Page 38 of Omega Island
“What?” My heart was pounding. My skin itching toward another heat wave but wanting a shower first.
“Uhm. You know.” He gave a cute shrug. “Knot and stuff.”
“Oh.” My mouth fell open. “Oh!” Then I did laugh. It rolled up through me like thunder.
Raimi’s chuckles mingled with mine. “Honestly, I thought I might not be able to help you at all.”
“Oh, you helped. Quite beautifully, in fact.”
He pressed his pink lips tight. His face was rose gold in the dim light, dark under the chin and in the dents of his clavicles. He looked like a painting half-finished, still rising from the muse of the artist, too beautiful to finish. Irresistible.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed him, pulling back fast.
Raimi looked at me, a sheen building in his eyes. Then he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back into his personal space. He kissed me back. Hard.
All thoughts of a shower left me.
* * *
I threw back the blanket,the fire igniting as if from nowhere and everywhere, cloaking me in inescapable heat. Raimi was beside me, his hands going all over me.
I pushed the covers all the way back to reveal his throbbing cock. It was ready for me again and that made me feel wanted. Needed. That this wasn’t just a one-way affair.
I bent and licked him from balls to tip. He gasped.
The taste of him was pleasant, the alpha musk of him setting me off and I had to have more. I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and he bucked up, pushing at my shoulders to keep from gagging me.
But I wanted him. I didn’t care if he went deep. I’d hold my breath. I’d take him as far as I could.
I sucked him in and his hold on me loosened until he was writhing in desire. Pre-come gathered in my mouth and I swallowed over and over again, the tartness of him spurring me on.
I wanted his essence with an uncontrolled lust. Deep inside me. Any way I could get it.
When I pulled off him, he was flushed in the face and on his chest, his cock red and tight, ready to come.
“I want it in me,” I hissed.
I rolled to my knees and put my head down on my folded arms, offering myself omega-style.
“Whatever way you like,” he said.
I turned my head to look at him and gauge his meaning. He wasn’t moving. Was something wrong?
“Is it that you like it the other way? Bottoming?” I asked.
His lips went tight, pressing hard as he shook his head. “No. I don’t want that. I don’t think I’ll ever want that again.”
His words reminded me of his recent past. Empathy gave me pause, but a selfish part of me was relieved he wouldn’t ask me to top. I didn’t prefer that with my lovers.
I remained on my knees, but I reached out to him, caressing what was nearest to me. That was his side, his ribs hard lines against taut skin. He leaned in and kissed me, running his hand down my spine to my tailbone, teasing the cleft there.
When he pulled back, leaving my mouth feeling too empty, I said, “Is this okay?”
“Huh?”
“This position.”
He grinned and knelt up immediately, his cock bobbing before me. “I think you’re so pretty like that I don’t even have the words to express myself.”
