Page 12 of A Hutch for Hoover

Nodding like a bobblehead, I rested my palms on the top of his head, watching him lick his lips then close them around my cock. It disappeared into his mouth, his throat closed around it…and I fell back, eyes closing, all my attention focused on the scrape of his teeth, lap of his tongue, and suction. The suction. Gods. I’d never experienced anything like this. He palmed my sac, tapping his fingers on it in a rhythm that matched his mouth’s delicious torture. My heart rate kicked up and goose bumps rose on my skin, and then he glided his fingers back to my hole with its copious slick. The multiple sensations quickly became too much to cope with, my balls tightened and emptied into Hoover’s throat, not a drop escaping his lips.

Opening my eyes, I saw him undressing with speed and grace, but his clothing landed on the floor, revealing the urgency I shared.

“Hurry, alpha. I need you.” Desperately I needed him. “Inside me.” I reached out, fingers flexing, wanting him as close to me as he could possibly get. “Please.”

“Of course.” He lay beside me and drew me into his arms, hands stroking down my back to my ass and up again. “I want you, too. You taste so good.” He kissed me, and I tasted the saltiness of my cum on his tongue. “Roll onto your back, omega. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

“Yes.” I did as he asked, lying flat then lifting my knees to my chest. “Please. Please.”

But my alpha was not rushing anything. He touched me all over, nibbled at my flat nipples, and lapped the sweat from my skin. Before he moved into position to do what I had asked, he brought my entire body to life again. I’d never dreamed I could be hard again so fast, but my cock jutted out, stiff and with a droplet of precum on the tip.

“What are you doing to me?”

He paused. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good.” Hoover rubbed the head of his cock in my crack before fitting it to my needy hole. “I do too.” I was prepared by his fingers and slippery with slick, and his first drive sent him halfway in, stretching me, his second, balls deep. Then he held steady, not moving, while my body adjusted to the fullness. But I didn’t want to wait. Needed everything he had to give.

“Alpha!” I cried out. “More, don’t stop.”

Instead of answering, Hoover pulled almost all the way out then thrust in again, and again, and again. I reached between us to fist my cock, squeezing the shaft and writhing under my alpha’s forceful plunges.

“That’s it, omega. Jerk yourself. Show me how you do it.”

Not that he could actually see what was going on, at least I didn’t think so, but his words of encouragement made me comeso fast, I was still dizzy with it when he filled me with hot spurts of thick cum.

His knot swelled, holding his cum inside, and he bent to sink his teeth into my throat, marking me his. The coppery scent of blood filled the air before I would wear that scar proudly forever, revealing our mating to any who saw it.

And I fell asleep cradled in my alpha’s arms, filled with joy and belonging and a sense of fulfillment. Everything had changed since the day I found myself at the outlet mall, all of it for the better. But meeting my mate had taken it all to the next level. Or maybe even levels higher than that.

Chapter Eleven

Hoover

I woke up in my new favorite place to be—Grant’s arms.

Last night had been everything. And not just the sex, although there was no denying that was amazing, and it wasn’t the marking, either. What won my heart was the amazing person who was my mate, the way Grant was so understanding about my challenges, and did so many little things to make our communication all it could be. He made sure that every time he said something important, I could both see him and hear him.

The way he snuggled into me afterward, like I was the comfiest place in the world to be, had my heart aflutter. And when it was time for us to sleep, and the lights were out, and my hearing aids sat on the nightstand, he didn’t use that time to speak until he fell asleep, the way my roommate and I used to when I was in college. No. Instead, he lay there pressed against me, the two of us falling asleep in this peaceful bliss I’d never before experienced.

Now, it was morning. Time to get up and begin our first day together as a mated couple.

I tried to reach for the hearing aids, and they were just out of reach. I didn’t want to miss a word he said and slowly extracted myself enough to grab them and put them in place, propping my head on my arm so my ear wasn’t pressed against the pillow, causing feedback. With them on, I listened to him breathe. Unlike with words, I didn’t need clarity. His chest moved up and down against my back, and I closed my eyes, soaking it all in.

Thinking back, I realized I didn’t remember becoming his little spoon, having been the big spoon when we fell asleep, but it was warm and cozy and perfect. I lay there in a blissful sort of floaty peace for about twenty minutes before he began to stir. Hereached up to pet my head, and I thought it was an odd sort of gesture—until I realized it wasn’t just a sign of affection. He was seeing if I had my hearing aids before bringing his lips to my ear and saying, “Good morning, mate.”

I rolled in his arms, wanting to see his face and also not wanting to miss anything. “Morning, mate.”

He breathed the word, his gaze falling to where he’d marked me.

We got up a short time later, showered together, and then pieced together a pretty basic breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and a couple of hot dogs. We decided to call them sausages just to make it seem less college-student cuisine and more first-morning-together sweetness.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” he said as he set the plate in front of me. “I’ll be sure to have something better for next time.”

I didn’t care that we weren’t having a fancy brunch feast. Just being here with him and this first breakfast that we shared together as a couple was exactly right.

“It’s perfect,” I said, shoveling the forkful of eggs into my mouth, as if somehow that proved my point.

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