“Stop playing,” I say, bracing one hand beside him.
“I’m not playing.” Blake sets the tablet farther behind himself and hooks one ankle behind my thigh. His expression loses some of its teasing as he studies me. “You’ve spent all night looking at everyone except me.”
“Because you’re supposed to be asleep.”
“I wasn’t asking you to check whether I’m tired.”
His fingers catch the front of my shirt and draws me closer. The irritation in my chest changes shape when his mouth brushes mine, soft at first and then firmer when I don’t pull away.
“What are you asking for?” I murmur.
Blake’s smile presses against my lips. “For you to stop being careful for five minutes.”
Blake kisses me before I can answer. He’s still smiling against my mouth while he drags me closer between his knees. I reach behind him for the tablet, but Blake pushes it farther across the counter and tightens his legs around my hips, making it clear the tablet was only an excuse to get me close.
I catch Blake’s jaw and ask whether he is sure. Blake gives me a clear yes and tells me he wants me to stop treating every touch like a risk assessment. I remind him that he still has to say if he needs to slow down, change position, or stop. Blake agrees, then immediately provokes me again by grinding against me and telling me I am taking too long.
I take control there in the kitchen. I push Blake’s shirt up his chest and kiss down his throat and over his collarbones. My mouth moves lower across his chest while my hands work open his pants and push them down his thighs. I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him slowly while my other hand slides between his legs. Blake braces himself against the counter. He tries to keep his laughter quiet as I push two slick-coated fingers inside him. I work them in and out, stretching him open while my mouth sucks marks into the skin just below his ribs.
Blake keeps pulling me back up into kisses. He bites at my lower lip and whispers that everyone else is asleep, which only makes the risk of being heard more exciting. I add a third finger and curl them inside him, stroking that spot that always makes his breath hitch. His cock leaks in my hand. I keep stroking him steadily while my fingers fuck into him deeper.
I check him one more time before I pull my fingers out. “Still good?”
Blake nods quickly. “Yes. Fuck, Grayson, stop checking and just take me already.”
I push his pants the rest of the way off and free my own cock. I line up and press the head of my cock against his slick hole. I push inside him in one slow, steady thrust. The tight heat of himsurrounds me completely. Blake’s head falls back. A low moan escapes him as I bottom out. I hold his hips still when he tries to rush me and start moving with deep, controlled thrusts. I drive into him against the counter while I keep kissing him to muffle the sounds he cannot fully control.
Blake continues teasing me between broken breaths. “That all you got, Alpha?” But the words start falling apart as I drive deeper. I angle my hips to hit that spot inside him with every thrust. My hand strokes his cock in time with my movements. The kitchen fills with the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of his slick hole and the quiet slap of skin on skin.
When I feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, Blake laughs breathlessly against my mouth. “You cannot knot me here.”
I still just enough to look at him. One hand stays firm beneath his thigh. “Then hold on.”
Without withdrawing, I lift Blake from the counter. He locks both arms around my neck and both legs around my waist. He buries his face against my shoulder to smother another laugh while I carry him down the hall, moving to the spare bedroom so we don’t wake anyone.
Once the door closes behind us I lower Blake onto the bed. I stay buried inside him the entire time as I reposition us. I brace him securely against the pillows and begin moving with longer, deeper strokes. Blake remains playful. He asks whether stolen cake is all it takes to earn this kind of attention, but I answer by kissing him deeply and increasing the pace until he can no longer finish the sentence.
I make love to him rather than turning the scene rough. I keep one hand beneath his back for support and the other controlling his hip. I kiss him through every change in rhythm. My cock slides in and out of his slick heat in steady, thorough strokes. Blake’s legs stay wrapped tight around me. His hands move overmy back and shoulders. I feel every flutter of his walls around my cock.
Blake reaches release first while I am still deep inside him. His body tightens around me. His cock pulses between us as he comes with a muffled groan against my mouth. His slick gushes hotter around my cock. I keep moving through his orgasm, drawing it out until he is trembling beneath me.
Blake’s voice is wrecked when he finally speaks. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
I continue thrusting into him. My pace builds as my knot swells larger. Blake moans and clenches around me. I push my knot past his rim and lock us together as pleasure crashes through me and I come deep inside him. I fill him with thick spurts while my knot stretches him wide, Blake shuddering through the sensation.
We remain joined until the knot begins to ease. Blake relaxes beneath me with one hand moving lazily through my hair and the other tracing the back of my neck. I keep kissing him softly and checking his face without turning the moment clinical.
Once I can withdraw safely, I gather Blake into my arms and carry him toward the bathroom. He hums into my shoulder. “What are you doing?” His words slur a little, his lids already fighting him like they used to do when he was still an Omega. “Mmm, we can just go back to bed.” Blake protests, still sounding pleased with himself.
I kiss Blake before the complaint can grow. “If I don’t give you a shower, you’re going to complain tomorrow. And if I take you into that room smelling like this, no one’s getting any sleep.”
Blake chuckles and holds me more tightly. “How do I smell, Alpha?”
I kiss him again as I carry him into the bathroom. “Sweet. Like pear tart. If none of us worked tomorrow, I’d show you exactly how much I like that smell.”
His smile presses against my mouth while I turn on the shower and carry him beneath the warm water. I keep him in my arms beneath the spray until his legs are steady enough to hold him, and he makes no effort to hurry the process. He rests against my chest while I rinse the evidence of the scene from both of us, occasionally tilting his head back for another kiss.
“You’re still throwing away the coffee, aren’t you?” Blake asks when I reach for the soap.
