by Aiden Bates
Well, with him.
“You, ah. You held up pretty well, you know.” I cast a coy, side-long glance Logan’s way and watched as he nearly choked on a mouthful of Lo Mein.
“Mm.” Logan thumped his chest once, then swallowed. “Glad someone notices.”
“How could I not?” I raised an eyebrow, tentative to push the matter further but too curious to stop myself. “You been having…omega troubles, then?”
It was hard to imagine a man like Logan having trouble with anything, let alone omegas. If half the omega population of Fort Greene only knew what Logan and I had just done in my bed, they’d die of envy. The other half would want to kill me out of it.
“No, no.” Logan shook his head, turning his fork over in his hand as his brow knitted together. “I’ve got… Well, I’ve got a heart murmur. High cholesterol.”
“With your lifestyle?” My eyebrows shot up toward my hairline. “That sounds impossible. You normally eat like some kind of health-conscious warrior-saint.”
“Genetic, I suppose.” Logan lifted another forkful of noodles up from his plate like a toast. “Guess it can’t hurt to let loose a little now I know it’s not my diet that’s doing me in.”
“I like you letting loose,” I admitted.
“Going to have to get used to it.” Logan shook his head, shoulders slumping slightly. “The army figures I’m just about all used up. Want to toss me out over it.”
“They want to retire you?” I swallowed hard, blinking in surprise. Logan had been a military man since before I was born. His entire identity was so tied up in his service it was unthinkable to me that he’d be taken away from it. I could only imagine how unthinkable it must have been for him. “I’m so sorry, Logan. I had no idea.”
“Had to happen eventually.” Through the gruffness of his voice I could hear a tinge of sadness, too. If the end of his service was an inevitability, it obviously wasn’t one he’d come to terms with yet. “Joined up when I was eighteen. All I’ve known up to this point has been salutes and combat boots.”
“You’re good at it,” I agreed. “Jason and Teddy used to talk about it all the time. You should’ve heard Teddy on the playground at school—‘My dad’s in the military, he can definitely beat up your dad!’ And Jason…”
“Jason followed me right into it. Lost him forever because of it.” Logan’s fork clinked to his plate. “Being in the military was all I’d ever wanted to do—and look where it’s gotten me. My husband left me because I was more attached to the uniform than I was to him. My twin brother died, and I wasn’t even around to hear his last words because I was on base at the time. One son dead. The other, moved on.” He cleared his throat, picking up his fork again only to push a stray pea around his plate. “Not quite sure what I’m even good for anymore, without the Army to keep me busy.”
I watched him move his food around for a little bit before reaching out to grab his wrist. “Logan… I’m not an expert on the subject or anything, but it sounds like… Well, it sounds like you’re depressed.”
Logan glanced down at my hold on his wrist, tensing his forearm beneath my grasp then relaxing. “And I suppose you think sex is the answer to that problem, huh?”
I licked my lips, moving my plate to the nightstand and putting Logan’s alongside it. “Of course not, no. But you know how some of us omegas are when we’re in heat.”
“Mm.” Logan inhaled slowly as I moved closer. “I have some idea, sure.”
“And if you want to feel useful…” I wound my arms around Logan’s neck, giving him my most grateful set of bedroom eyes as I worked my way across his lap, straddling his hips and hugging them firm with my thighs. Our cocks pressed together, mine already half-hard and his quickly stiffening at my touch. “You’re here now. And we’ve already broken so many rules…” I smiled softly, staring down at him with a resurgence of hunger that General Tso’s and Crab Rangoon couldn’t satisfy. “Might as well stay for the ride?”
“You’d like that, Bennet?” He moved his fingers toward my sides, stopping them just before they came in contact with my skin.
“I’d like that a lot, Sergeant,” I breathed.
A low moan rose up from Logan’s throat at my use of his title. He finally stroked his fingers over my ribs, smoothing down them until he settled his hands around my hips. “Well, it’s not like I don’t have the time.”
