Page 45 of Unbreak Me

"Yeah."

So I pulled it down, exposing his slender cock. It was of medium size, probably about 5.5'', but fully erect, a little pre-cum dripping along the slit.

Gently, I took him in my hand, and Day let out a small gasp, closing his eyes. He was uncut, so I had no problem moving my hand up and down, my other hand continuously pouring water over his chest.

Immediately I noticed the typical, instinctive movement of his thighs when I jerked him off, his legs began to part slowly, but since he was in the tub he had no place to spread them completely, his knees pressed against the porcelain surface.

Day’s hips slowly rose, another involuntary move to make his hole more accessible, little shivers running along his dick and down to his perineum, concentrating in his passage.

Watching it all as an alpha… the natural spectacle of his omega body preparing for penetration—I won't lie, it made my blood boil. The way his reproductive system acted on its own, instinctively getting ready for sex without him even realizing it, was almost too much to take. My heart was galloping, my blood pressure probably quite alarming.

Soon, Day’s breathing became as ragged as mine, and I had to change my position a bit (I was kneeling) to give my own dick a little more room.

It didn't take long, not even a minute, before he arched slightly, lifting his hips even higher, as if he wanted to impale himself more firmly on an invisible dick, and… he began to unload—long spurts of white cum flying over his chest and stomach. Interestingly, he was completely silent as the waves of pleasure shook him, and I lowered my hand for a second to cradle his balls, but as I did, I felt another wave of pulses still rippling in his perineum, and I knew that his hole was clenching hungrily even though it had nothing to clench against.

For omegas, orgasms were usually combined, they ejaculated and simultaneously felt strong pulsations along their intimate passage, concentrating on their prostates. But I knew it wasn't a good time to touch him there.

Panting, Day lowered his hips and kind of deflated onto the bottom of the tub.

Without saying a word, I washed his chest to remove the cum splatters and then turned off the water.

The towels were in the bottom drawer, so without even getting up, I grabbed one and wrapped my left hand around his shoulders to pull him into a sitting position.

Strangely, his eyes were still closed!

It was almost as if he didn’t want to look at me—ashamed of what had happened, of what he had asked me to do. I wrapped the towel around his body, lowered myself even further, and lifted him into the air. He let me carry him back to the bedroom.

Temporarily, I placed him in the chair and grabbed fresh sheets. I changed them with some difficulty, carefully tucking the edges under the nest to avoid wrecking it.

Only then, when I looked at him, did I realize he was watching me. As usual, I couldn’t read his expression, but I knew he was embarrassed.

DAY

Damn. I couldn’t believe what I had just asked him to do. The whole week had been devoid of anything even remotely close to a physical connection, and suddenly, I made this huge leap. I knew the alcohol probably gave me the courage, but still—what was I thinking? Asking for a handjob?

But one thing was undeniable: I loved being taken care of. For years, I had felt somewhat appreciated during the third trimester when the couples I was surrogating for pampered me, but that had a totally different vibe.

Now, Jan changed the sheets with such care, even being mindful of my nest. He opened my closet, pulled out a T-shirt and boxers, and approached me. I let him dress me, staying more or less passive—it was the state I just… wanted to be in for a while. Letting him take control of my body.

Jan left my room, but soon returned with a glass of orange juice. He brought it to my lips, and I drank greedily, our eyes connected during that. The vitamin C was definitely good for the hangover. Then he lifted me into the air again and gently placed me in the center of my nest. Finally, he pulled a blanket over me… and then leaned down to kiss my forehead.

It was… so new to me. Strangely pleasant.

I truly felt looked out for—someone genuinely cared about me. Me. Not the child in my womb. Jan wanted me to feelgood. It was… intoxicating. I could get addicted to that feeling. My whole life, I had been so damn proud of my independence—always alone, strong, and unyielding. But it was exhausting to keep that facade up, to always feel the need to control everything. Letting go like this was so liberating.

As Jan left, I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, feeling empty yet somehow weightless, like I was floating high above the clouds. Somewhere between them, there had to be the light I was searching for. Did I find someone who truly cherished me—someone who wouldn’t leave but would commit to me?

It might’ve been foolish—after all, I didn’t even know where Jan and I stood. But still, I allowed myself that tiny glimmer of hope that I would truly matter to… him one day.

There was one important thing I needed to change: the way I had treated Jan these last few days wasn’t how I’d ever treated Nico. And Jan wasn’t to blame for my past—I shouldn’t take it out on him.

My new husband deserved more—a real chance.

???

The next day, I woke up without a headache, which surprised me. I didn’t feel bad—maybe I’d thrown up everything yesterday. I sat up and slowly crawled out of my nest, getting annoyed by its high edges. Perhaps I should do something about that. Why make life harder for myself?

Then I glanced at the bowl.

---