Page 17 of Our Time

Sex has always been about physical gratification and art for me. This is so much more than that. Sure, it’s still art in its own way but now it's an emotional connection withmy mate. I pour all of my love into my movements so that Ben not only feels good, but also feels the outpouring of my emotions towards him.

As my ass connects with Ben’s hips, I lean down and run my nose over his throat, taking in his scent. I kiss across his skin, trying to find the perfect place for his mating bite. My instincts lead me until I find it, the perfect spot. Yes. Right there. That’ll be where he wears my mark.

“Ryder. Fuck,” Ben whispers, his hands going to my hips and digging his fingers into me. “Fuck. It’s so much.”

“I know,” I whisper back, overwhelmed just the same way. I pull my hips up before letting them fall back down, riding his cock slowly. Fuck, it feels so good.

I take my time riding him, letting the pleasure between us build slowly instead of all at once. We breathe each other’s air and share soft, unhurried kisses. My entire body feels like hot coals, simmering just under my skin.

“I’m going to come,” Ben says, his voice just barely above a whisper as he moans. “Ryder. Fuck. Bite me please.”

I can feel his cock hardening at the base inside of me and that somehow only adds to my pleasure, making it rise even higher. I chase my pleasure, riding his cock a little harder, a little faster.

“Fuck,” I grit out before finding the perfect space on his throat once more. I open my mouth and let my teeth run over his skin. The moment I feel his dick twitch inside my ass and the warmth of his cum splash within me, I bite down hard enough to taste blood.

Ben cries out beneath me, his hands digging into my skin so hard I know there will be tiny finger shaped bruises on my hips tomorrow. I welcome the markings, my inner omega happy at being marked by our alpha.

I pull back, licking the bite clean before staring down at it in wonder. Fuck. I did that. I marked Ben as mine. He’s my alpha.

“Bite me again,” I quickly say to Ben. “Please. Remark me. Recement our bond. Please, Ben.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pulling me down by the back of my neck until his face is buried at my neck. His teeth find their place with ease and a moment later, blinding pain is sparking across my throat. The jolt is enough to have me coming without even touching my cock.

The pain perfectly pairs with my pleasure and I’m blinded by ecstasy. I come across Ben’s belly as I feel our bond officially snap into place. We’re mated. There’s no half bond, no longing, no moreache. It’s justus.

I stay in place with Ben inside of me for as long as I can, just wanting to keep being connected a little longer. He seems to enjoy the feeling just as much as I do.

“Wow,” Ben whispers, staring at my throat. His thumb caresses the front of my neck, up and down gently. I shiver at the soft touch. “I can feel it. I can feel you. This is--” he looks up into my eyes with a soft smile. “This is everything I hoped it would be.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you so fucking much,” I blurt out, leaning down and kissing him fiercely. “Wanted this for so long. I’m so fucking happy right now.”

“I’m happy too. I don’t even have words to describe how fucking happy I am, Ryder.”

Eventually, we fall into bed side by side after Ben has cleaned the two of us up. What a gentlemanly alpha I’ve found myself. He runs the tips of his fingers up and down my side. We stare at each other, almost like we’re afraid if we’re the first one to fall asleep we’ll miss something.

As sleep finally takes us, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. My chest feels warm with happiness that I never thought I would experience. I thought I was content, but now I realize I was so busy convincing myself I was fine that I couldn’t see how fucking deep I was in denial. I wanted Ben so fiercely and now Ihavehim.

Everything feels like it’s clicked into place. Our time of happiness has finally come and I plan on embracing it whole-heartedly.

CHAPTER EIGHT

BEN

“Okay,so yes, maybe we cut this trip a little close but hey, all thatreallymatters is that we’re there in time for the baby shower,” Ryder says and I can’t tell if he’s trying to convince me or himself. Maybe a little of both?

We had planned to get here much sooner but Ryder and I seem to be unable to keep our hands to ourselves. We slept in the last two mornings, starting our day with soft kisses that progressively got less sweet and more heated until we were both too desperate to do anything until we’d gotten each other off. The last few days have been amazing, but those stolen moments have made us late.

“You just spoke to Rosie last night. If she was upset that we were running late she would have told you then. We still have time to help set up and all that jazz.”

“I’m the worst brother.”

“Oh my god, you’re not. Stop it.”

Ryder lets out an annoyed whine that makes me chuckle. I don’t understand how my fondness for him could possibly grow but somehow it does. This trip has felt like a dream. One moment I’m with my best friend on a road trip and the next I’m in bed holdingmy mate. I don’t know how the fuck I’ve become so lucky but I sure as hell am not going to question it. I’m holding onto this with everything I have and Idareanyone dumb enough to try to take it away.

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