11
Logan
Three days. Three whole days of sucking, fucking, moaning and thrusting, and I was finally beginning to remember what it felt like to be so tired. I cracked my neck as I disentangled myself from the sheets, still naked from our last roll in them together. I’d managed to get Bennet off me long enough to go grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from my house, and they were still lying on the floor from where he’d torn them off of me as soon as I returned. Every muscle in my body was aching in a way I hadn’t felt since I went through basic training all those years ago, which was almost impressive, all things considered. Working out daily for most of my life had prepared me for a lot, but apparently not for a twenty-three-year-old omega in the most intense heat of his life. Barely a moment had gone by over the last seventy-two hours where I hadn’t been either inside Bennet, basking in the afterglow or getting ready to go all over again. It was incredible, and it was delicious, and frankly, it was starting to make my balls hurt.
Bennet Long was young, in heat and insatiable, and as it was, I was the only man who could do anything to cure him of it. We were lucky I’d managed to fuck him hard enough that I could slip out of the house on day two and pick up some groceries. With all the calories we were burning everywhere from on top of the kitchen table to between the sheets of his bed, we couldn’t have survived on Chinese take-out for long.
“Alright, sweetheart. Breakfast in bed, as promised.” I had a tray piled heavy with a fresh fruit salad, a spinach and feta omelet, and a big mug of steaming hot herbal tea the omega clerk from the market had suggested might help the partner of a man who “looks as tired as you do”.
Bennet eyed the tray warily as I brought it over to him. “Did you remember the—”
“Waffles?” I placed the tray carefully on his lap as he sat up in bed to inspect its contents. “With blueberries, butter, and extra syrup, as requested. How could I forget?”
“Mm. Well, I figured a man whose favorite lunch is plain tuna on wheat toast might…” Bennet licked his lips, staring the pile of waffles down with a hunger I’d only seen in him when my dick was involved.
“Oh, when your cravings are over, we’re switching back to a strict diet of unsweetened oatmeal and boiled eggs, don’t you worry about that.” I settled into bed next to him, plucking a slice of strawberry off the top of the fruit salad and popping it into my mouth.
“Does that mean that you’re planning on sticking around once my heat is finally done?” Bennet asked, his voice light and teasing.
I set my jaw and narrowed my eyes at him. “Eat your omelet, sweetheart.”
Giggling softly, Bennet shrugged and began to dig in.
As I watched him devour the breakfast I’d whipped up for him, I had to admit to I’d been toying with the idea. Teddy wouldn’t like it one bit, and if Roland ever caught word that I had a twenty-three-year-old boy toy hanging around now I was retired, I’d never hear the end of it. But at the same time, despite the way my cock ached whenever I even thought about letting it get hard again, I’d found myself really enjoying the last few days in Bennet’s bed. Sure, he was handsome, eager, and an incredible lay, but more importantly, he was sweet. Kind. Generous with himself and happy to let me know what he needed.
It was nice, honestly, taking care of him. Not just with my cock—although I was unquestionably enjoying that—but in a very real way by simply doting on him when he so obviously needed it. Playing lover to Bennet Long was keeping me on my toes just as much as he was keeping me off of them, but I couldn’t pretend there was a better way to spend my time. Being with Bennet certainly bea
t watching football in my boxers, being annoyed at Ross, and worrying about how my recruits were faring in my absence.
Actually, all of it was great, but somewhat concerning at the same time. I didn’t know where things would stand between Bennet and me once his heat wore off. Maybe he’d come to regret it as soon as he had full control of his desires again. There was every chance it’d be awkward, especially with him being Teddy’s best friend. Also, in the back of my mind, I still worried about the way we hadn’t used protection those first few times. Bennet had eventually confessed “couldn’t” was more like “improbable”. He’d apologized for not clarifying, but he told me he’d been beyond desperate to have me, and to be honest, I’d been just as desperate to be inside him. However, I’d come back from the store yesterday with a box of condoms, and we agreed we were better off using them than taking the risk. It was a slim chance, sure. After all, it’d taken Roland and me five years to get pregnant with Jason. I was older now, probably less virile than I’d been in my younger days, but it was in my head all the same: what if I did get Bennet pregnant?
