Page 55 of Broken Heat
“I don’t think I can move,” Elon confessed, still smiling.
I felt empowered. Like I could move boulders. With a single motion, I reached down and pushed my arms beneath his back and thighs, lifting him up.
He squawked in shock, then leaned his head back on my shoulder looking up at me. “Where are you taking me?”
“Shower.” I grunted like the beast I was.
I held him in the rock-tiled stall as I cleaned up. I was able to be gentler now as I cared for him. He needed to be ready for more soon, and it would hurt me as much as him if I wasn’t tender.
I ran soap all over him until he was sudsy and so slippery I couldn’t get a good grip on him.
I forced him to bend his knees as I knelt behind him, which at first he didn’t want to do.
“I can look after myself. I always did after ruttings. It’s okay,” he insisted.
“No.” I wasn’t Coah and I didn’t intend to be that man.
“Bend your knees, push your ass out, and push with your rectal muscles.”
“I can’t.” He moaned as the water poured over us warm and healing.
I touched him gently with my soapy fingers, then stuck my forefinger inside him. He was smooth and open, still ready. But I wanted him clean.
“Bear down.”
“Oh gods.” He pushed against my finger and a rush of liquid churned past my digit and down his thighs.
“Again.”
“Oh, oh.” He moaned.
We worked like that until there was no more, and I rubbed gently to comfort the skin there and make sure he wasn’t torn or abraded.
He showed no sign of pain.
I turned him and he faced me.
Still on my knees, I watched his cock point toward me, hard from what I’d just put him through. He’d liked it.
I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth. My omega. He needed to be nurtured and loved. I had to do this. I had no choice.
The world had shattered and this was what was left. Elon. Me. Our coupling.
I sucked up hard and pulled off him with a pop.
He bent toward me as I stood up and I said, “We’ll continue that. Don’t worry.”
I took a minute to cursorily wash myself, then helped him from the shower, enfolding him in fluffy towels.
He was so gorgeous I couldn’t seem to keep my heart rhythm steady just to look at him.
I took my time drying him off, rubbing his chest until his nipples were pebbled nubs, running the cotton over his back and hips. I brushed his hard cock gently, cupped his balls. That still, beautiful erection was so warm and pretty, the pink tip like a flower bulb.
I wanted to carry him to the bed, but Elon moved ahead of me before I could get my arms around him.
“On the bed on your back,” I said. I tended to order behaviors when I was in rut. But I was gently caring about it if not somewhat dirty-mouthed with my word choices.
“Spread your legs,” I added. “Hold your cock up straight.”
