Page 31 of Mistletoe Omega
I smiled, feeling hopeful. “Good.”
He groaned as I moved my hand to his swollen cock. He rolled his hips as I squeezed his thick, heated length. “Fuck me, Graham.”
“Sam.” His voice was strangled.
“I’m right here, on your bed. You can have me. I want it.”
He put his hand over mine and thrust against my palm. “I don’t want that other guy kissing you,” he whispered.
“Do you mean Kale?”
“Kale. Tim. Anyone,” he growled. “You should be mine.”
A thrill went through me when he finally said those words. I nodded, feeling elated. “Yes. I want that too.” The logical part of my brain nagged at me, that if he wanted to take this to the next level, he should know about my pregnancy. But I was too afraid to tell him. He wanted me so much right now, why couldn’t we just enjoy each other? I’d tell him tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be good enough?
Just let me have one night with him.
“I’ve tried to be strong.” His voice trembled. “I’ve tried to let you find your own way.”
“I know. And it’s led me here.” I was breathless. “To your bed.”
His boxers were tented obscenely now, and he looked almost scared. “Promise this isn’t a dream?”
“This is real. I’m right here.” I peeled his boxers down until his cock sprang free, bobbing back and forth. I took it as a good sign when he lifted his hips, so I could pull his underwear off all the way to his feet.
He kicked them away and gave me a heated glance. “Come here,” he growled.
I got off the bed, and unzipped my pants, shoving them and my briefs to my ankles. Then I toed off my shoes and kicked off my jeans. Wriggling from my sweater, I threw it on the ground, and climbed back on the bed. Anticipation shot through me as I moved to lie beside him.
He rolled over on top of me and straddled my thighs. I ran my hands up his hips, loving the ripple of muscle, and the corded strength of his lean body. His eyes were an odd light brown, and he seemed different now, his movements more assertive. His gaze dropped to my jutting cock, and he moved to grab something from his nightstand. I recognized it as a bottle of lube, and he clicked the lid open. He slathered his fingers and took hold of my cock. Sliding his grip up and down my length, I groaned, and arched my back, shuddering from the pleasure he gave me.
“I want you, Sam. I don’t want anyone else to touch you. Not ever.” His voice shook, and he tightened his grip on my cock. With his other hand he caressed my hole, and I moaned and writhed at his skillful touch. He leaned down, taking my mouth, his tongue delving deep. He tasted of the tangy bourbon he’d had earlier, and I sighed against his lips. I couldn’t remember ever being as happy as I was at that moment.
He sat up and fingered my hole, loosening the tight muscles with his gentle caress, and readying me for what was to come. When he slipped two fingers into me, I hissed and dug the heels of my feet into the mattress. “Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as he worked his fingers in and out, driving me wild with the delicious friction.
I clutched the sheets and tried not to lose my shit too soon. He seemed to know just where to touch me to give me the most pleasure. I’d been with impatient alphas who just crawled on top of me and started fucking. But Graham took his time, stroking and teasing until I begged him to fuck me. But he held off. He smiled and kissed me, teasing my tongue with his, and rubbing my prostate until my eyes almost rolled up in my head from the sheer ecstasy of his touch.
After a bit, he slicked his cock with lube and gripped my thighs, pushing my legs wider. Then he settled on top of me, his cock pressed to my hole as he held my gaze. “You want me inside you?” His voice was hushed. He seemed sober now and alert.
I nodded, tugging at his hips. “More than anything.”
“If I take you, you’re mine.” His eyes burned into me possessively.
“I want that,” I whispered. “I want to belong to you.”
Tell him about the baby. You should tell him about the baby.
I pushed those guilty thoughts away and instead focused on Graham. I focused on how happy he looked, and the soft flush of pleasure on his cheeks. He wanted me now, and I needed him too. This was my moment with him, and I was going to take it.
He kissed me softly and then he pressed into me, the wide head of his cock popping past the bunched muscles of my ass, and coaxing deep groans from both of us. I arched my back, shuddering with pleasure. It felt so good to finally have him inside me; claiming me. Filling me. Owning me. I wrapped my arms around him and held his gaze as he thrust deep. He pulled out and entered me over and over, fucking me so hard the headboard banged against the wall.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. The pressure of his cock made my entire body ache with the need to come. Heat raced through my veins, and I held on tight to him; needing him more than I’d ever needed any man. His fingers dug into my hips, as he pounded into me, his gaze was intense, and he seemed fascinated with my every emotion.
“Yeah,” he panted. “Right fucking there.” He closed his eyes as sweat ran down his nose. “So tight.”
His cock swiped my prostate a few times as he changed angles, and my body shook, need ravaging me from the inside out. I clamped my thighs around him and rode him hard, pushing ragged breaths from my burning lungs. “Graham,” I groaned, and he opened his eyes.
“I’m here.” The muscles of his back were bunched under my palm, as he slowed his thrusts, going deeper and deeper. “Feel me?” His pupils were blown with lust.
