Page 3 of Omegas Need
“Fuck me,” he begged, sounding almost like he was in tears.
I pulled my fingers out, stroking the slippery liquid over my own achingly hard cock before bending over him, lining our faces so I could kiss him deeply. His cheeks were indeed wet. A bad sign. Would we be out looking for an alpha for him by morning?
I pushed the thought away, gently biting his bottom lip.
This was just as good as sex to me. Feeling his mouth on mine, moving sensually, tasting his breaths and desperation.
“Please,” he gasped. He lifted his hips and his cock pressed against mine, our lengths slipping together.
“Can you be quiet?” I asked.
“Yes,” he promised at once.
He spread his legs eagerly around my hips, lifting his knees so that my tip rubbed his entrance.
When I pushed inside, his promise proved to be a lie because he immediately released a loud guttural moan.
I clapped a hand over his mouth for what little use it was. My hand didn’t do much to muffle the way he cried out with every thrust.
And the conversation I’d just had with Missy, that had been heavy on my mind when I’d first crawled under the covers next to him, flew right out of my mind.
I released his mouth, unable to stop my own moans and gasps of pleasure as I canted my hips into him, railing him as hard as I could, feeling his hole clasp my length with each thrust.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, his gripped my back, the sharp points of barely controlled claws digging into my skin, making me buck without rhythm.
No. Wren had to finish first. I had to help him.
With a groan, I pushed myself up, gripping his thighs to pull him higher onto my lap, knowing that in this position, my cock would be tight against his prostate, the full length dragging against it from base to tip with every thrust.
When I started to move again, the effect was nearly instantaneous. Wren’s entire body tightened. He dragged a ragged breath into his lungs and clung to the pillow under his head.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Manny.”
His sweet nickname for me, used on the edge of an orgasm made me feelsogood. So proud.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Come baby.”
He made a weak, desperate sound as his body tightened, his hole clenching me.
I didn’t need to touch his cock. Even without an alphas knot, I could completely undo him.
His entire body shook with the strength of his orgasm, and I could take it no more, finally allowing myself to finish, my hips bucking into him, balls clenching tight as I emptied deep inside him.
I collapsed forward, gasping for breath, my cheek resting on Wren’s shoulder.
“So good,” Wren whispered, his gentle hands tracing my back. “You’re so fucking incredible inside me, Manny.”
I purred at the praise.
My lips found his neck, kissing his scent gland and making him shiver.
Maybe to some, we were playing pretend, but this was real to me. A relationship as viable as anyone else’s. If it came to it, I would fight for it, but... I couldn’t imagine Wren making me fight for him. He would choose me right back. Of that, I was sure.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too,” he returned sleepily. “Always.”
For a while, he kept saying the word,always, always, always,as he drifted off to sleep. Like he was trying not to jinx it.
