Page 77 of Slick Trip

He giggled. “Your rut is definitely on.”

I carried him back to the bed, flipping him onto the mattress. I moved with a frantic energy, tugging his boxers down. He looked up at me happily. “I’m guessing we’re not going back to sleep?”

“You’re guessing right.” I took him into my mouth, swallowing him down. My fingers were already working him open. It was easy with the slick he was producing for me.

“Good Omega,” I praised. Soon, I had him arching off the mattress, his fingers tangled in my hair

“Not gonna last long,” he whimpered.

I released him with one last teasing bite to his inner thigh. “On your hands and knees. Ass up.”

He obeyed eagerly, moaning when I spread his cheeks and pushed my tongue inside. His slick had to be my favorite taste in the world; it was fucking phenomenal. Ignoring his pleasure-soaked sobbing, I feasted on him until he came. Even then, I continued the relentless tongue-fucking through his orgasm.

“You’re going to come again,” I told him, pressing him against the mattress with one hand, yanking his ass up with the other. Then I pushed into him in one hard, unyielding thrust. I needed to claim him, brand him, make him mine in every possible way. I pulled him up so I could suck the skin over his scent gland. I wasn’t satisfied until I was sure there’d be a bruise to show the world he belonged to me.

Cooper was always vocal during sex, but this time, he was so loud the neighbors would be getting a full education on what it sounded like when an Alpha in rut was fucking his Omega. Cooper was panting, meeting my thrusts the best he could, and when I reached to stroke him, he came with a keening sound, his body shaking under mine. His hole tightened around my cock, milking me, and pleasure stronger than anything I’d felt before tore through me.

For a heartbeat, I was sure I was dying.

But I wasn’t dying. I was coming.

And coming.

And fucking coming. I buried load after load of cum inside Cooper, so delirious from the orgasm that for a second, I thought I might have impregnated him. A jolt of pure Alpha satisfaction hit me until I remembered that male pregnancy had been defeated by evolution thousands of years ago. Pulling out, I admired the way his hole glistened, pink and dripping with my cum and his slick. I licked some of it, relishing our taste.

“Fuck,” I panted. “I got so into it, I wanted to get you pregnant.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you succeeded,” Cooper murmured, already half asleep when I wiped him clean. “That was an obscene amount of cum you shot inside me. Something surely must grow out of it.”

Epilogue

JON, six months later

My latest game had gone viral. In theory, it was great. In practice, it was still great, but my inbox was flooded with offers from studios I’d only ever dreamed about. I was busier than I’d ever been. So naturally, Cooper insisted on going out tonight.

“I want to go,” he said from the doorway, like we hadn’t already had this conversation three times.

I didn’t look up from my laptop. “No.”

He padded closer. “You told me yesterday we’d do something fun today.”

I paused my typing, feeling a sharp pang of guilt. Cooper was an extrovert who loved parties and being surrounded by people.

“I know, baby,” I said, pulling him close enough so I could kiss the pout on his lips. “But something urgent came up. Anyway, your heat is coming. You should rest.”

He crossed his arms. “According to you, I’m always in pre-heat.”

“You built a nest out of my dirty clothes yesterday,” I pointed out.

He didn’t miss a beat. “I was drawing your attention to the laundry piling up.”

“You made me go to the corner store to buy Raisinets.”

“I’m sorry I inconvenienced you.”

Fighting a smile, I leaned back in my chair. “You know you never inconvenience me, so you can drop that act.”

“I’m twenty,” he went on, like I hadn’t spoken. “Well, almost. And I want to go out.”