“The pheromones—they’re intense.” He shrugged, as if that answered anything, much less everything. “Let’s get you a cool shower and feed you.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re going to need it.” He helped me up and to the bathroom where he ran a far-too-cool shower for me, only it wasn’t too cool. It was like I needed it.
“Wash your hair and your toes and everything in between, but do yourself a favor and don’t play with my cock.” He opened the curtain for me to go in. He was still completely dressed.
“How can I play with it if you are out here and dressed?”
His eyes went straight to my erection. Huh. When did that happen?
“That is mine.” He pulled the curtain shut and I went to work washing my hair and toes and everything in between like he told me, ever grateful we’d already talked about my first heat and how I wanted to handle it, because right now my head was a foggy mess, and no conversation would be happening.
“Are you done, my boy?”
“Yes?” He pulled open the curtain.
“Let me help.” He guided my head under the water. “You forgot to rinse.”
Did I? Of course I did. Why else would he be getting wet to rinse it out? “Let’s get you dried off and fed.”
His phone went off while he was wrapping my robe around me, my hair already dry. “You take such good care of me.”
“That’s what mates do.” He kissed my forehead. “Now sit here for a half a minute.”
He ran off into the next room, the door unbolting startling me until I remembered he ordered food for us.
I got up and padded into the other room as the door was closing. “Need help?”
“Didn’t they teach you how to be safe in sex ed class?” He sighed as he re-bolted the door. “Never be near an open door when you’re in heat.” Shit. That was a thing. What other things was I forgetting?
“Sorry,” I mumbled as I retrieved one of the bags. “This is a lot of food.”
“Heat can last a week and you’re going to want to eat.” He grabbed two bags and brought them to the kitchen area, with me on his heels.
“This is my first heat.” Which, duh, he already knew, but for some reason I felt it needed saying.
“Mine too, but don’t worry. We’ve got this.” He set his bags down and took mine from me.
“I thought it would be fun and sexy and... not feeling sick.” This was the anticlimax of all anticlimaxes.
“And it will be as soon as—”
I grabbed the counter as a wave of lust shot through me. It made the intensity of my attraction that night at the pub look like how one felt about a newspaper. My erection, which hadn’t subsided, now ached... begging for the touch of his fingers—his lips—heck, my fingers would do. I reached down and my hand was stopped by Devlin.
“Eat first, Chance.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. Why weren’t those lips on my cock... lapping at my aching hole... worshiping my balls?
“Please.” It came out as a needy whine, and fuck it... it was exactly that.
“Remember in college?”
“We didn’t go to college together.” He was old—older, anyway. What was he talking about? Why wasn’t his mouth on me already?
“Focus, love. Focus.” He waited until I met his eyes to continue. “You know how you don’t break the seal until you absolutely have to?”
“What? Like, hold off on taking a leak when you’re drinking? Are you seriously comparing my heat to peeing? Ewww.” I wrinkled up my nose. “It’s the same principle. Once you come—you’re going to have to come again and again and again. It’s best to hold off and eat breakfast first.” He was logic-ing away my orgasms.
One climax after another sounded damn near perfect.
“I fail to see the problem, and how do you even know this? I thought this was your first heat.” Or was it first with me? Of course. That had to be it. How could some omega not have asked him to ride out his heat with him? He was sexy and kind and gorgeous and sweet and bossy and freaking perfect.
Mine.
“It is, and I learned it in school during sex ed.” He didn’t explain further and I didn’t need him to. I needed his mouth for other things, and from the sounds of it, that wasn’t happening until I used mine to eat.
Also, sex ed here officially sucked because he knew more about my body than I did and not even in the fun way.
“If I eat, then you can make this go away?” I looked down at my tented robe.
“I can only try.” I thought he had been teasing. How wrong I was.
He sat me at the table with a bowl of fruit salad and made quick work of putting away the groceries. “I ate it all.” I held up my empty bowl. “Kisses now?”
“Gods, you’re killing me. I’m trying to do this right—to make this everything you need—and there you are sitting there looking so sexy. My cock probably has a dent on it from where the zipper is cutting in, I’m so hard right now.” He took my bowl from me and put it in the sink only to come back with a plate of meats and cheeses. When did he make that? “You need protein first.”
“And then…”
“Promise.”
I had that food in my belly so quickly, I was going to be sorry later, but not now. No, now I was ready for relief... sweet relief.
“Let’s go, my sweet boy.” He held his hand out for me and I grabbed it, standing up. “Before you get your reward, you need to be punished.” I froze in my spot and he leaned in, his breath along my neck sending shivers through me as he continued, “You stayed in bed and I think you need a good spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I bolted to our bed, dropping the robe along the way.
We had teased about spanking, but this would be our first foray, and I couldn’t wait.
I leaned over the bed, bracing myself with my arms. “Like this, Daddy?” I called over my shoulder.
“You look like you are enjoying the notion of Daddy reddening your pert ass a bit too much.” He sat down on the bed. “Now quit thinking you are in control and get over here.”
I righted myself and stepped over to him. He situated me so I was draped across his denim-clad ass, my cock pressed against his jeans. “Are you comfortable, my sweet boy—aside from needing to come?”
