Page 85 of Single Omega Dad
I could feel the tip of my cock continuing to spurt.
If I didn’t come apart and die right now from the ecstasy, I decided nothing in this world could kill me.
“Saber, oh gods, Saber!”
Saber rocked me with his ass and put his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight. “Lock me to you. Lock us together. I want it. I want to be mated by you. I want to feel your knot again and again and again.”
My knees bent and my thighs came up to support him as he stayed in place, my cock with my knot inside him. I held onto his waist now, as if to keep him still. But he wasn’t going anywhere, my Omega. He was staying right here with me, wanting me, needing me as much as I needed him.
The pleasure became so intense, my fingers dug into the sides of his hips, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Saber threw his head back and cried out as his ass throbbed against my knot, pulling and tugging with his incredible internal orgasm. His hard cock shot more streams of white fluid which fell like burning drops of rain to my chest.
I fell back in ecstasy.
I felt it when my knot moved within him, like a throbbing, churning orgasm that never let up. Though I wasn’t moving, it was as if I were thrusting in and out of him in frantic need.
Knees bent, my upper body came up off the bed again and I grabbed him all the way around his back, holding him tight to my chest.
Saber let his head fall to the crook of my neck, his hot breath burning underneath my jaw.
Our embrace tightened as our bodies remained stuck together.
“It keeps coming, the pleasure just keeps on and on,” I said, my lips against the top of his head.
“I love it. Keep marking me. Keep coming, Mathias. Until you’re done, and then we’ll do it all over again.”
Again? I would do this forever if I could.
He whispered against my neck. “Mark me. Claim me. All over. I make you mine. Make me yours.”
“Within and without,” I answered.
Through the bond I felt his pleasure build again, saw the two babes within him ying and yang, one Alpha, one Omega, and they too were bonding to us, their fathers, their parents, the ones who would love them and keep them safe as soon as they came into this world.
“We’re yours,” I heard him cry. Then he came again, milking more come from me, my knot surging upward at the friction, the stimulation, until it put so much pressure on the tip of my cock that I erupted with the greatest orgasm, squirting long and hard.
My balls quaked with pleasure. My spine surged with it. I went blind for a moment. Probably, I passed out for a few seconds as my cock exploded into him.
Later, he brought us water, lots of water, and vanilla ice cream in sparkling crystal dishes.
Then we did it again. And again.
I lost count of how many times I knotted him. I forgot I was in the Burn. Our lovemaking was so intense, and I was encased in so much affection and desire, that the idea of the Burn and needing to sate my rutting instincts never occurred to me.
Of course we were fucking, but it was so much more. I wasn’t worried about getting it over with, or coming and leaving soon after with no feeling for it at all save cooling the fever of my body and my cock.
But now, with Saber, everything was about the two of us together, and that was all that mattered.
I locked to him in all different positions. He loved it when I held him from behind, both of us on our sides, and me rocking into him and locking us that way. I loved it when I could crouch over him face to face, and lock us up so we could kiss through the long, long minutes of ecstasy.
By the end of my Burn, we probably used every towel in the house. We took tons of showers. We laughed together like I never dreamed of doing with another.
When we became ravenous, we ate whatever we could find in the kitchen, wandering out there naked, stuffing our faces with more ice cream, bricks of cheese, apples, bananas, orange juice, lunch meats slapped on fresh slices of bread.
But mostly, we were interested in each other. Not food. Not showers. Simply, we wondered how fast we could get back in the bed and join together again, lock up again. We wondered how much more we could take before we rubbed each other raw.
Turns out, it was a lot. And when my Burn ended, we slept for twelve hours straight, arms tight around each other, legs tangled.
