Page 27 of Heat Me

"You're beautiful down there, I need to taste you again."

I clung to his swollen petals with my mouth, licked them, sucked them, kissed them, it gave me incredible bliss—and apparently he loved it too—for he moaned softly, adorably, even making a sound that signals pleasure in omegas, a popular one called: "Appreciation" in the AO mating language.

"Such a lovely, lovely hole, hidden between those big white spheres," I murmured, massaging it with my tongue and lightlystroking his soft buttocks, "I'm going to plunge in there and fuck it until it drips with my cum," I mumbled in a cringy way.

"Then do it," he moaned, wiggling his round, sizable ass a little. I playfully patted both of his ass cheeks, squeezing them lightly, kneading them, wiggling them a bit, loving the play, appreciating his softness. They were so fleshy and swaying, how could I refuse to jump between these two plush cushions?

I lifted myself up and, without waiting, aligned my dick with his entrance, he didn't need any more preparation, not at this stage of heat. So I thrust into him, feeling the pleasure spread through my body, even if I didn't come right away, I was dangerously close.

"Damn, I feel you real good," I moaned, clenching my eyelids, "Oh, Damien, you're so silky and velvety in there, I love fucking you, I love it—" I mumbled.

Damien made a deep sound of approval, and his hole clenched as his body was shaken by the first wave of an orgasm. Excited, I began to speed up inside him, in this position I could grab his chubby buttocks, play with them, tease them and fuck his hole at the same time. He was loud, a whole serenade of sounds came from his lungs, his narrow passage became tighter and tighter at regular intervals, rippling and pulsating as he climaxed, his tunnel rhythmically milking my dick.

Of course, I came soon after, but the rut gave me the stamina to keep going, to stay hard as I kept fucking him… Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his neck, sucked on his gland, left another hickey there, and fucked and fucked, and fucked him relentlessly…

My hips moved vigorously, thrusting all the way in. My pubic bone pressing against his pink, swollen petals as I went deeper and deeper. I could hear the sounds of our bodies colliding in the room. Damien grunted as I lowered my other hand under his belly, feeling his cock spurting drops of cumevery few minutes—he was coming again and so easily. So I continued; our bodies covered in sweat, our breaths beginning to hitch before I finally came too, and we both sank back onto the bedding, panting like a pair of hunting dogs.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around him, even though he was lying on his stomach with his head turned the other way. I just felt this need to stay in some kind of contact with him.

And then there was silence again. I was never good at post-coital chitchat—maybe because I never had much to say. I’d never confessed my feelings to anyone; I usually sank into that post-orgasmic state of silent numbness.

The awkward quiet was broken by the sound of a text message. I’d forgotten my phone was on the table—Damien must’ve put it there after I handed it to him earlier.

It was a text from Nathaniel:"How's it going with you? You've gone oddly quiet. Any progress?"

I bit my lip lightly."I would say so. Assisting."

"Great. Please, don’t fuck it up!"

"Always the pessimist."

"I just know how your mind works—overcomplicating simple things."

I was ready to reply with quite a snarky remark, but another message came in right after, and I cursed. This one was from Mr. Ren Ragu:"Did you manage to review the profiles of those clients whose contracts expire in the next two weeks? It's the most urgent matter."

I cursed under my breath, feeling a mixture of impatience and relief. At least it saved us from awkward conversations after sex.

"Damien," I said, showing him the phone screen to make it obvious I had a good excuse to get up. "My boss needs me to handle this. I have this task, matching a few difficult clients, Ican’t say no, especially since he’s been kind enough to let me work remotely for the next few days."

"Of course," Damien said quickly, sitting up with a look of relief on his face too. Maybe he had the same dilemma I did? Conversations right after amazing sex could easily lead us into risky territory—questions about our future together.

I got out of bed and said, "I’ll take a quick shower and get to work. I might set up my laptop at the kitchen table since your desk is kinda small. Hope you don’t mind?"

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, sure. The waves usually last a few hours, so there's plenty of time."

He suddenly bit his lip, looking downright uncomfortable coordinating my work with his heat, but I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Don’t worry. I’ll be ready when you need me. I’m not planning to miss out on all the fun…" I grinned, realizing I sounded almost too casual, like we were closer than we actually were. Damien blushed and averted his gaze.

I headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I came back to the kitchen and found Damien on the phone with a pizzeria.

He glanced at me, pulled the receiver away from his ear, and asked, "What kind of pizza do you like? I’m ordering."

"But wait, you said you don’t have an appetite…"

He blushed again. "I’m ordering for you."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his initiative. "Okay, thanks. Just a basic thin-crust pizza is good."

---