If it happened, I’d never hear the end of it from anyone—not Teddy, not Roland, not my recruits.
“This is incredible, Logan,” Bennet said, swallowing a massive mouthful of waffles and grinning at me. “Roland must have been a lucky man, to have this kind of treatment when he was in heat.”
“Not sure that he’d see it that way,” I said. “Teddy ever tell you much about how that marriage played out?”
“Teddy…” Bennet gave me a sympathetic look. “He didn’t like to talk about it much at all, actually. I don’t even know how you and Roland met.”
“I was on leave,” I said, chuckling as I realized the irony of it all. “And Roland, he actually was in heat at the time. Made a point of pampering him as much as I possibly could—and he didn’t have it half as bad as you do, poor thing.”
“Not feeling very poor right now.” Bennet licked his fork clean slowly, leaving my cock twitching at just the sight of his dark pink tongue.
Down, boy, I ordered my dick mentally, flexing my thighs to try and send my stiffness sinking back into remission. For a little while, at least.
“False advertising, he called it. He only realized after we got married and I shipped out again that he wouldn’t be getting pampered like this every time his body decided it was time to make a baby.” I sighed, knowing how it must have sounded. Especially now Bennet was in the same position Roland had been in all those years ago when he’d first met me. Needy, horny, and with me at his complete disposal. For a little while. “Roland always needed more attention than I could give him while I was enlisted. When we eventually made the move here to Fort Greene, I think he finally decided he was sick of it.”
“That’s so hard, though,” Bennet said softly, placing his fork down on the tray. “Having to choose between your work and your husband like that…”
“But I chose the Army.” I nodded solemnly. “And Roland… Well, you know the rest. I regret it sometimes, but I know he must be happier now.”
“I still remember when he left. That was, uh. I guess when I really started to become close friends with Teddy, actually.”
And there it was—that flash of embarrassment in Bennet’s eyes. Fucking his best friend’s dad. Bennet knew it was bad just as well as I did. If it hadn’t been for the fact that it’d been immediately followed with a sultry glance down at my hips, I would’ve believed that he regretted it. Maybe after his heat was over, he actually would.
“I should’ve been a better husband,” I said, feeling a twinge of shame for all of it. “A better father. But I suppose you can’t turn back time for a reason.”
“Maybe now that you’re leaving the Army—”
“Being discharged from the Army,” I was quick to say.
“Well, maybe there’s a chance to move past all of that. Reconnect with Teddy. Viola too, now you’ve got a granddaughter to dote on.”
“Reconnect with my son by spending three days in bed with his best friend?”
Bennet grinned, flushing light pink. “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of…family vacations, Christmas visits and quality time, but…” He laughed. “You know what I meant.”
“I do. Of course. But… I don’t know, Bennet. Maybe I’ve missed my chance for good. Hard to reconnect with a son who lives so many states away, who I never had all that much of a connection with in the first place.”
“No one ever misses a chance when it comes to family.” Bennet shook his head sagely. “I’d like to think I know Teddy pretty well at this point. And I know that if you want to be a part of Viola’s life, Teddy would be more than happy to have you around. He really does love you, Logan. You shouldn’t discount that.”
“I…” I searched for the words to express how much that would’ve meant to me—if I could only believe it—but before I could find them, I drew in a breath and felt all the blood in my body rushing to my cock all over again. Sweet, heady and strong—Bennet’s heat was swelling up again, and despite the way my cock was throbbing, my balls felt completely dry.
We shared a look—mine, intense and cautious, Bennet’s soft and simpering.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to go again just yet,” I said, shaking my head and forcing a little laugh from my throat.
“No?” Bennet shifted the tray of food to the floor, and then crawled toward me on the bed. “Maybe I can…help with that?”
