Page 11 of Lone Wolf
I could barely breathe with my need and I clutched him as I would a tree in a storm, because he was something solid that could keep me grounded. “Oh, David,” I whispered and kissed him, feeling his own need rise to match mine. “Yes, please, oh, take me,” I moaned, this time meaning the practiced words.
He changed his position slightly, sinking down harder on top of me as he slipped my legs up over his shoulders. “Salem,” he murmured into my kiss and his hips pounded in time to my heart. I clung to him, riding the force of his thrusts and feeling my own climax racing down on me.
This wasn’t normal for me—usually I could hold things off, make it last, then time it all to be right on top the client’s orgasm. Sometimes, if I had a long booking like this one, I could even fake the first one and hold on to that arousal for a second round. Not tonight, though. Tonight, it took everything I had just to stay aware of David on top of me, his lips caressing my skin, his arms holding me tight while he whispered sweet, desperate things to me as if he wasn’t even aware of them. My entire world had narrowed to the feel of his cock sliding inside me, the bright flashes of pleasure being gradually overtaken by a slow massive wave that I very much feared would undo me entirely. I tried to stop it, tried to slow its inexorable progress, but David had settled into his work and every thrust pushed me farther along that path until I finally lost my grip on it entirely. My back bowed with the sheer, overwhelming pleasure and I keened with the near terror of it. I’d never had an orgasm like this before; it felt like I’d somehow lost myself, and then found myself anew.
David chuckled against my neck and kissed me, though I wasn’t much better than a limp noodle at that point. It did make me laugh a little though, and I dragged myself up from my too-relaxed state to pay some attention to him with words and lips and hands as he chased his own pleasure in the heat of my body.
Strange how, as his thrusts sped up, as he pressed deeper inside me, I felt as if I wasn’t entirely done yet. At this point, it should be all about the client, but I felt something, like that sense of the encroaching wave lying in wait. Not like a predator waiting for me, but like I’d been walking on shady trails and could see the sunlit clearing coming closer. It was…odd.
David grunted and adjusted his angle inside my body and then he seemed to swell inside me, or maybe that was my own body, because it felt as if I’d just broken into that sunlit clearing and the warmth and pleasure of it rolled over me like my previous orgasm, but softer and gentler and somehow bigger than the first. It dragged a noise out of me that I’d never made before, something wild and fierce and utterly replete, taking with it all the strength in my limbs.
And then David collapsed me, his face buried in my neck and his body heavy on mine. And I was too overwhelmed myself to do anything more than lie there and enjoy the way he felt in the aftermath.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Damian felt like he’d been hit with a sledgehammer, in the very best of ways. It felt like the time he and Oscar had decided to run the Boston Marathon on an impulse and they’d made it through without major muscle cramps or dying of exhaustion—mission training wasnotthe same as marathon training, it turned out.
He stayed where he was, face buried in the side of Salem’s neck, cock buried deep in Salem’s body, until he figured out again how to breathe and move his limbs in a coordinated fashion. The omega was quiet beneath him, except for the kneading of his fingers up and down Damian’s back and the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Gently, Damian touched Salem’s face, his lips, traced his eyebrows. The omega smiled and his eyes cracked open. “Hi,” he said, with just a hint of the shyness his smile hinted at.
“Hi, yourself,” Damian said, stealing a kiss.
“I don’t normally start a night off like that.” Salem’s eyes scrunched up with his smile. “Thank you.”
Damian laughed, the unfamiliar sound startling him. When had he forgotten how to laugh? “I need to catch my breath.”
“Me too.” Salem craned his head to peer up the bed, then wiggled out from underneath Damian’s body. Damian almost chased him, wanting to extend that feeling of connection, but Salem had already escaped and, well—it was just a job to the omega, right? Though he seemed to enjoy it and, Damian hoped, he seemed to like Damian.
Salem wiggled into the space between some of the pillows heaped on the head of the bed. “Help me pull these down and come up here.” He shoved the sheets down out of the way, then fluffed the pillows and snuggled down into them, very obviously waiting for Damian to join him.
I still have hours of time left.Damian climbed up the bed and mirrored Salem’s posture, pulling the sheets up over their bodies. In a move that surprised him, Salem immediately slithered across the space between them and settled in against Damian’s side, his head on Damian’s shoulder.
“This okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Damian replied. It absolutely was. “You have the most beautiful eyes,” he added.
Salem laughed. “Thank you. I think they’re my best feature.” He reached out to gently touch his index finger to the bridge of Damian’s nose. “What happened here?”
Damian ducked his head and ran his own fingers over the bump. “Elbow. Friend of mine was in trouble, I stepped in. Should have dodged, I guess.” It had been when he was still in the Army and a couple of fellows got into it over some girl in the town near the base. He’d been trying to break it up, but he’d learned his lesson when they’d both turned on him.
Salem frowned lightly at him, then leaned in to kiss the tip his nose. “I don’t imagine that makes it any better, but at least I know I tried.”
“It doesn’t bother me. And you made a lot of me feel good tonight.”
“I’m glad.” The omega smiled again, that oddly shy crooked smile that seemed so perfect on him. “Would you like a drink? The room has a small bar, though if you want anything fancy I’ll have to send down for it. Or there’s juice, or plain water.” He laced his fingers together over Damian’s chest and laid his chin on them so their eyes were nearly on a level. “Or food.” Salem let his head tilt to the side and freed up one hand to draw patterns on the skin of Damian’s chest, random doodling that sent small aftershocks of pleasure coursing over his skin. "I might have a connection in the kitchen, if you have any cravings." He winked.
Damian felt no craving at all for alcohol, still riding the high of their recent encounter, but a quiet drink and some conversation before maybe exploring other possibilities would be...pleasant. "Can you do a rum and coke? But only if you're getting up to get something for yourself."
Salem got up in his knees and dropped a kiss on Damian's mouth. "Your wish is my command," he said, his eyes brimming with mirth, and swung over Damian's legs onto the floor in one lithe movement. The smell of sex and omega drifted about him and Damian's fingers closed briefly on empty air as instinct drove him to keep the omega close.
But the distance between them gave him a chance to really appreciate the young man currently kneeling on the floor in front of a tiny refrigerator built into one of the wall cabinets.
He guessed Salem wasn't any more than twenty-five, if that. Not tall, but not short either, slender, but the long bones were well covered in muscle and Damian suspected that the omega probably worked out somehow to maintain that sleek look. His hair was the color of buckwheat honey, cut to that mid-length that still looked boyish but could be styled to look like almost anything. Damian had worn his hair like that once, before he'd left for the army.
Salem stood up and cracked open a bottle of cola, pouring it into a glass next to a half-empty bottle of rum. He put everything quickly away, reached into the refrigerator for something else, and turned back to the bed with Damian's glass and...a bottle of water.
Damian accepted the drink and raised his eyebrows at Salem. The omega was already showing signs of renewed arousal, his cock slightly plumped between his thighs. "Water?"
