by Aspen Grey
“More juice?” Brooks asked as he came into the bedroom.
“You’re wonderful,” I smiled. He sat down beside me on the bed, which now had actual real bedding on it, and poured me a glass. “I don’t know why I like it so much lately—I never did before, but I just can’t stop drinking it!”
“I liked grape juice when I was younger,” he told me. “But hey—whatever makes you happy, right?”
“You make me happy,” I said as he handed me the glass. Taylor stirred against my chest as I gulped it down.
“Mind if I take him?” Brooks asked. I nodded as I finished off the glass. Brooks lifted his son into his arms and began rocking him. I loved how nurturing he became when he held him. The fierce, tough, strong alpha that I knew he was vanished away immediately and was replaced with a caring, loving, attentive father. He was perceptive and always knew when I needed something or when his son was feeling unhappy or uncomfortable. And despite having to run around all over the place on my behalf, he never once complained.
I set the glass down and sighed. “God, they really don’t prepare you for this, do they?”
“Who?” Brooks chuckled.
“You know—they,” I smiled.
“Don’t prepare you for what?”
“Being a father,” I replied. “It’s just so incredible. It’s almost like I can’t remember what my life was like before this, you know?”
Brooks nodded. “It’s kind of like a new chapter in a book, or a sequel to a really good movie.”
“Hmmm,” I thought. “Yeah, but you always remember that last chapter or that first movie. No—I think it’s more like being a caterpillar.”
Brooks laughed. “What now?”
“You know—I was this caterpillar before, just scrunching his way along the branches of the trees, eating leaves or whatever. And then I cocooned—aka got pregnant—and then blossomed into a beautiful butterfly when my baby boy came!”
“That’s quite the analogy,” Brooks smiled as he bounced Taylor in his arms.
“You know they say that caterpillars completely liquefy when they are cocooned, but then when they return as butterflies, still have all their old memories from when they were a caterpillar?”
Brooks frowned and nodded at the same time. “So…you’re saying you’re a butterfly now?”
“Sure,” I laughed, throwing my hands up in the air. “I don’t know how to explain it. Let’s just say I’m enjoying my new role as a dad.”
“That makes two of us,” he replied. “So—how long until we find an alpha to give us forty grand for him?”
My jaw fell open. “Brooks!” I gasped, trying not to laugh. “Did you really just say that?”
Brooks grinned like a devil and pretended like he was going to walk out of the room.
“Hey, I need a new car!” he joked. “And this guy might be worth enough to get me one!”
“Stop it!” I yelped.
“Too soon?” he chuckled as he came back over to me. I couldn’t help but laugh as he lay down.
“Oh, god,” I grimaced. “You sure you don’t want to be a stand-up comedian or something?”
“That would help with the bills. Speaking of which, I was thinking about picking up some shifts at the lumber mill in town. I know we want to be as self-sufficient up here as we can be, but we’re still going to need a bit of cash for things. And I might be able to get wood for cheap there to use on the house.”
“If you want to, baby,” I told him. It was a good idea, but I didn’t want to be a nagging spouse, so I left the decision up to him. “But maybe after Taylor isn’t such a handful?”
“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” he replied.
I lay my head against his shoulder, one hand on little Taylor’s leg. It was plump and soft like a freshly baked baguette. I just wanted to nibble all over him—eat him up! It was impossible how cute newborns were…or maybe it was just my newborn.
Taylor’s scent was strong beside me, coating the room like a protective barrier. I felt shielded in my bedroom, and after what he’d done with Mark, I felt safer than ever. My father hadn’t come around, nor did I expect him to. And that was fine with me. Reconciling with a man who would sell his own son just didn’t seem possible—nor was it anything I wanted to try to do.
I’d moved on, started my own life and my own family and had my own son that I would never treat the same way. All I wanted to do was give him a perfect life. I wanted him to grow up, be happy, learn about the world, try things and learn from his mistakes, enjoy himself and find a beautiful alpha that would treat him right.
Brooks and I both wanted to give him the home that neither of us had ever had. We were two guys that could have broken, but instead we found each other and instead of even bending, made each other stronger.
“How’s your shoulder?” I asked him. “Does it still hurt?”
Brooks glanced over at the bandage wrapping the puncture wounds Mark had given him, but he only shrugged. “It’s nothing.”
“Oh, you’re so big and tough,” I told him. “Are you sure you don’t want to see that woman…what was her name?”
“Clarice?” he suggested.
“Clarice! That’s it. Alexander’s healer?”
“I think I’m good,” he replied. “Unless it gets infected and filled with puss or something…”
“Okay, ew!”
My mate leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, then gently began stroking my hair. I opened my arms, letting him know I wanted to hold the baby again. He handed him back to me and I cuddled up with him in the bed like a mother bird getting comfortable in her nest.
“You know how much I love this, right?” Brooks asked me. I looked up into his gorgeous green eyes and smiled.
“That makes two of us.”
“There’s just one teeny-tiny little problem,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“I really want to fuck your brains out, but I can’t!”
I gasped and jokingly put both hands over Taylor’s ears. But of course I was thrilled to hear it.
