in him. And I wasn’t about to hold back.
I practically tore my jeans off and threw them aside. I knelt down in front of him and pressed my tongue against his hole, tasting his slick that tasted just like his scent. The heat had me wild, possessed almost, and I couldn’t help but bite his cheeks as I pushed his legs back even farther over his shoulders.
No. Not this position.
I wanted to see his ass and grab it as I fucked him. I wanted to pin him down on my mattress, fuck him on my sleeping bag and put a pup in his belly. So I spun him over so quickly, he cried out.
“Yes, Brooks!”
His ass was so plump and firm. I spanked it hard with both hands and growled as I pressed my cock against his hole. Without any hesitation, I thrust inside.
We both moaned together as I penetrated him. His hole was like a clenched fist around my thickness, pulling me deeper as if to say, “You’re not going anywhere!”
Hell no, I’m not!
I grabbed both of Eric’s wrists and pulled them behind him and held them against his lower back like a cop might handcuff a suspect, forcing him into further submission. His slick coated my cock and I looked down at his ass and watched it jiggle with every one of my strong thrusts as I really began to fuck him.
“Je-sus Christ, Eric!” he stammered, sucking in air between each of my long strokes. It was like slamming down from a pushup each time I fucked him. I felt his sweet spot against my tip. He’d be flooded with pleasure but it was nothing compared to what he was about to get.
“You want me to breed you, baby?” I asked him.
“So much!” he cried out. “I want your seed in me!”
“You love my cock in your ass?”
“I fucking love it, baby. I love it, I love it, I love it…”
I knotted.
Eric screamed. I slammed down on him and wrapped my arms around him. We were now locked together. It was impossible to break us apart, and not just physically. My lips closed around his ear, I kissed his neck, the back of his head, his shoulders, every piece of skin I could find on him from the position we were in.
“You’re like my little fuck doll,” I whispered as I ground my hips against him, giving him all the feelings of my knot.
“YES!” he shouted, his voice still a whisper.
“I can do whatever I want with you,” I told him. “Can’t I?”
“Whatever you want, baby! I’m yours!”
“You want my alpha cum?”
“Yes!”
“You want to come with me? At the same time?”
“I just want your cum in me, baby. Do whatever you want with me.”
“I want you to come with me,” I told him, slowing my strokes so I could last a bit longer. “Can you come hands-free if I fuck you like this?”
“I—I think so,” he gasped. “Just let me raise my hips up a bit.”
I obliged, and Eric raised up slightly off the bed, giving his cock a little bit of room. I reached underneath him and felt it. It couldn’t possibly have been any harder. Using his precum, I began to jerk him off as I fucked him. I don’t know why I wanted him to come with me so badly. I guess that even though I knew I could have my way with him, that he was mine to use as I saw fit, I wanted him to feel incredible too. I wanted us to explode like a couple of neighboring stars going supernova, so he’d never, ever, even possibly be able to forget the experience.
“Your hands are so strong,” he told me. “Just use long slow strokes and you’ll get me there, baby.”
“Long and slow,” I repeated. “Whatever you want, baby.”
I did as he asked and ran my fingers all the way up and down his shaft, from the balls to the tip. He shuddered and I closed my teeth around the skin just below his neck. I’d never been so possessed by desire in my entire life, and as Eric got closer, so did I.
“Your ass is unbelievable,” I told him. “I’m getting close.”
“So am I!”
“You want my seed in you?”
“Yes! Come in me, baby!”
“I’m gonna bust inside of you,” I groaned, feeling my orgasm sweeping up on me like a tidal wave. I was almost afraid it would be so intense it would knock me out, but it wasn’t like I was going to pull back or pull out—I couldn’t even if I wanted to! “I’m coming, Eric!”
“So am I!”
My knot twitched and burst, flooding his ass with my baby batter. I felt each warm shot spray out of me with so much power. Eric screamed into the mattress as his dick exploded all over my hand. I caught his load and brought it to my mouth so I could taste him as I kept coming. I snatched his ass with my other hand and squeezed until he yelped with pain, his cum dripping from my lips onto his back as I finally began to come down from the most powerful orgasm of my entire life.
I couldn’t see shit. I closed my eyes as my head spun. I was sweating all over him. My body was tense and my legs were quivering. I slumped down and pulled him onto his side so we were spooning. I don’t know how long it took—it could have been two minutes or it could have been two hours—but finally I was able to speak and whispered gently in his ear.
“That’s it, baby. You’re mine now. Forever.”
Chapter Nine
ERIC
Four Months later…
I held a hand over my baby bump as I worked on the stencils around the baby’s room. They were little sailboats with red sails and blue trim. I don’t know what had made me pick them out but I loved them and was going around the newly installed wainscoting that Brooks had installed in an effort to add something a bit more “babyish” to the room.
I was using paint that was safe for pregnant mothers, as no human shops sold paint safe for pregnant fathers, and was almost finished. We’d picked up an adorable white crib and, going with the boat theme, I’d laid out a baby blue blanket with little whitecap waves patterned across it.
Why boats? Why waves? Who knew? Who cared!? I liked it.
“How’s it coming, babe?” my mate called from downstairs.
“One more boat!” I called back.
“Okay, great. I want you to see this!”
“Be right there,” I replied wi
th a smile as I put the finishing touch on the final boat of the room. I stood back and admired my handiwork. There was one spot on the pattern that wrapped the room that was slightly off-kilter, but I wasn’t about to get all OCD about it. If added a little bit of charm to the house! Nothing in life was perfect (except for Brooks, of course!) so I left it like that and made my way out into the hall.
We’d scraped and painted the entire house, me with a respirator on the entire time to make sure nothing potentially toxic reached our baby down in my belly, and the whole place—at least from the inside—looked practically brand new.
I took the stairs, which Brooks had completely redone with hardwood, to the first floor where he was working on the living room. As I entered, I saw what he was so eager for me to see.
Not only had Brooks replaced the stairs, but he’d also just finished sanding down the old floors and refinishing them. He held out a hand so I wouldn’t come into the room, as the floors were wet with finish and he had a fan blowing so the fumes and vapors wouldn’t get into the rest of the house. But I was still able to admire them from the bottom of the stairs.
“Wow,” I smiled. “Those look incredible, Brooks!”
I don’t know what kind of wood they were, but it was a perfect shade that wasn’t too light and wasn’t too dark.
“They won’t shine that much once the finish dries,” he said, coming over to me. “But they’ll still be brilliant.”
I looked at the walls, an off-white color we’d settled on, the mantelpiece Brooks had repaired and now the beautiful wooden floors that had been repaired beyond anything I could have imagined. It still wasn’t a mansion or a multi-million-dollar home (or even a million-dollar one), but it was home—our home that we’d made together.
“They’re perfect,” I told him.
“Come outside,” he told me. “Just while the finish starts to dry. I have the fans on but I just want to be extra careful.”