“Yes.” I squirmed in his lap, and that was when the first smack echoed in the room. It was significantly louder than painful—and really, painful wasn’t quite the right word. Sure, it stung a bit, but it also gave just the right pressure to my cock that it completely moved past pain and into pleasure.
“You squirm like that and I’ll have to stop before you come.” He thought I would—dear gods, he was going to make me come with a spanking session.
“I’ll be good,” I vowed, not only to him but also myself.
“One.” His hand came down, followed by a soft rub. “Two.” Another slap, another rub. He continued in this pattern each and every time, my cock getting more and more pressure, my climax closer and closer.
“I want to come,” I whimpered at ten. “Please, Daddy, please make me come.”
This time he picked up speed, one cheek and then the other, in quick, less powerful rapid succession, and by the time he hit sixteen, my balls had tightened up, and by eighteen they emptied, my cum spurting between us as I called out his name. My body shook with the power of my orgasm, and I collapsed like a wet noodle, my head now dangling across the bed, my body wrung out... except it wasn’t.
“Devlin.” I tried to get up as I realized what was going on. “Help me up, please.” He immediately did, standing to join me.
“What is it, omega mine?”
“I’m... I’m... I’m still hard.” I looked down. There was definitely cum everywhere on me, and as I peeked over, on my mate. I hadn’t imagined my orgasm, but it also did nothing to reduce my erection, my still-painfully-hard erection.
“That will happen more than once. It’s normal, my love. Let me get a cloth to clean you up.�
�� He walked away and I just stood there, processing it all until suddenly I didn’t have the brain power to even do that.
“Devlin,” I called.
“Right here.” He stood in front of me with a cloth and made quick work of the mess. “Is that what you needed?”
“No.”
“Can you tell me what you need?” He chucked the cloth into the hamper.
“I need your lips... everywhere, and I need mine—let me suck you off like in the bar.” I suddenly needed to taste him more than my next breath.
“Is that what my boy needs? Does he need a cock to suck on?” I nodded my head up and down. “Then on your knees. I have too many clothes on.”
There it was. That sexy bossy voice, the one telling me what to do—taking away my need to think—giving me a freedom I never had by taking control from me and making my decisions for me. This was what I needed.
I had his pants down around his ankles. “If you suck Daddy real good—I will fuck your slick hole with my tongue as I stroke you off and then I will clean you off with my mouth.” I swallowed deeply. “My boy likes the sound of that, doesn’t he?”
I nodded.
“Words, sweet boy. Give me your words.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want your tongue fucking me and then cleaning my cum off of my body.”
“Then…” I stared up at him, waiting for my next direction. “You want me to tell you every single thing I want.” It wasn’t a question. “How did I get so lucky to have a mate so perfectly designed just for me? Now open your mouth... I want to feed you my cock, and then, once you take it all, I want to feel you swallow. That will feel so good, having you swallow me whole like that… but not quite good enough. No. I will need you to fuck me with your mouth the way you want me to fuck you later when you’ve finally earned my knot.”
I opened as wide as I could, and as he slowly entered my mouth, I gave him complete control, completely coming undone beneath him only to find myself still erect. This was going to be a long week and it might just kill me, but what a way to go.
24
Devlin
“Again,” Chance whined. “Just one more orgasm, I promise.”
He’d been making that promise for days, but we both knew he was lying. He was just needy and hard, and I couldn’t blame him for not thinking clearly. Hell, I couldn’t think straight either, when the air was filled with pheromones and Chance was waving his delicious slick-coated ass in my face.
“Just one more? You’re sure this time?” I teased.
“Yes, please. I’ll be good. Just take care of me. Pleeeeeease,” he wailed, rocking back and forth on the bed so that his cock swung wide in an arc.
I leaned over him and ran my tongue up his length, from root to tip, and he gave a little shiver of delight. “I will always take care of you. You’re my boy,” I whispered against his flesh.
Chance’s hips gave a little jerk so that the tip of his cock nudged my lips. I wanted to draw this out, tease him mercilessly, but I knew this was not the time. He could not be sated, and teasing my poor mate while he was in heat just seemed cruel. No, there would be plenty of time for that later. A lifetime of later.
My body was begging for rest. My muscles were aching, and I was so sleep-deprived that I couldn’t remember what day it was. But Chance was my focus now. He was my whole life, my everything. His needs came before all else.
Sometimes we made love, sweet and slow, while other times, Chance wanted to straddle me and ride me like a cowboy, pounding down, relentless. Other times, he needed me to be his daddy, feeding and washing him, even coaxing him to sleep when he was too exhausted to continue. It was far too easy for him to forget about the little things when he was so single-minded. Through it all, he had one need that took priority.
I wrapped my hand around Chance’s erection and slowly lowered my mouth, swallowing around him. He let out a guttural moan from the back of his throat. “More,” he groaned.
I knew one finger in his hole wouldn’t be enough to sate him, but maybe to tide him over, draw this out. Of course, I couldn’t ignore his needy whimpers and begging. One finger quickly became two, and then three. I drove my fingers into his ass, but even still, it wasn’t enough. Only one thing could satisfy him in the way he longed to be filled.
