Page 8 of Mink Hijinks
“You’ll let me, then?”
I nod again.
Aaron visibly relaxes. “Thank you. Thank you. Now, is there anything you need right now?”
I swallow and nod to my forgotten bag. “Just my…uh… kit. It’ll be the floral bag in my duffle.” The bathroom is nice and roomy so I’ll hole up here for my Heat. “And if there are more blankets or towels, I’d like to line the tub and make a nest.”
“I’ll be right back!” Aaron turns and races to the closet while I grab my kit and one of the pillows off the bed. Just one, I’m not greedy. But I do take all the decorative throw pillows. Surely he won’t miss those. None of the stuffed animals, though. Those are his, and I don’t want to ruin them.
I toss my spoils into the empty tub. Thank goodness it’s one of those giant spa tubs with the jets, otherwise it wouldn’t be so comfortable. There’s even a nice ledge I can suction a couple of my toys to if I wanted.
“This is what I could find.” Aaron’s arms are full with a bunch of sheets and at least two thick blankets, bath towels, and dishtowels.
“Just toss them in. Thank you.” I don’t meet his gaze, too embarrassed that I’m starting to chub just by him standing here.
Aaron chokes and staggers back. Away from me. “I’ll leave you to it. And don’t worry about anything. Just holler if you need food or something to drink before I’m here. I found a nice little cart. I’m gonna go load it up and bring to you before…”
Before everything really gets started. My insides cramp and it’s almost time I need to deal with the situation.
I keep the towel around my waist while Aaron fetches drinks and food and I arrange my tub nest. It looks so cozy inside that I almost climb in before he arrives.
“Okay, I brought an ice bucket incase you want that. Couple of glasses. Some bottle of sodas and water. Lots and lots of water.”
I laugh because there’s an entire case on the bottom shelf of the cart he found.
“And the rest of the pumpkin loaves, since you loved them so much. And muffins and granola bars. And they aren’t cold, but I brought protein shakes, too.”
“And you’re unmated?” I ask. My face immediately goes red, as does his.
“Haven’t really been looking.” Aaron shrugs.
“But you want a partner?” I look at the cart, then back at him. He’d make someone very happy one day.
“Yes,” he whispers. Aaron wipes a hand through his hair. “I’ll…” He gestures to the door and turns. “Don’t hesitate to call for me for any reason.”
“Thank you. And remember. Pumpkin means I give full consent to whatever I’m asking for.”
He swallows and nods, but doesn’t turn back to me.
Once he closes the door behind him, I drop my towel. I don’t want anything touching me right now. Sweat drips from my brow, and I feel it slide down my spine and into my crack.
One breath. Two. Three. Four. Hold. Out.
I rip my floral bag open and line the toys on the rim of the tub. I have four I use for my Heat and they go from average to size queen with a knot that rivals an Alpha’s knot or even a fist. I don’t want people knowing how big I like it when I’m begging for a real knot. When I’m not in Heat, I’m satisfied by my partner,but in Heat, bigger is better. I have no idea if that’s how most Omegas are or if I have some weird glitch.
A whimper rips from me. I need something or someone in my hole and I need it now.
AARON
Pax is in the bathroom fucking himself so hard on a toy that I have to wonder if he’s bruised all over. He’s making needy little sounds and begging for cock. Alpha cock. But he hasn’t said pumpkin, so here I sit on the couch. Not that I’m hoping for him to say the word.
Speaking of cock, though, mine is as hard as a diamond right now. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and I open my robe for some relief. I doubt he’ll get upset if I deal with my own problem.
I slide a hand down my chest, over my abs, to my happy trail and tug at my pubic hair while my other hand cups my balls. Pax is going to be in that bathroom for days, so I can go slow with my own pleasure if I want.
“Please! I need a cock. Big Alpha cock. Or a fist. Please!” Pax cries from the bathroom, no doubt loud enough on purpose so I can hear him. The grunts of release he cries out every time he comes sends a bolt through me.
I need to come. My eyes shutter closed as I wrap my hand around my dick. I thumb the tip and taste my pre-cum. What would Pax look like on his knees in front of me? Mouth open, begging for my cum to help him feel better. A moan rumbles from my chest when I start pumping. Fuck, what would Pax feellike? What would his plush lips feel like? His strong hands? Anddamn, he looked good, nearly naked. He’s perfectly built, if you ask me. Screw anyone that ever told him otherwise.
