Page 9 of The Surrogate Omega, Part Two

That’s why Lake wants to surprise Ev with dinner, I think. Just by the nature of our careers, Ev is usually home first, which means he’s typically the one cooking meals for us. That, and he’s the only one who can really cook. I get it, though. It sucks that all the domestic stuff tends to fall to Ev, even if he claims he doesn’t mind.

But watching as Lake shoves the gross-looking casserole into the oven, hoping that it will make it all better, I’m starting to think we’ll have to find a different way to lessen the burden off Ev. It’s something we should probably figure out before we officially move in together. Whenever that will be.

After Lake shuts the oven door and turns the timer on for half an hour, he just stands there staring at the oven with squinty eyes, like he’s concentrating.

There’s no way it’ll be healthy for his mental state to stand and stare at a dark oven door for half an hour, so I take his hand and lead him out of the kitchen.

“C’mon, Little Bird, the timer will go off when it’s ready. Let me distract you for a bit.”

Lake’s eyes flash, the golden specks getting a little more gold, and his tongue peeks out between his lips. His eyes flash down, and I know what he’s thinking.

I haven’t had sex with either Lake or Ev since that night. I know I need to, but I’m kind of freaked out. Weirdly enough, I’m even more nervous to fuck Ev than I am Lake, but I don’t know if it’s because I’m afraid I’ll knot him too or that I won’t.

Either way, we don’t have time for that now. Last time, it took about half an hour for the knot to go down, and I can’t risk it happening again with food in the oven. The casserole is going to be bad enough; we don’t need to burn it too.

There are other things we can do in that time frame though. And now that Lake’s innocent glances get the thought in my head, I have ideas.

I lead Lake into the living room and gently push him onto the couch. He falls willingly with a small gasp. His intense eyes are locked onto mine as I kneel in front of him. Lake rarely wears jeans, even on his day off, and today is no exception. He looks fucking hot in his Chinos, though, so I’m not complaining.

Lake goes to reach for me, but I shake my head, stopping him in his tracks. “Hands to your side, baby. Let me take care of you.”

Lake narrows his eyes at me and for a second, I think he’s going to call me out. I know Ev has noticed me actively avoiding my dick, and I’m sure Lake has too. That’s not my reasoning at all for telling him to keep his hands to himself. I just want to make him come undone right now, focus solely on his pleasure.

With my eyes locked on Lake’s, I slowly start to unbutton his khaki pants. I think he’s the only person in the universe who still looks sexy in khakis. They are the least flattering pants in the world, but they work for him. Lake watches me with hooded lids as I pull the pants and his underwear down, freeing his cock.

“Look at all this. So delicious, I may not even need to eat that casserole.”

Lake snorts. “You’re only saying that because you don’t think it will taste good.”

Well, it’s not the only reason I’m saying it, but he’s not wrong. “Uh-uh, baby. That’s not it at all. It’s just that your cock is a meal all on its own.” To emphasize that, I lean down and lick up the side of his cock, and then his balls, before popping one in my mouth.

Lake moans quietly and closes his eyes. His hands are in fists at his sides as he tries to stay in control. I want to make him lose all that self-control. My man is way too intense all the time and needs to relax.

I pull off with a sloppy pop. “Let go, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

I gently stroke Lake’s cock, rubbing my saliva and his pre-cum into his skin. I keep eye contact and wait until I see Lake’s shoulders visibly relax as he sinks down into the sofa.

Smiling up at him, I lick his tip. “Good, Little Bird.”

And then I grip his base with one hand as I swallow him down as far as I can. I seriously doubt I will ever be able to deep throat, at least not like Ev can, but I still think my skills are pretty impressive, especially for a guy who never even considered sucking a dick until a few months ago.

Lake must agree as he drops his head back with a lengthy moan, his tongue peeking out between his red lips.

I use my hand and my mouth simultaneously, keeping up a fast pace. Lake enjoys a lot of tongue action, so I make sure to keep it moving as much as possible, swirling around the underside of his cock and then pulling off enough that I can play with his tip with my tongue.

My own dick is straining uncomfortably in my pants, so I spread my legs to give myself more balance and, with my left hand, I free myself. I don’t stroke myself though, keeping my focus on Lake.

I can feel him thicken in my mouth, and I know he’s getting close. Glancing up at his face, I nearly cum untouched at the sight. My little bird looks so fucking sexy. He’s completely lost in the pleasure with his head tipped back, his face flushed, and his eyes closed. His lips part and the sweetest little moans keep escaping. His hands are fisted tightly and pushing into the couch cushions.

I can tell he’s really close, so I pull off and start to stroke him again with no real urgency. Lake opens his eyes and the little growl he emits is so fucking cute, I just want to grab him in my arms and kiss him senseless. But I have a job to do.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Because I’m enjoying your little noises so fucking much, Little Bird. I don’t want them to end too early.”

Lake grumbles and glares at me. Oh, those golden eyes are intense when he doesn’t get to orgasm. I fucking love it.

“Logaann . . .” The last two letters of my name are drawn out with a whine. It’s cute, but not cute enough to make me want to go faster.

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