I groaned softly as Bennet gently kissed my hip before suddenly sinking his teeth into the muscle there. He worked his way across my pelvis in nips and licks, half-sensual, half-mad with need.
When Bennet finally found the tip of my cock with his lips, I was so hard I felt dizzy with it. He sucked me slow, whimpering every time he came up then plunging back down like he was a man starving—despite the fact that I’d just seen him demolish the better part of a three-course breakfast.
But that was the thing about Bennet, I supposed. I could feed him waffles to his heart’s content, but when his heat swelled back up and took control of his body, his brain, his cock and his desires… He’d always be hungry for more of me.
He sucked me off for what felt like an hour before my balls finally felt ready to pump out more cum for him. I took him on the mattress, his head cushioned by pillows, his legs wrapped tight around my waist. I had time to slip on a condom, barely, before I heard him beg for it.
“Please, Logan. Give it to me? I want it so bad—want you.”
I penetrated him with just the slightest amount of pressure. He was slick as ever, and after spending so many days being stretched out by my thickness, he was able to take me with ease. I rocked inside him, slow and steady, taking my time about it until I could feel his ass clenching with greater and greater force around my shaft and the tip of my cock was throbbing just against his cervix, so hot it nearly burned me to come so close to it, and yet—
“God,” I swore, pressing my lips firmly against his to stifle any dirty words that might burst through them. I came up gasping, feeling my balls tightening almost painfully as they forced a rush of cum up through my bulging shaft until it exploded from my cock, sending the condom ballooning in response. “Bennet—come with me, sweetheart, give it to me—”
“Logan! God, yes!” Bennet hissed, arching beneath me as his ankles crossed tighter against my back. Pulling me even deeper. Holding me in.
It wasn’t until evening that Bennet finally rested his head against my chest for a final time, my cock slipping out of him as he sighed with relief.
“I think… I think that might be the last of it,” he said, nuzzling against my neck.
“You sure?” I raised an eyebrow as he dismounted my lap and slumped down onto the mattress beside me.
Bennet nodded several times, still looking a little dazed. “Yeah, I can feel it…lifting, I guess. Weird feeling, but I’m not so hot anymore, and… Yeah. Yeah, I think it’s over. For now.”
“Good,” I said with a chu
ckle, pressing a kiss against his temple. “If it lasted any longer I’m not sure my balls would have been able to take it.”
“Your balls held up admirably.” Bennet dipped his lips down to the base of my cock where my cum still dripped from beneath the condom’s band. “As did all of you, actually.” He smiled up at me, flicking his tongue out for a final taste of my cum. “Thank you for sticking around, Logan. And, just…for all of that.”
“Happy to be of service.” I glanced over to the clock on his nightstand, half-impressed at how late it was—and how long we’d been fucking for, on and off, all day long. “Christ, it’s nearly midnight.”
“Mm. You should be getting home, I guess.” His voice was tinged with disappointment, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. “You don’t have to stay, you know.”
“It’s…pretty late,” I said, shifting my gaze to Bennet’s full, almost pouting, cum-slickened lips. “Staying one more night wouldn’t be the worst thing, would it?”
Bennet’s smile returned slowly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
As he settled his head on my chest, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders to hold him against me, I breathed in and verified that the full strength of Bennet’s heat seemed to have finally let up. The sweetness of him still lingered—probably because I was wearing just as much of his sweat as I was my own at this point—but it wasn’t nearly so intense.
And yet…
Bennet purred as he closed his eyes, his head growing heavier and heavier against my chest by the minute.
And yet, I was still feeling things for him, even though his heat had broken. Protective things. Downright territorial things. Things I hadn’t felt in years. I found myself wondering where he’d be the next time his heat hit. If maybe I should stick around for as long as he’d let me, just to make sure there wasn’t some other alpha to fill up his ass with cock and his womb with cum the next time Bennet needed to spend three days orgasming in bed.