A heat frenzy was no joke. I’d had dozens of orgasms this week, and I knew it was impossible to even try to keep up with Chance. He was completely insatiable, but I could pleasure him in other ways. My fingers were pruney from spending so much time in his slick hole, and my palm still tingled from all the spanking. But even now, with Chance’s ridged cock against my tongue, I could feel myself growing hard again. It was as if my body was adjusting to Chance’s needs, taking less time to recover before I could go again.
One more, he promised. I could most definitely knot my mate once more.
“Flip over,” I directed Chance, and even though he was clearly exhausted, he obeyed my instruction. I needed the right angle to get as deep as I could, make sure he could feel every inch.
I guided him into a puppy pose, his shoulders low and his ass straight in the air in front of me. “Gods, I love your ass,” I praised, smoothing my palm over his cheeks, still pink from his last spanking. No spanking this time, though. “You’re such a good boy, Chance. I think you need your reward.”
“Yes!” he chirped. “I’ve been so good for you, Daddy. What will you give me?”
I lined myself up with his puckered entrance. “Hmm, do you think you have earned… one inch?” I nudged the head inside, eliciting a tiny gasp from Chance.
“I’ve earned at least two,” he whined, trying to drive his hips back.
I held him in place but did oblige with a second inch. “If you can stay very still, maybe I will reward you with even more.”
His body stilled beneath me, but I could sense the lingering tension. He was barely holding on by a thread. Teasing aside, my own balls were aching for a release. My body knew exactly what was expected of me, how it needed to perform, and it was ready. I drew in a breath, the air heady and pungent, urging me on, drawing my hips forward without even being fully aware that I was doing it. I just suddenly found myself flush against my omega’s ass, balls deep and ready for me.
I gripped Chance’s hips and pulled back, driving forward once again, going as deep as I could. “Yes, Daddy. Reward me!” he cried.
I drew back and lunged forward again, and again, increasing my pace until I was pistoning in and out at a tremendous speed, slick pouring from Chance’s ass to drip down his legs and soak into the sheets. “Yes… yes…” I could hear his building peak drawing nearer.
I reached around with one hand, wrapping my palm around Chance’s cock, pumping with my hand and my hips in tandem.
“Oh, shit. My sweet boy, you were made for me. So perfect.”
With a guttural cry, Chance gave a jerk and shudder, his cum coating my hand and the bed beneath us. I felt a heat from deep in my core, my balls tightening, and then, my orgasm rolled through me, filling my mate with my seed, followed quickly by the unfurling of my knot. It expanded deep into his channel, linking our bodies together.
We collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted to care about the filthy sheets. I stayed where I was, locked to Chance, and curled myself around him, cradling him against me while we drifted off into a much-needed nap.
I awoke to Chance’s face inches from mine. “Gah! Why are you so close?”
He gave a giggle. “I’ve been watching you sleep for ages, sleepyhead. Took you long enough.”
“Well, somebody has worked me hard this week. Seems I was a tad sleepy. Go figure.” I reached up and tweaked his nose, making him giggle again.
I took in Chance’s smiling face, his eyes clear. “Is my boy feeling better?” I asked.
He gave a nod. “Yes, thank you, Daddy. You did a perfect job taking care of me. See? I told you I only needed one more.”
My brow crinkled as I thought it through. “I don’t think it’s bee
n long enough. Are you sure you’re feeling better? You don’t need me to help you come again? I’m well rested now, I can go again.”
“I mean, I would never say no to sex, but I don’t feel that same driving need that I did before.”
I lifted the blanket and took a peek at Chance’s crotch, and sure enough, his erection had finally abated. “Hmm, what day is it?”
“I dunno. Tuesday?” he said, smacking my hand and tugging the blanket back down.
I tucked it back up against his chin, taking the opportunity to confirm that his body temperature had gone back to normal. “I was expecting a few more days, at least. This isn’t like what they described in sex ed.”
“Maybe it’s just because it’s my first heat. Maybe the next one will be longer.” He shrugged, but it still left me feeling a little confused.
“Yeah, maybe.” I rolled out of bed.
“Hey, where are you going?” Chance asked with a pout. “Just because we aren’t having sex, that doesn’t mean you have to leave.”
I booped his adorable nose with a finger. “You, my boy, have been a very energetic young man this week. If you’re feeling better, this is the perfect opportunity to catch up on a snack. Also, a shower.”
Chance frowned and lifted his arm out from under the blanket, giving his armpit a sniff. “Okay, fair enough.” I offered him a hand up and pulled him from the bed.
“Maybe we should do something about these sheets too, or we’ll just get ourselves all dirty again.” I started pulling all the sheets and blankets off the bed.
Chance gave his foot a little stamp. “You’re not doing laundry now, are you? That’s not part of your job description.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Just because you employ people to wash your clothes, that doesn’t mean I’m not capable of doing a few things myself. I looked at my poor naked boy, shivering and hungry. “But,” I amended, “there’ll be plenty of time to do laundry later. Let’s get you cleaned up and fed. And then, we can just crawl into my bed afterward. It’s clean.”
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