Page 107 of Sugar Rush
“That’s it,” he praised me, the tip of his tongue sliding out to tease the spot just behind my earlobe. “I love you so much,” he added, his warm breath washing over my skin and leaving goosebumps behind. “I can’t wait to have your mark on me.”
A little groan crawled up out of my throat, my whole body tensing up with need. I wanted my mark on him so fucking bad, I almost couldn’t bear to imagine it. He’d told me he wouldn’t leave me, even if we weren’t really fated mates, but I realized now that wasn’t enough. I needed him to be mine, for everyonein the world to know that he was mine, that he’d been born for me and me alone. And that he loved and adoredme, above everything else. That he needed me as desperately as I needed him, and that I complete him, and no one could ever come between us or threaten our bond.
“I love you,” I said. It didn’t feel like enough for everything I was feeling, or everything I wanted to make him feel, but I didn’t have anything else.
“I love you, too,” he answered, punctuating his reply by smashing our lips together again.
Our teeth clacked together as our kisses became more heated, more urgent, and after a few minutes of that, his scent started to intensify and fill up my head like a drug. I could feel my alpha hormones heating up in my blood. I was burning all over, my teeth and cock aching with primal instinct.
He rose to his feet, panting heavily as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans before tearing them down his legs. Staring up at him, I felt struck dumb by every inch of his unbearably beautiful form. Thick strands of his blond hair were sticking up like a prince’s crown, messed up by my hands. His body was a delectable fantasy, all fair skin and slender muscles, his nipples the same rosy shade as the head of his cock, and the tight little hole I couldn’t see yet. And stamped on his hip, bright and pretty, was the first mark I’d given him. A perfect little set of wings for my angel.
It wasn’t really the right setting to take our time and linger on exploring each other, but the way his cock bobbed as he stepped out of his clothes had saliva pooling in my mouth. As he moved closer, I reached up to help lower him down to the floor with me, dragging the hoodie he’d discarded over so he could lay on it instead of the disgusting carpet. Why did we keep ending up fucking on surfaces we needed to lay a jacket down on? Igently pushed him onto his back, spreading his thighs so I could hitch them up onto my shoulders.
Moaning before I’d even touched him with my tongue, Jordy wriggled into the perfect position I’d wanted. He was pretty good about that, like his submissive omega instincts helped him to understand exactly how to please me. It only made me want him more, and want to demonstrate the same innate knowledge that he had. That I knew how to please him without even asking, because the ability to give him what he needed was just coded into my DNA.
The stiffness in his cock, and the pretty little pearls leaking out from his slit spurred my excitement even more. I licked the precum from his head and the bit that had started dripping down his shaft, before gently lapping at his tight balls. His thighs twitched and clenched on either side of my head, the smell of candy and slick fogging up my brain. Wedging my hands under his lithe body, I grasped at his perky ass, squeezing and spreading his supple cheeks, teasing his wet hole with my fingertips.
I was already rutting into my zipper, my hips pumping futilely into the floor as I took his whole length into my mouth, flattening my tongue to let his hot weight settle against it. Nuzzling my nose against his abdomen as I took it all the way to the back of my throat, my fingers clenched on his ass as his dug into my scalp.
The way he gasped out my name was intoxicating, and I started to feel drunk on his whimpers and the taste of his precum as I sucked. Needing more, I bobbed my head, slurping up everything he gave me with complete abandon, over and over. He arched his back, lifting off the floor and pumping into my mouth as much as he could with the minimal leverage I’d allowed him.
“Oh, fuck. Stop. Stop,” he panted out, his hips quivering when I lifted my mouth off him. His cock was flushed dark now, like I was sure mine was, still trapped under the weight of my body in my jeans I hadn’t taken off yet. “I want to come with your cock in me. And then again when you bite me.”
“You’ve thought about this,” I realized, euphoria pulsing through my chest at the idea.
