Page 77 of His Gentle Omega
I didn’t need to wait until dusk to experience fireworks, they were going off all around me. They were shooting off behind myclosed lids, sparking inside my chest. It was like my body had been dead and had been jolted back to life with one taste of his tongue.
Gasping into his mouth, I breathed him in. Tasting him, letting him wash over me. Our hands were grasping, pulling each other closer in the small room, until every inch of us was touching. He tasted of sunshine, summer days, and…my future.
Sliding a leg over his hip, I ground against him, trying to align our cocks despite our vast height difference. It didn’t work, but the friction I managed to get humping against his hard thigh was heaven.
Breaking apart, the ragged sound of our breathing filled the room, before our lips crashed together in another hungry kiss. Sliding my hand down his hard chest, my fingers slipped past the elastic of his swim trunks, grasping his hard cock in my hand.
Shay moaned wantonly against my mouth, and I moaned at the feel of him against my palm. Velvety heat and solid steel. My hole clenched remembering how his large cock had filled me perfectly, his knot locking us together, over and over. Slick pooled at my entrance, sliding down my crease.
Our scents became heavier in the room, darker, mingling together in an erotic perfume that had my mouth watering.
Breaking the kiss, I slid down Shay’s body, on my knees in front of him. Peeking up at him through my lashes, I tugged at the waistband of his trunks, pulling them down to mid-thigh, freeing his cock. It bobbed between us, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted to taste him, smell him, wanted to feel him fucking my face.
Shay looked down at me, one hand braced against the wall, his pupils blown so much his eyes looked nearly black. “Bennett…”
My name was a whisper on his lips, a caress, a plea. One I was more than happy to answer.
Sliding my hand up his length, I caressed him, before sucking his thick, mushroom head between my hungry lips.
“Fuuuccckkk,” Shay hissed loudly, and I reached my free hand up and pinched his nipple.
“Shhh,” I moaned around his cock in my mouth, feeling the sound vibrate down his length. Locking eyes with him, his lips were pressed tightly together, his free hand planted over his mouth as his hips flexed forward. Silently begging me for more, and I was happy to oblige.
He was too long and wide for me to take all of him without choking, so I sucked his length down as far as I could, before sliding my lips back up the length of him. Using my hands, tongue and lips, I stroked him, sucked him, and teased him.
Shay was doing his best to keep his moans buried in his hand, his other hand flat against the wall, his legs spread and braced. My dick was throbbing, pushing out the top of my swim trunks. Frustrated, I pushed them down one hip with my hand. Dick free, I moaned in relief around Shay’s cock, feeling his thighs flex at the sensation.
The hand he’d been using to stifle his groans snaked around the back of my head, pushing his dick farther down my throat, and I gagged. Pulling back, tears streamed down my cheeks.
His hand gentled, guiding my head, as he slid his cock in and out between my parted lips. Hips flexing, he rocked on his feet, fucking into my wet, warm heat.
Using a free hand, I grabbed a handful of his perfectly round ass, pulling him even closer. His musk surrounded my face, dark and spicy, and I wanted to stay there forever, buried in his scent.
My dick was bobbing with each thrust, and as Shay’s hip motion sped up, his panting harsh breaths filling the room, I grasped my dick tightly in my hand. Shay’s muscles tightened, the tendons of his neck standing out. His mouth opened in a silent cry and his release flooded my mouth.
Trying to swallow it all, I moaned as some slipped down my chin. My hand moved faster on my own cock, my slick ran down the backs of my thighs, and my cum shot out of me. My orgasm was intense enough that everything around me went white, my mouth going lax, causing me to lose my grasp on Shay’s cock. It slipped from between my parted lips, smacking me lightly on my chin.
Trying to catch my cum in my hand, I smeared it against my stomach, hoping I hadn’t shot too much of it onto the tile.
Blowing my load on the bathroom floor, while I blew my host’s brother, seemed like a pretty sure-fire way to never get invited over again.
Shay grasped my hand, the one dripping cum all over, and brought it up to his mouth. Eyes wide, I watched as his tongue lapped from my wrist to one finger, his eyes locked onto mine hotly, as he licked my hand clean. Pulling me to my feet, it was his turn to hit his knees, as he did the same thing to my stomach. He didn’t stop licking until every last trace of my release was cleaned from my skin. It was gentle, loving, and the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
He rested his cheek against my bare stomach for a moment, his arms pulling me tightly against him. Peering down at him, his eyes closed as he lay against me, I lightly threaded my fingers through his blond hair. Not ready to give up this closeness with him yet.
Shay looked up at me with hooded, lazy eyes, and I bent, capturing his lips in a light kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
“We should go back to the party,” he finally managed, his voice gravelly and he reluctantly stood. Nodding, I moved around him to wash my hands.
Catching him staring at me in the mirror as he adjusted his clothes, I wasn’t sure what to even say. I hadn’t planned to blow him in the bathroom. I hadn’t planned any of this. But I wasn’t sorry it had happened. Not one little bit.
“I’ll go first.” Resting one hand on the knob, I didn’t look at him. “You follow a few minutes later. We can’t keep doing this, Shay. It just confuses things. And I don’t want you to feel pressure before you’re ready, but if we keep doing…things like this when we are near each other…” I shook my head, my voice trailing off. “It’s not healthy, for either of us.”
Not for him, and not for me. Because this had taught me one thing. I didn’t want to give Shay up. I didn’t want to keep feelingallthese things, and then have to step back and put a lid on them. Act like I didn’t feeleverythingfor him I was feeling. It had the potential to tear me apart–had already caused me so much heartache–and I couldn’t allow that to happen.
“Bennett,” his voice was low, anxious and apprehensive, “I–”
Tilting my head back, I stared up at the white ceiling, making all the words I wanted to say to him stay inside me. I was pretty sure I was in love with this man, had been almost from the very beginning. But I wasn’t what he needed right now. And if the book on fated mates was correct, things like this were bound to keep happening when we were near each other. And they just couldn’t right now. Not if we were ever going to have a chance.