“Well, that makes two of us,” I replied. “And don’t worry, it won’t be long before you can.”
EPILOGUE
Brooks
Six months later…
I watched Eric’s post-baby booty bounce against my hard strokes as I fucked him from behind on the bed while our little baby boy lay sleeping in the other room.
“Hnnng, fuck me, baby!” Eric cried out. His fists clenched the baby blue comforter as I held him tight around the waist. I watched as every inch of my cock slid in and out of him, glistening with his slick, his sweet little omega asshole gripping it tightly like it was trying to hold me inside of him.
“Take my cock,” I growled. I spanked him hard, causing him to buck and arch his back, which of course turned me on even more. So, I spanked him again to get the same response. I snatched him by the hair, which had gotten long since Taylor’s arrival, and pulled hard. Of course I grabbed a fistful and not just the end strands which would hurt rather than feel good.
I bent him back as far as I could, loving the curves of his body and the way it made his ass look. His ratio—the width of his shoulders to his waist to his booty—was insane. I sniffed his scent into my lungs as I pounded him and reached around to grab his cock. But as good as he looked, I wanted to see the rest of him.
I slid out and we both gasped at the feeling of loss. But I had him by the waist and spun him onto his back immediately. His dick stood up straight like a ship’s mast out of his little tuft of chestnut pubic hair. He was a wet mess of precum and slick, which made it easy for me to begin stroking him while I fucked him. I felt my own orgasm approaching, but I didn’t slow down. After all, I had been practicing!
I pulled out and exploded everywhere. My first shot was thick and went all the way up to his chest. It was so much that I actually heard it when it hit his skin. Eric groaned and scooped some of it up with his finger and sucked it off. He’d gotten s
o dirty and liked to play as my total submissive. In life we were full equals, but in the bedroom he wanted to be dominated.
I kept coming, and focused my last drops onto his cock and balls, which I knew turned him on.
“Ah, look at it,” he groaned as he ran his hands up and down his body, twisting on the bed like a playmate. “So hot. You have more for me?”
“You know I do,” I grinned as I slid back inside him.
The old Brooks would have grimaced and not been able to handle it. Hell, most alphas (or even humans) can’t go right back in after they come. It’s just too sensitive and you’re spent. Your dick is ready to go down and you’re ready to go to sleep, but after the first time Eric and I fucked and I came twice, I knew I could push it even farther.
And I’d been practicing…
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, pushing away the oversensitivity, the tickle that you got right after you blew your load, and instead kept my mind on the tightness of his hole, the way his slick coated my cock and how deep I was able to go inside of him. I didn’t stop until I bottomed out, causing him to groan like someone in the middle of a super intense workout.
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You’re going to kill me!”
“You can take it,” I told him, grinding my dick against his sweet spot. There were no bounds to my lust for my mate. His caramel mocha latte scent had me drooling over myself day and night, and his body had my dick hard more than was convenient. It wasn’t rare that I had to stop what I was doing and take him for a nice quickie. Of course, he didn’t mind—as long as he didn’t have Taylor in his arms.
“I can take it!” he groaned back, slapping the bed with one hand. “Give it to me!”
His dirty talk drove me crazy and allowed me to focus more on how good he felt and less on just how sensitive my cock was. I grabbed the back of his knees and spread his legs wide open like a Thanksgiving turkey. He moved his hand to his cock and rubbed it as I fucked him. I watched his balls bounce and his abs flex with each stroke.
Suddenly, I wanted something different, and grabbed hold of Eric and spun onto my back holding him with me. He was riding me—but not really. I was still in control. I had to be. I just was so horny for him that I wasn’t able to sit back and relax and let him take over. I also don’t think he wanted me to. In fact, I knew he didn’t.
“Yes,” I moaned as I moved his hips on top of me. I looked at his cock as it stood straight out from his body. He was on his knees, but I lifted him and forced him to get his feet underneath him so he was squatting down. I loved the position. He braced himself against my abs with his hands.
“Make me ride you, baby,” he told me as I grabbed his ass firmly with both hands. He’d come in this position once and sprayed cum all over my stomach. It had been so fucking hot and I hoped he could do it again for me.
“You wanna come for me?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he nodded effusively as he began to stroke his cock faster. But I slapped his hand away.
“No,” I scolded him. “Hands-free.”
Eric’s eyes lit up. It was something we’d been working on for a while now, trying to get him to come purely from internal stimulation with my dick rubbing up against his spot. It was something I’d only ever seen in pornos but desperately wanted one of us to be able to do. So, while I was training my multiple orgasms, he was working on focusing on being able to come hands-free.
“Try and do it, baby,” I told him. Eric nodded, closed his eyes and began to focus. Even though I was the one mostly in control, he slowed himself on top of me and shifted to longer strokes, but still kept my dick deep inside of him. He wanted all the pressure on his spot—that was how he’d get there.
I felt a change inside him. He began to tighten up even more. His spot expanded, swelled against my tip.
It’s happening, I thought. He’s going to be able to do it!
“Baby…” he whispered.
