Page 211 of Labor of Love

I always looked forward to our dates. Tim made me laugh. I felt complete when we were together. I’d given up on correcting my alpha on his insistence that Tim was ours. Mine. (Whatever.)

It was hard to argue against the instinct when I was falling head over heels for my boyfriend.

“Mmm,” he rocked against me, exhaling puffs of air into my mouth as we parted our lips to breathe.

We’d had a relaxing picnic, watching the sunset and feeding each other various fruits, sandwiches, and chocolates. As the sky darkened, we’d cuddled together under blankets in the bed of my old pick-up truck, chatting quietly about random topics as stars began to blink into existence.

Then his lips had trailed over my shoulder and up my neck, and it wasn’t long before I had a lapful of my sweet omega.

My hands kneaded at the small, perfectly rounded globes of his ass. “That’s it, baby,” I urged. “You feel so good like this.”

“Yes. Your cock feelshuge.”

I chuckled, nuzzling my nose against his. “It’s notthatimpressive, but you’re good for a man’s ego, darlin’.”

“I want…” he pulled back and swallowed, then looked earnest and vulnerable as he asked, “Can I see it? Touch it? Suck it?”

My cock liked those ideas very much, doing his best to make a bid for freedom through the thick denim I wore. I groaned. “I’d like that, baby. But you don’t hav—oh,God.”

Tim wasted no time, shuffling back on my thighs and lowering my zipper. Just feeling his touch right where I needed him had me about ready to explode.

Which one of us was the virgin?

I felt like everything was brand new again when I was with Tim.

He only hesitated for a moment before tugging the cotton of my boxer briefs down, exposing my aching, leaking dick to the cool night air. I watched his face as he looked down, enjoying the way his skin flushed in the moonlight and the way his tongue darted out to moisten his kiss-swollen lips.

When I felt his hand close around my shaft, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of my mate’s tentative stroking.

“Not that impressive my ass,” he muttered. “This is going to split me in two when we finally do it.” He squirmed. “God, I’m so slick just looking at it…”

“Baby,” I pleaded, “don’t say things like that.” My cock dribbled precum as if to punctuate just how riled up his words got me.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding at all apologetic. He shuffled back further, propping his knees on one of the cushions I’d brought along. Stretching out, Tim braced his weight on one forearm beside my thigh as he stroked my dick with his other hand. Then he brought his mouth to the tip of my cock and suckled so gently and sweetly I almost went cross-eyed at the tease of it.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart…”

He hummed, taking more of me in, sucking a bit harder as a couple of inches disappeared between his plump lips.

I enjoyed the slow exploration as much as I felt tortured and edged by it. He licked and sucked, trying to take more and more of me as he bobbed his head. Despite his lack of experience, it was the most perfect thing in the world for me.

“That’s it, Timmy. Suck my cock, baby. Doin’ so good. Your mouth feels so good.”

He hummed at the praise. The vibrations shot through me, making my knot tingle as it threatened to pop. That was a sensation I was slowly becoming used to the more often I jerked off, and I wondered how different it would feel with a partner. How it might actually feel to have the sensitive flesh locking me inside a slick, warm channel. InsideTim.

“Oh, fuck, darlin’. I’m gettin’ close…”

The images in my head coupled with the feel of his mouth on me were going to be my undoing.

“Tim.Shit. Baby. Baby, I’m gonna…Fuck.Pull off. I’m gonna—” He doubled down, sucking harder as his fist shuttled up and down, squeezing the spot where my knot tingled. I moaned, feeling the wave overtake me, pleasure bursting through my veins. “Nnnngh. Fuuuuuuck.”

Dimly aware of Tim swallowing what he could, I yelped and came again when his fingertips trailed over the swell of my knot, which had popped after my epic orgasm.

“Wow,” he murmured in awe. I cracked my eyes open to watch him sit back on his heels, wiping his hands on his jeans. His gaze was glued to my still-hard cock, his eyes blown wide with lust and wonder. “Your knot is…” Trailing off, he glanced up at my face. “I mean, I thought you were big before. How…how will that fit?”

“It’ll happen after I’m already inside. That’s how it locks us together.”

“Wow.” He repeated.

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