I stepped around his tripod and the little table at the end of the bed where all his equipment was and sat him down on the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and off of him, groaning at the sight of his smooth skin, and the realization that I was going to get to touch all of it soon.
Pressing him back against the bed, I bit my lower lip, taking on one of his habits as I reached for the top of his pants, hoping like hell he didn't notice how much I was shaking, but there was nothing to be done about that, since the realization that I was about to get to look at and touch the man of my dreams had finally sunk in, and I was starting to get incredibly nervous.
"I'm so nervous," he whispered as I hooked the top of his pants, and slowly slid the things down, loving the way his body moved as he lifted his hips.
I groaned when his beautiful body was completely exposed to me, before leaning in to kiss the center of his chest, and brush my hands reverently over his silky skin. "Nothing to be nervous about," I whispered back, even as I fought the butterflies dancing in my stomach. "I'd be happy as hell if all I got to do was sit here and stare at you for a few minutes."
He huffed out a laugh, and gasped when I brushed my beard over his nipple. "Well, I have a feeling I'm only going to last a few minutes once I finally get you out of those jeans, but I don't fucking care. I need to see all of you, and I fucking need you to put that gorgeous body on mine."
I groaned, climbing back off of him to hastily fight with the front of my jeans, and peel the damn things off, stepping out of them in a less than graceful fashion that would probably qualify me for some kind of marching contest, but I wasn't really worried about it, since he was sitting up on his elbows, watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.
He started gnawing on that bottom lip as he took me in, reaching down to wrap his hand around his dick, and I groaned, practically launching myself at him.
Never in my life had I wanted a anyone so badly. It had become a constant ache for me since we'd started spending so much time together.
I kissed him hard, and if I'd been in my right mind at all, I might have been appalled at the lack of control and the aggressiveness I used with an omega so much smaller than me, but he gave as good as he got, and when he roughly raked his tongue along the surprisingly sensitive roof of my mouth, I nearly lost my load.
I growled like a fucking animal, pulling back slightly and sucking his lip so hard, I tasted the metallic flavor of his blood rising just below the surface of his skin, leaving his lip red and swollen and slick with my spit.
Running my lips down the side of his neck to his collarbone and then on to his chest, I stopped occasionally to suck up spots on his skin, leaving bruises and beard burn in my wake while pressing down on his dick with my body.
I loved the sound of his whimpers and moans. My name tumbled out of his mouth again and again, revving my body up higher and higher.
When I pulled back to get my hand between his legs, I nearly fell on my face when I had to reach down and grab my own dick to keep the fucker from going off far too soon just from the feel of his slick ass.
Spreading my legs wide, I pressed my nose against his neck, breathing in deep lungfuls of his scent as I slid my fingers into his body one at a time while clamping down hard enough on my cock, I was actually worried I was going to bruise the thing.
"Please, Grant," Bates groaned loudly, his hips moving continuously as he desperately tried to fuck my fingers while rubbing against me. "I'm ready. Fuck, I'm so ready."
Thank fuck, because aside from ripping my dick off completely, I didn't see how I was going to be able to keep the thing from going off any longer. Just sliding my fingers in and out of his hot, tight heat was enough to get me off, and I felt desperate to be inside him… to knot him.
Oh shit.
I held still for a moment, breathing against his neck and swallowing hard in hopes of alleviating the dryness in my throat and trying to focus on that task instead of thinking about my knot buried inside him. He whimpered and whined and did his best to drive me fucking crazy as he writhed on my fingers.
When I thought I might have myself somewhat under control, I pulled my fingers out of him and lined my painfully throbbing, leaking dick to his hole and pressed inside as slowly as I possibly could. A sound somewhere between getting my sole ripped from my body and a whine left me and I felt the first, embarrassing tingles of my orgasm move along my spine.
I wasn't a super experienced man, and it had definitely been a while since I'd shared a sexual experience with anyone besides myself, but I was pretty sure nearly blowing before you'd even moved fell somewhere in the realm of horribly pathetic, but there really was nothing I could do to stop the impending doom, and even as my hips took on a mind of their own, pulling back and punching forward, I knew I should stop, but I couldn't.
Bates screamed my name loud enough to make my ears ring, but I was so fucking grateful to feel his cum splatter between us, I didn't fucking care if he broke my ear drum, and I followed him right over.
I'd kinda known what was going to happen next, even though I'd never done it before in my life, so when the absolute euphoria of my orgasm ramping up as my knot swelled in his ass rushed over me, I let out a small, grunting laugh that turned into a moan as I felt him spasm again and one last ribbon of cum shot against my belly.
I'm never letting him go. I'm never fucking letting him go, I chanted internally as I buried my face against his neck and tried like hell not to embarrass myself further by bawling like a fucking baby.
Chapter Six
AUGUST
I was only half alive when he rolled us, letting me sprawl across him in a way that was probably only comfortable because my body was still in shock, and therefore in no state to bitch about shit.
"That fucking dildo did not prepare me for reality," I said, through a dry mouth, smacking my lips and trying to clear my throat, but I was pretty sure I just sounded like tapdancing with my face. I wouldn't be gaining any followers for my ability to cause ASMR.
"Are you in pain?" Grant asked, sounding concerned, and I laughed, rubbing my face on his chest hair, and moaning… which actually sounded a bit like a purr, since my voice was hoarse. I must have been yelling a little.
It was a good thing my only neighbor was the man whose knot was still lodged in my ass, because I honestly had no idea how loud I'd gotten, or what I'd said. I could have traumatized children.
"I have no idea."
"You don't know if you're in pain?"
"I don't know if I'm still alive."
There was a brief pause, and then he chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through my body that only made me melt further into the man. We lay like that for a while. He gently brushed his fingers up and down my back, over my hips and down my thighs, making goosebumps pop up all over me.
"So," I whispered, trying my best not to break the spell we both seemed to be under. "Time for an awkward conversation."
He grunted, and because I was apparently quite the linguist, I knew that meant, go on Bates. You always astound me with your intelligence.
"At least you know I'm a camboy, so that eliminates that part of the conversation."
He slid his hand over my ass, cupping it lightly before giving it a little pat. "We can discuss it more if you like."