“So many times,” he admitted. He was pink all over, his pupils dilated and huge to show how blissed out he was already. I reached out to help him up as I pulled myself back into a sitting position. “I’m obsessed with you, Kieran. I always will be.”
My breath caught in my throat, my desperation to sink my cock into his ass and my teeth into his neck doubling, tripling, until I felt scorched down to my bones.
When I’d finished tugging my jeans down my legs and he settled back onto my lap, straddling my hips, it became clear that he wanted to do it like that. Staring into my eyes. I would give him what he wanted, because I couldn’t deny him anything even when I wanted to, but it was almost intimidating, knowing that he could stare down into my soul and see everything I’d tried so hard to keep hidden from him for so long.
But I trusted Jordy with every fiber of my being, my whole heart, something I could never say about another person. And he wanted every part of me all to himself. He didn’t find anything about me to be ugly or frightening or damaged.
When I grasped at his hips, grinding our cocks together, just forsomefriction and fleeting relief, his breathless moan ended on a precious little laugh. He was beyond thrilled to be doing this with me, regardless of the strange and less-than-ideal setting. He didn’t have any nerves or anxiety. He was getting exactly what he’d always wanted.
I’d already toyed with his hole a bit, when I’d had his dick in my mouth, but I pierced him with my fingers to stretch himout for my cock and my knot, which I could already sense would swell up to a point I’d never experienced before. He leaned back, his palms gripping my thighs to support himself, and spread his legs wide so my eyes could devour his hole squeezing and clenching around my fingers as I probed him.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse and raspy already.
He nodded, looking frantic and needy and lovesick. “Yes. I’m ready for you, Kieran. I’m ready to belong to you.”
I didn’t think I could take any more of his unguarded affirmations about his obsession and love for me without losing my mind, so I leaned forward and captured his lips as I popped the head of my cock into him, groaning into his mouth at the intense sensation.
He sank down onto my throbbing dick, his tight channel easing around my thickness perfectly, like that part of his body had been created with the sole purpose of fitting me inside. Tipping his head back as I bottomed out, he let out a shameless moan, loud and raw with need, exposing the line of his neck.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I knew he didn’t want me to, anyway. He rolled his hips on me, letting out a delighted gasp when I gripped his ass, pulling him down to meet each of my hard, quick thrusts. His head lolled forward again, and his gaze locked with mine, the beautiful blue of his irises barely visible with how blown out his pupils had become.
His hands gripped onto my shoulders for balance as I rocked into him, fervently grinding into his prostate, because I wanted to give him what he’d asked for. I wanted to watch him fall apart on my cock, then feel him unraveling again when I sank my teeth into him. I watched his lips fall open as his gasps and moans intensified, and knew I’d succeeded.
“I’m coming,” he mumbled out, his fingers digging into my flesh before I felt the first hot spurt of his cum splash out ontomy abs. Moaning at the way his ass rippled around me with his orgasm, I dragged my eyes down from his gorgeous face to his cock, licking my lips as I watched it spray out another thick pulse onto me.
Remembering how he’d specifically wanted me to build up a huge load to flood his ass with, I made a silent apology to whoever would be in charge of cleaning the carpet in there. Because I already felt like I had a gallon of cum in my balls, waiting to be forced out by my knot and expelled into him.
“Fuck, Angel. My perfect, pretty omega.” My voice was shaky as I praised him, the last few droplets of his cum finally oozing out of his tip before he collapsed against my chest, hugging my neck tightly. “I’ve loved you forever,” I gasped out, unsure where the words had come from or what part of me had allowed them to tumble out. But as always, I knew he would never judge me or make me feel stupid for saying them.
“Me too,” he answered, his voice sounding as soft and sweet as a cloud to me, filling me with bursts of light. “You’re my everything.”
When I moved to his neck, pressing my lips onto his omega gland, he clutched me tighter, but leaned his head back to give me access. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing his body against me so there wasn’t an inch of space between us.
