Maybe I'd just gotten used to expecting him not to have those kinds of feelings for me. Maybe I'd ignored the signs, thinking that it was impossible for him to see me that way.
I knocked on the bathroom door, making him gasp, and then something hit the floor, skidding across the tile.
"Arch?"
"I'm fine, Ave," he said, voice strained.
"You know," I said huskily, leaning closer to the door. "I've been thinking about some things."
There was a muted whimper on the other side of the door, and I smiled, wondering if he'd put his hand over his mouth, or was biting down on his lips in an effort to keep his noises quiet.
"When we spent that night at the lodge… when I had my fingers buried in your ass, you were dripping wet." Another whimper, this time louder and I reached down, pressing my palm to my dick over my pants. "I think you liked it. The memories of our night together are vague, but I'll never forget the way you looked riding me. You were fucking spectacular. The sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
"Fuck, Ave," he whispered before keening out a moan, his breathing loud even through the door.
"Why are you panting, Arch? Are you stroking your dick while we talk? You better be opening that ass for me, Arch, because you're about to let me in that fucking bathroom, and I'm going to fuck you until my knot nearly splits you open, do you understand?"
"Avery," he whined, sounding hot as hell.
"That's right. Don't get off, Arch. I want you to come on my dick."
"Shit."
"Unlock the door," I demanded, listening for movement. "Don't make me wait, Archer."
"Hold on," he groaned. "I almost finished before you told me to stop. I need a second to fucking breathe."
I pressed harder against my cock, groaning as I bit my lip and let my eyes fall closed.
The door finally opened, and I was on him, grabbing his left hand and bringing it up to my nose, moaning as the scent of his slick, the same scent I'd been obsessed with for over a month hit me.
I met his widened eyes as I pulled his fingers into my mouth and sucked, groaning at the flavor of him.
"Fuck, yes," I whispered, jerking him into my body. "I love your flavor, Archer. I woke up with you all over my face and hands that morning and I wanted more. I wanted it all over me."
He was biting his lip, watching me, and I jerked him into my arms, leaning in to brush my lips against his and speak into his mouth. "Do you know how much I've dreamed about all the things I want to do to you, Arch? You're why I can't get any fucking sleep at night. I either wake up painfully hard, seconds away from spilling, or covered in my own cum. It's constant, Arch. I need to be inside you."
I should have been embarrassed by the way I was talking to him. It was shocking even to me. I'd never talked to someone like that before, but the words just kept spilling from my mouth, and his reactions told me he liked it, so I wasn't going to try to stop.
I pulled back, looking him over. He'd taken his shirt off in the bathroom, leaving him in nothing but his pajama bottoms, and those were easy enough to handle.
I jerked them down, going down to my knees on the floor to help him step out of them so he didn't fall. As he pulled each leg from the material, his beautiful dick bobbed out in front of him, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning forward and catching it with my mouth.
He gave a high-pitched moan as I sucked him nearly to the base, before pulling back and massaging my tongue over the leaking head, drawing more pre-cum out. It tasted the same as his slick, and I groaned around his cock, my mind suddenly focused on sucking him off right there and getting more of his delicious flavor.
"Avery, please. I want your knot," Archer whispered, his legs wobbling beneath him.
I pulled off reluctantly, grabbing his hips to stabilize him before standing and lifting him, easily making the trek to the bed and laying him out across it.
I tilted my head as I tossed the last of my clothing aside, pausing a moment to let my gaze linger on his beautiful body before climbing up and over him, and between his legs.
"Show me your hole, Archer," I whispered, gripping his hips and sliding them closer, forcing him to spread his legs even further around me. "I want to see where I'm going to bury my knot.
Biting his lip, he pulled his legs up and out, displaying himself beautifully for me. His slick was glistening around his puckered flesh, and I pressed a finger to his entrance, sliding inside and groaning at his tight heat.
He'd loosened himself in the bathroom, so I was pretty sure I could slide into him quite easily at the moment, especially with how warm and wet he was, but I'd wanted a treat. I brought my finger to my mouth sucking and licking at it until there was no trace of his slick.
He watched me, his gaze heated, and I moaned, gripping my dick and rubbing the head through the slick at his entrance, before pressing against his hole. I bent down to take his mouth and gasped into it instead as my dick broke through the barrier and slid deep into his ass.
"Holy fuck," I whispered, shuddering. "You feel fucking amazing, Archer. Fuck. Fuck."
I had a feeling this was going to take a grand total of like four and a half seconds. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my entire life as I did when I was fully seated inside my amazing fucking omega.
"Avery," he gasped when I pulled out slowly and slammed back in, making his gorgeous body bow off the bed. "Yes. I love the way you feel inside me. Fuck."
I kissed him, taking all his cries of ecstasy inside me as I slammed in and out of his body again and again. Suddenly, his ass clenched hard around me, and he flew apart in my arms, yelling out against my mouth as jets of cum shot up between us, and his ass continued to milk me until I felt the tug on my dick as it started to swell, stretching him further. His body convulsed and he rasped out my name, his voice giving out as my orgasm crested and I shot deep into his ass, shocked into complete silence as not a sound left my throat until the last drop of my cum spilled inside him.
I didn't want to collapse down on top of him since I was so much bigger, so I wrapped my arms around him and rolled to my back, finally giving my body permission to relax. Archer didn't move at all, and I used the last of my energy to lift my head and make sure he was okay.
"You okay, baby?" I asked as he tilted his head back to look up at me.
My head fell back to the mattress and he grunted at me, probably saying he was all good, because I couldn't move to change it if he wasn't.
"This is a thing," he mumbled against my pec, drooling slightly. "We're doing this a lot. Like, all the time."
"Yes," I whispered as I started to fall asleep. "In a minute."
He chuckled, leaning up to wipe the drool off of his mouth before letting his head fall right back to my pec.
I didn't know which of us fell asleep first, but I slept harder than I had in a long, long time.
***
"What would I have to pay you for you to move into my house and take care of him full-time?" Frost asked, plucking the cute little boy out of my arms and sighing. "I'm too old for this. Toddlers are exhausting."
Frost was one of my neighbors, and his nephew Casey was my newest daycare kid. He was about twenty months old, crazy coordinated and full of energy. And fucking smart. He'd already started trying to potty train on his own, having watched one of the slightly older boys we were working with, and apparently deciding he too was sick of diapers.