Page 40 of Bear with Me
Blake's balls and thighs were shiny with slick, and a wet spot had formed beneath him on the thin blanket I kept on top of my winter comforter. He looked completely debauched already, his face and neck flushed pink, his nipples perked, and his cock trailing a line of precome into his trimmed pubic hair. He looked every bit like an omega in heat.
I sat back and admired my handiwork. I'd done that. He'd stepped out of his car and immediately went into heat, either from my pheromones, our mate connection sensing we were together again, or both. My head swam with lust for my gorgeous and needy mate.
I couldn't wait to fill him up, but first, I needed to get him ready. Sinking back onto my knees, I blew on his cock again, loving how it bobbed and landed with a wet slap. I licked up his precome, including the trail to his cockhead. Reluctantly, I let him go after only one circle of my tongue around the tip. It was fun to torment him like that, but I had a far more important task before me.
With no preamble, I flattened my tongue and licked over his tight pucker, making him gasp and writhe. My fingers dug into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises, but he continued to try to ride my tongue.
"Stop, or you'll hurt yourself."
"Feels so fucking good," he said. "Keep going!"
I knew what he wanted, but I had needs, too. His slick tasted like sweet nectar, and I drank my fill, first drawing each of his balls into my mouth to suck them clean and then cleaning his thighs and taint. Finally, I dropped my chin to the bed and lickedup all the excess slick dripping from his hole. Only then did I roll my tongue to a point and spear it inside him.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Blake dug his fingers into the blanket on either side of his hips, his fingernails scraping against the fabric as I continued to hollow him out. His tight ring of muscle relaxed in stages, becoming looser and looser until I could shove a finger in beside my tongue.
I pulled back and shoved another finger inside him. "You're so fucking wet."
"Ready. Please."
"Not yet. Remember what you said about my cock?"
He chuffed a high, breathy laugh. "It's as big as you are. That's why I need it inside me."
Our cocks were about the same length, but mine was almost as big around as a soda can, and that was before the knot. "I don't want to hurt you." I worked in a third finger, stretching him open until he relaxed around me. "That's it."
"Please, Ollie. The cramps are starting."
His channel clamped around my fingers, squeezing them together at the base and further up. Slick coated my fingers when I pulled them out of him.
"Shit. Condom."
"I can do it." Blake opened the foil packet with his teeth. He made quick work of twisting the tip and sliding the thin material onto my hard length. I helped, coating the condom with his slick while securing it against my balls. If it didn't move during sex, it would contain my knot.
"Are you ready?"
"I've been ready." Blake's voice was low and harsh. He grabbed his knees and held his legs apart as though daring me to get in or get out. It was my bed, my room, and my house, so there was no turning back now.
I lined up with his slick hole and pushed my way in. His warm heat swallowed me an inch at a time until I was fully seated inside him. The pressure was too good. If he had another heat spasm before I was ready, he would push me over the edge before I had a chance to move.
I spread out on top of him, propping myself up on my elbows. Leaning down, I found his mouth with mine. He licked eagerly at my lips, cleaning up the traces of slick that remained. He returned his focus to my mouth, slipping his tongue inside at the same time he rolled his hips beneath me.
I moaned into his mouth as I pulled back, and he whimpered into mine when I thrust into him. I broke the kiss, my breath already coming in harsh pants. I'd barely done anything.
"It's too good. I'm not gonna last."
"You think I am?" Blake's laughter sounded wet and broken. "What you did with your tongue … I could come from that alone. But not now."
"No," I agreed. "Not now."
I slid my knees beneath him, pulling him up onto my lap and driving my cock against his prostate. He cried out, "Yes. That. More."
I kept going, drilling into him until sweat ran down my face and shoulders, dripping off my chin and elbows. My legs shook as I neared the edge. In my haste, I forgot all about being careful. Instead of crying out in pain, Blake rolled his hips, allowing my cock to sink deeper with each thrust.
"I need to come," he whined. "Please. May I …" He slid his hand from his knee to his cock, but I batted it away and curled my fingers around his hard length, collecting his precome. I circled it around the tip, and he curled in on himself, almost butting heads with me. His cock kicked in my hand, and ropes of white shot between us as his channel constricted around me.
"Fuck, Blake, you feel so good."
He continued to roll his hips, meeting each of my thrusts, even when I lost my rhythm. My cock pulsed repeatedly inside the condom, and I rocked against Blake, trying to bury myself deeper inside my mate. I wanted to stay there forever.