“I feel it,” I told him. “Just keep focusing on it. Focus on my dick in your ass—how good it feels. Relax and give yourself over to it.”
Eric breathed deep. I know he was taking in my scent, using it as more aphrodisiac to spur him on. I took one of my hands off his ass, and using just my fingertips, caressed his stomach and chest, tracing the lines of his body. He was very sensitive on his abs, and my touch made him shiver. And that was all it took.
“Fuck, baby!” Eric cried out, lurching his hips forward. “I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna come!”
“Do it, baby,” I urged him. “Do it!”
“I’m coming!”
Eric’s cock flexed up and expanded as his cum streamed out of him. A pearly white rope landed on my chest, right between my pec muscles and I groaned with delight as it kept pumping out of him. With each shot his cock jumped and his balls tightened. He leaned back impossibly far and braced himself on the bed with one hand behind him, his cock almost aiming straight up in the air as he kept coming.
“Ho-lee-shit!” he stammered. More of his juices rained down on my abs and as I watched how beautiful he was, just how deliciously sexy, I came too.
“Fuck, baby! I’m coming too!”
“YES!”
My cock unleashed inside of him, exploding with my second load of our session. It was even more intense than the last. I couldn’t handle him moving on it while I came, so I grabbed his hips and tugged him down on it, burying every inch inside of him so he was basically sitting on me. His body quivered and his legs snapped together. He groaned and almost toppled over as I came.
But I held him tight and bent him down and kissed him. I slid my tongue between his lips and probed his mouth as my cum shot into him. It was unbelievable. I came so hard it almost hurt.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Eric kept repeating as he pulled his lips from mine. I lapped at his neck like a hungry dog. I could taste his sweat. It made me feel even more like we were one. There wasn’t an inch of his body where I wouldn’t put my tongue—or hadn’t already. “I did it. I fucking did it.”
“You did,” I whispered as my cock jerked one final time with my second orgasm. “How was it?”
“Oh…” he moaned, brushing some hair from his face. I kissed his jaw and ear. “It was unbelievable. So strange to come without using your hands, you know? But, Brooks—wow!”
“Well, you know what this means, right?” I asked him as I began to slowly pump inside of him.
“What?”
“It means I have to get one more,” I smiled. “So that I will have achieved my goal too.”
“You think you can do it? You can come again?”
I sat up and flipped Eric back onto his back so quickly his eyes went wide with surprise. My second orgasm had hit me like a train and I was lightheaded, but I was determined to get my third in this time. He’d done his hands-free and I wanted to get my third. Hell, I’d been working on it for six months and always managed to be able to do two (most of the time) but the third had been elusive, evading me whenever I got close. And now, I wanted it.
I closed my eyes and replayed his orgasm in my mind, thought about his beautiful omega cock as it jerked and fountained cum all over me. I could still feel it, hot and sticky against my abs as I pounded him. My dick was practically bursting with sensation, like a water pipe so backed up with pressure it was about to explode.
But I knew that if I could get through the overwhelming sensations, I’d reach that point where my third and final orgasm was hiding. I just didn’t know what to expect when I found it.
“You feel so good, baby,” Eric told me. He knew how much I loved it when he talked to me, and he was doing whatever he could to help me get there. “Your alpha cock is so big. I can feel your hot load in my ass.”
“Yes…” I muttered. “Talk to me baby.”
“You’re so strong and hot,” he continued. “I love your cock. It’s so deep inside me. You fuck me so good—better than anybody ever could.”
“Shit, baby. You’re so sexy.�
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I explored his body with my hands while I kept my eyes closed. I felt him everywhere—his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his abs, his waist and the top of his ass that I could grip while he lay beneath me. I traced his legs and grabbed his balls and felt his cock which was still semi-hard even after his orgasm.
His body was mine. He was mine. He was the father of my child and the ideal omega—the only one I would ever need.
I felt a golden glimmer within me. It was my third orgasm, right there, like I could reach out and touch it, a flickering flame inside that was ready to flare into a full-blown fire. All I needed was a little push and I’d go over the edge.
“I’m almost there, baby!” I said with excitement.
Eric didn’t reply. He simply reached out and grabbed my balls and tugged slightly, using just enough pressure that it tightened the skin of my dick as well and amplified the sensations. That was all it took.
“I’M COMING!”
I shouted and roared at the same time, threw my head back and groaned as my third orgasm rocked my fucking world.
I buried my dick inside him with such intensity that I almost worried I had hurt him. But I couldn’t help myself. I could do nothing but surrender to the most incredible orgasm of my life. But it wasn’t just that—the physical sensations—it was the fact that we’d both achieved something incredible with each other. We’d set goals for our life and met them, and set goals for our sex life and met them too.
As I slumped down on top of my mate, my cock still pulsing gently inside his ass, I brought my lips to his and gently sucked. He wrapped his loving arms around my body and held me close and stroked the back of my neck with his fingertips.
“So hot, baby,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Only for you,” I told him. “Only for you.”
I heard Taylor’s little gurgle on the baby monitor and knew he was probably a couple of minutes away from wanting a feeding. Slowly, I slid out of my mate and lay at his side and looked at him.
