Page 10 of True for You

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Parker. In fact,” he trails off, readjusting so his own groin is pressed against my thigh, letting me feel his own erection. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I process this unexpected shift.

“Oh god,” I whisper, my eyes snapping open when Christopher sits up.

“No pressure,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. They’re filled with heat and desire. “But if you wanted we could get each other off?”

“Do you think it’s too soon?”

In response he rolls his pretty eyes at me, showing me that sass that I have a feeling I’ll be getting used to. I look forward to it. “We’re true mates. I’m pretty sure most true mates would have jumped each other already.”

“Good thing we’re not just any true mates.”

“You’re very sweet, Parker.”

I open my arms for him and he gets the picture, his smile widening as he throws a thigh over my lap and straddles me. My eyes look him up and down, taking in his smooth, pale skin, his baby bump, his hard cock. Fuck. Christopher is gorgeous. My cock is so hard in my pants, aching to be released so I can find some friction.

“This is good,” I murmur mindlessly as my hands move from where they were gripping the sheets to Christopher’s thighs. Slowly, they slide higher until they rest on his thin hips. “So good.”

“You’re pretty good yourself,” he says with a smirk, the sight filling my belly with butterflies. “Can I take your pants off?”

I swallow thickly. “Yes.” Between the two of us, we get my clothes off. I suck in a sharp breath as he sits back down in my lap, our skin meeting. His skin is so hot against my own and my arousal makes me fucking dizzy. My head feels like I’m diving down deep underwater, my ears pounding from my own racing heart.

Christopher’s hand slowly slides up my belly and over my chest before he’s putting a hand on each of my cheeks. His thumbs gently caress the heights of my cheekbones and our eyes meet, sharing a tender moment. He dips down and kisses me. It’s soft. So, so soft. I whimper as I open my lips, letting his tongue into my mouth to explore. He feels so good and tastes so perfect. I can barely keep myself from totally losing control.

His hips slowly move, our cocks rubbing against each other. I suck in a sharp breath, having to pull away from Christopher’s lips so I can properly breathe. I’m not sure sex has ever felt like this, felt soemotionaland overwhelming. I’ve fucked so many people in the past but none of them compare to this, despite the fact that we’re only brushing our dicks against each other.

“Oh,” Christopher breathes, closing his eyes as he moves against me. His cheeks are turning the most stunning pink color as he chases his pleasure. “That feels so nice. Fuck.”

“Yeah,” I agree, nodding my head as best as I can. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.” I wrap my hand around both our cocks, making a tight tunnel for us to thrust into. Christopher makes a broken noise at the back of his throat and I’m honestly not sure I’ve ever heard anything so sexy in my entire life and that’s saying something because I literally do porn for a job.

“You look amazing,” I tell him, watching as he moves his hips just right, sweat beginning to dew his skin. I want to praise him and tell him he’s so good, so perfect, so fucking sexy. So that’s exactly what I do. “So perfect, Christopher.”

“Parker,” he gasps out. I can feel the way he’s getting desperate, his scent turning even sweeter. He’s getting close. Watching him like this is only making my own arousal skyrocket and I know I’ll be following right behind him.

“Keep going,” I whisper, “just like that. Make yourself feel good, baby.”

“Fuck,” Christopher hisses out, falling onto his hands, his body curling over mine. He keeps moving his hips, his movements speeding up the closer he gets to coming. “Kiss me.”

Who am I to deny my omega? I lean my head up enough to kiss him, his tongue fucking into my mouth as he fucks the tunnel of my hand. Pleasure is rising up inside of me, making my back arch and my toes curl.

“Oh my god,” I get out as Christopher moves away from my lips in order to kiss my throat. “Christopher. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” he says against my throat, his voice so obviously desperate and driving me wild, and a moment later he does. His cum hits my belly, the warmth of it sinking into my skin, marking me. The smell of his release mixes with my scent and the combination hitting my nose is the final straw. I toss my head back against the pillow as I’m thrown head first over the edge.

My heart races and my breathing picks up as my cock throbs with my orgasm. My cum mixes with Christopher’s against my stomach. There’s something so unbelievably sexy about our cum mixing like that. It does all sorts of things to my instincts and inner alpha.

“Holy shit,” I whisper to myself as Christopher slowly stands up on shaky legs, letting out the most adorable giggle.

“You can say that again.” He smiles down at me for a moment before he’s tilting his head. “God. Why is sex so gross afterwards?”

“Gross? Excuse you?”

He gestures towards my belly, wrinkling his nose. “In the future, make sure the mess ends up on you instead of me, okay?”

“Deal,” I tell him with a warm chuckle. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh. Is this athingfor you?”

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