Page 26 of True for You

“I love you,” I tell him before ducking down, putting my hands on either side of Christopher’s body, kissing his lips. He surrenders to my touch, melting against the mattress as my tongue pushes past his lips, touching his own. God, he always tastes so goddamn good, even more so now that he’s going into heat. My right hand skims down his side, his skin hot to the touch.

My mouth moves away from his lips, licking across his jawline before ducking down to his neck. I open my lips, letting my sharp teeth run across the skin of his throat, a gentle tease of what’s to come. A growl forces its way out of my throat as I feel Christopher shiver below me.

“Love you, too,” Christopher murmurs before a moan is pulled from his lips. His hands grip my sides, digging in borderline painfully, but I don’t shy away or tell him to stop. No, if anything I wantmore. “Want you, alpha.”

I hum against his skin, smiling from ear to ear. “Let’s get you out of these,” I murmur before sitting up, snagging Christopher’s shorts and tugging them down. I toss them over my shoulder, trying to play it cool but the move just forces giggles from both of us.

“Okay, hot shot. Get down here and kiss me some more.”

“With pleasure.”

We crawl higher up the bed so Christopher can lay his head back against the pillows. I lay on my side, tucked against the side of Christopher’s body. My hard dick lays against his hip but I don’t thrust against him. With the smell of his heat and the warmth of his body against my own, if I start thrusting now I’m not sure I’ll keep myself from coming against his hip. Can’t be having that when I want so desperately to knot my omega and help sate his heat.

My right hand slides down his body, just touching him because I can. He squirms against the sheets, his cheeks bright red with arousal. “You look beautiful, baby.”

Christopher whimpers at the praise, the smell of his slick hitting my nose in waves. Fuck, he smells so good. My inner alpha wants to bury his face at the source. Maybe someday. For now, I focus on touching Christopher the way he loves and make sure he’s ready for my cock.

“Can I touch you lower? Can I finger you, Christopher?”

“Fuck, yes. Please, Parker.”

Christopher spreads his thighs for me, giving me access to his slick hole. The smell of it is growing intoxicating in the air, making my head spin with lust. My finger connects with his hole and we both moan. He’s so hot and wet. There’s something about the physical proof that he’s turned on that’s sending my inner alpha into a tailspin of lust. I wanna make him feel so fucking good. I wanna make him come.

“Oh, fuck,” Christopher gasps out, his hips rising off the bed and chasing my touch. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

As gentle as I can possibly be, I slowly push one finger into Christopher’s hole. He feels so snug around my finger and I can’t wait to feel that heat encompassing my cock. As I finger him open, taking my time to really tease it out and make sure my mate’s feeling good, Christopher doesn’t lay there idol. He begins kissing my jaw, nibbling at the sensitive skin of my throat, working his teeth across my skin until I know there will be a mark there. Good. My inner alpha loves the idea of our omega marking us. Anyone who sees my throat tomorrow will know I’m taken.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmur, “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to feel you knot me. I can’t wait to be your mate.”

A shiver runs down my spine, my fingers never stopping their movements, pumping in and out of Christopher’s hole. He’s so wet, so turned on for me. Fuck.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” Christopher hisses out. He puts a hand on the center of my chest, shoving me until I’m flat on my back. He rises up on his knees, straddling my waist. I swallow thickly, overwhelmed by the sight of my omega in my lap like this. “Gonna ride you. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” I say, my eyes looking him up and down, my hands sliding over his thighs. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.”

“Just want you,” he murmurs before reaching behind himself and positioning my cock at his hole. My hands grip his hips, just holding on for dear life as the heat of Christopher’s ass envelops my dick. Fuck. It’s too much and not enough at the same time while also being so goddamn perfect.

Christopher slides down my cock until his ass meets my groin, pausing to get used to the fullness he’s experiencing. “Oh god,” he whimpers, his voice making my toes curl. Pleasure is overwhelming me from the tip of my head to the soles of my feet.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, unable to keep it in. “You feel so good, Christopher. Holy shit.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” Christopher murmurs out, starting to slowly rise up on his knees before sinking back down, gently riding my dick. “It feels really good. Really overwhelming. Fuck!”

One of my hands moves from Christopher’s hip, sliding over his chest and plucking at his pink nipple. He tosses his head back and lets out a loud moan, riding me with abandonment, chasing his pleasure. God, he’s stunning. Already my knot is throbbing with pleasure, slowly filling with blood. It starts barely catching on Christopher’s rim and my toes curl with how fucking good it feels.

“Are you ready for my knot, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Give it to me, Parker. Need it.”

The hand not playing with his nipples goes to his cock, stroking him quickly. I want him to be sated and relaxed when I finally knot him and bite him, knowing that’ll make it feel so much better for him.

Christopher lets out another moan, the sound radiating from his chest. As I stroke his dick, I stare at my omega’s face, taking in the look of pleasure across his features. His eyes are closed, his brows wrinkled, his hair a mess. I’m so goddamn lucky.

“Fuck. Parker!”

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