Page 33 of Broken Heat
“Yes.”
“I feel like I want to lie on top of you.”
I held my hands up to encourage him. “Go ahead.”
I watched him, realizing my mouth was slightly open, as he lowered himself to his hands once again, placing them on either side of me by my upper arms. My whole body seemed to salivate in anticipation of him getting closer. And then we met skin to skin.
Our cocks connected first, lined up side by side, then our stomachs, then our chests, until Elon’s face was just above mine. His eyes glistened and his mouth was open, almost panting. I felt him trembling all over me.
Then he tucked his chin and buried his face in the side of my neck. I heard him inhale deeply several times.
His position gave me the chance to do the same. He smelled of more than just omega sweetness. Words came to me that had nothing to do with scent. Bask. Lush. Fire. Merge. Comfort. Hold. Home.
It was such a different feeling than I normally had that I wasn’t sure what to make of it. My body knew what it wanted. My body preferred this man.
I raised my arms up and over him but hesitated to embrace him. It was what I wanted to do, but would he accept my hold?
I held my hands aloft for several seconds, my mind frozen, not knowing the best next step. This wasn’t me. I was never unsure.
My cock pressed hard against Elon’s groin, surges of pleasure pushing through it. Was I going to come just from this?
Without any more hesitation, my hands came down flat against Elon’s smooth back, fingers spreading against his shoulder blades.
He curled his head tighter into my neck and my head went back, my eyes rolling up. This omega fit into my space perfectly.
Something inside me began to give way, not quite breaking but more like a loosening, and I wanted weep and laugh at the same time.
Elon made a rumbling sound deep inside his chest and began to lightly lick and bite my skin where his lips touched.
I needed to know he was wet. The urge to run my fingers along his crack, along with my lips and tongue, was overwhelming. I wanted more, to lift my hips and roll him to the side, part his legs, invade his wetness.
This was going to be the most pleasurable and difficult session of my life.
11
Elon –A Crush
When Mykel’s arms came around me, I’d never felt safer. I was in a space where I could let my feelings roll over me without worrying I might make a wrong move or say the wrong thing and be cruelly chastised. Not that Coah was cruel, but he liked things his way, and my feelings needed to be in alignment with his own. Period.
I was the type of person who people-pleased. But that was my younger self. I was older now and forging my own path. I wanted to go my own way. And that meant getting close to my feelings and desires and needs in a safe way.
Now, a warmth traveled through every cell. I felt like I was being taken apart and put back together.
I breathed him in again and again. My favorite memories came back to me from childhood when I felt the most cared for, but they were fleeting. They left me with an urgent feeling that I needed to move.
I wasn’t alone in this process.
Mykel was another human being sharing this incredible moment with me. It mattered to me that he knew I wanted him here with me. That I was more than appreciative.
I spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the moment. “You smell so good.”
“Perfect.” His reply warmed my body even more.
Still, I was unsure. What should be the next move? I didn’t remember rules about what was and was not allowed aside from the biggies: Always maintain consent. Always be respectful.
It was up to individual therapists and their patients to determine how that went down. Everyone was different.
Was I allowed to kiss him? It seemed like Mykel and I had moved through a dream of conversation and not worked out specifics. With Coah I had specifics. I knew where I was with him at all times.
