Page 15 of Omegas Need
He went to our food haul in the paper bag, sorting through it and settling on one of the flatbreads. I took one of the pastries and we ate quietly, gazes catching every couple of seconds.
It was kind of funny sitting on the floor of our empty tent, eating gourmet food…
“We can shift,” Manny suggested as we finished eating. “Our fur will help us keep warm.”
“After,” I said.
Thankfully, he didn’t argue this time.
When I crawled over to him and pushed him down on his back, he let me, helping to wiggle out of his clothes at my prompting.
I didn’t leave him to shiver for long, crawling over top of him a minute later, letting my naked skin warm his.
“Let me fuck you again?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I never got to finish last time you were inside me,” he whispered quietly. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I let out a soft moan, finding his lips in the dark.
“Then let me make up for that,” I whispered in return.
And make up for it, I would. Manny wasn’t the only one that couldn’t stop thinking about it. Except at some point since being inside him while I was being fucked from behind by a surprisingly kind and gentle alpha, a fantasy had formed.
Manny’s heat was near, and I wanted him to be ready for it when it was time, so I reached down between his legs and pushed a finger into him.
He let out a soft moan, his breath instantly becoming shallow as a flood of slick reached his entrance, soaking my finger.
Biting back a moan of my own, I pushed another inside him, gently stroking until the hitched digits were rubbing his prostate with every languid thrust. I loved the feeling of his body squirming under mine, moving with the force of his muscles as they twitched in pleasure.
I was hard and wet now too, panting from the desire to just enter him.
I’d wanted to do more fingers first, but perhaps for the first try, two would do.
Biting my lip, I tried to keep quiet as I positioned my cock and pressed it inside him, not removing my fingers from within him.
My cock could barely take the hot, tight heat and twitched, spurting precome into him as I tried to reign in the approaching orgasm.
Usman was having even less luck.
He was holding his legs wide open now, trying to get me in deeper. He was trembling, his teeth gritted with the effort it took to stay quiet.
One long, slow thrust, my fingers still pressed tightly to his prostate, gently rubbing while I did it and a long, unsuppressed whine slipped from his throat.
Another deep thrust into his hole and he was clenching around me, his entire body tightening as come shot from his untouched cock.
The feelings had me losing myself, managing only two more slow deep thrusts into his clenching and unclenching hole and I was coming, burying my cock deep within him until every drop was emptied inside his body, making us one for this brief time.
Finally, shuddering, I pulled my cock and fingers from his hole, rolling to his side.
Usman’s arms went around me at once and he kissed me lazily. Those sweet lips never failed to make me ache. He was so wonderful.
“I miss our pillows already,” he grumbled.
I huffed.
“Yeah. Only the lowest of the low would take someone’s blanketsandpillows,” I said, and then sighed. “Oh well. Just means we have to snuggle until we make enough to buy more.”
