Page 15 of Omega Dragon Manny
Beau let out a single, nervous breath. “I need you too.”
That simple declaration was like a match being struck.
I walked him down the hall, guiding him backward as we kissed with both need and desire at war within us. Heat was rising from his skin even as a shiver rocked through him. The sheets on my bed were rumpled but neither of us cared.
When I got to the edge of bed, I pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. “Are you sure about this? No matter what you say, nothing will change between us. This is totally up to you.”
“I’m sure. So sure it hurts.” His fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, obviously anxious to get it off. “I need you, Clark. So damn bad.”
There was nothing else I could add.
After another moment of trying to read any hesitation in his eyes, I nodded once and pulled his shirt off his head. We tugged and yanked and stepped out of fabric until we were both naked.
The aroma of his slick immediately penetrated the room, soaking the air in the most intoxicating way. “Fuck, Beau. You really do want this.”
“I promise I do,” he whispered.
I carded my fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “I’ll go slow, sweetheart.”
Beau reached for my cock and tested its length and girth. “You’re gonna have to.” He chuckled as his pupils dilated even further. “It’s been a while…and you’re thick.”
That kind of praise made me even harder.
After another breath-stealing kiss, Beau slid his hands over my chest, exploring my muscles as he leaned back on the mattress.
My body followed his, pressing him to the bed as my hand did some exploring too. I kissed his throat, just below his jaw as my fingertips trailed along his ass before dipping into his slick opening.
He gasped at my touch but then quickly rolled his hips so he was pressing down on me, practically inviting me to enter him.
My response to his offer was to lick at the pulse on his neck, the place where a mate mark would eventually go, and eliciting a strangled sound full of want. “Yes, Clark. Alpha. Do it.”
I gently pressed on his puckered skin until his body relaxed and opened up to me, sucking my finger in to the knuckle while he squirmed beneath me.
“You good?” I dragged my teeth along his earlobe as I blew hot air into his ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Don’t stop.” His fingers dug into my arms, holding on tight. “All the way in. I need to feel you.”
He spread his legs wider for me, offering his full self as his leaking cock glimmered against his belly.
My whole finger slowly slid into his channel as I carefully watched his face for any signs of distress.
Beau winced once I was fully in, but he quickly started rocking against me, taking me even deeper with each move. “More.”
Knowing he was ready for me, I gently stretched him and then worked another finger inside. “You’re so tight but so wet for me, sweetheart.”
By the time I added a third finger, Beau was stroking his dick at a swift pace. “Clark.” His voice was strained and desperate. “Please.”
“I’ve got you.” I lined myself up and pressed the head of my cock to his opening, watching his face for even a flicker of doubt. When I was confident there would be none, I slowly pushed all the way in. The feeling was both overwhelming and a relief.
He was so hot and tight, it almost hurt. “You feel so good, Beau.”
Beau’s mouth fell open, and he nodded furiously. “You too. Move faster.”
Once I was all the way inside, I just held there and neither of us moved. We just breathed, holding each other’s gaze like it was the only thing keeping us anchored to the ground.
Then Beau clenched around me, and my hips jerked, pushing me into a rhythm of steady thrusting.
Every stroke pulled a noise out of Beau that got me closer to my release. “I’m close. Let go and I’ll be right there with you.”
