Page 10 of Accidentally All Inclusive (Beartastic Summer of Love #5)

Jules

It was dark when I opened my eyes again.

A thin sheen of sweat covered my naked body.

Westley’s soft snores offered me comfort.

After he’d cleaned us up with a wet cloth, he curled up next to me and we closed our eyes.

We hadn’t meant to fall asleep, at least I hadn’t.

My heat had subsided once I came, but now it was back in full force.

My skin was hot and tight, like if I didn’t get Westley inside me, I might burst from desire.

I needed him. This time I wouldn’t be satisfied by anything except his cock inside me. I was ready for it. Slick leaked from my hole, and my body ached with the need to be filled.

I reached for Westley. My body trembled with my renewed desire. Even in his sleep, his arm was draped protectively over me.

“Westley,” I whispered. I pressed my lips to his shoulder. His skin tasted like salt water from the ocean. He shifted but didn’t wake.

I let my hand trail down his abdomen, over the dark hair that covered his chest, swirling around his nipples and belly button.

The more I touched, the more I craved. Another time I would explore his body with my tongue.

“Alpha, please.” My hips bucked, my aching cock seeking friction.

His cock also perked up under my ministrations.

It was long and thick, standing proud against his belly. I stilled.

It was right there. I could reach for it, wrap my hand around it and stroke him like I did to myself on the lonely nights when I couldn’t sleep. I’d never touched another man’s cock before.

His eyes snapped open. “Jules? How long... Fuck.” He inhaled, his pupils blown wide. “Your heat is back.”

“It is. Stronger than before.” I writhed against him. My hard cock brushed against his hip, and the minute his skin touched mine, I whimpered. Precum beaded at the tip and dripped onto his skin.

He put his hand to my hip and halted my movement.

“I need you inside me. Really inside me this time. Please, alpha.” My hands continued their exploration, and I grasped his pec. The muscle tensed beneath my palm.

Westley’s hands found my hips, and he maneuvered me so that I was underneath him. His whole body covered me, large and comforting like my own personal safety blanket. “You’re sure? Are you ready, Jules? We can take our time. There is more I can do—”

I cut him off with a kiss to his lips. “I’m ready,” I said.

I wrapped my hand around his length. The hesitancy was gone.

I may not have known what I was doing, but I knew that my touch brought Westley pleasure, that much was clear.

My fingers couldn’t wrap entirely around his girth.

It didn’t scare me, though. I knew what I wanted.

I wanted to feel the stretch and burn of his cock as it filled my channel.

He was hard and thick, the warmth of him spurred me on.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you, before I realized you hadn’t meant to book a companion.

If there is anyone in this world I want to have my first time with, it’s you, Westley. ”

He kissed me, hard and fast. “I’ll be your first and your last, Jules. If we do this, then it’s forever. You’re my mate. I know it in my heart, and soon, we’ll know for sure when my knot expands and locks my seed in your body.”

I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. That sounded divine. Only his cum would alleviate my heat. Before it was over he would need to cum inside again and again.

“Yes, please. I want that. Mine. All mine.”

A growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “Jules, the things you do to me.”

“Show me,” I said. “Show me what I do.”

Westley positioned himself between my legs. His thick cock pressed against my entrance. The head of his cock was slick with precum, and my body welcomed him with a fresh rush of slick.

“Breathe with me,” he said. His forehead pressed against mine. He placed soft kisses to my cheeks, my eyes, and finally my mouth. “Let me in slowly.”

The ferocity of my heat had slowed now that our coupling was imminent. I desired him just as much as before, but I relished the sensual experience of it all.

My hands gripped his shoulders as he began to push inside.

The stretch was intense, and I gasped at the pressure that split my hips.

As my body began to accommodate him, that pressure released and gave way to pleasure.

The heat that infused my body burned me from the inside out.

The satisfaction that came from being filled by my mate was more than anything I could have ever imagined on those lonely nights by myself.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped as he sank deeper. My back arched. “Westley, you’re so big.”

“You’re taking me so well, omega. So perfect for me.” His voice was strained from the effort of holding back. His shoulders shook with the effort. I caressed his back, and he shivered under my fingertips.

“More.” I opened wider, my legs wrapping around him.

“As you command, omega.”

When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled.

The feeling of being completely filled, stretched around his thick length, was overwhelming.

I fought back tears as I stared up at him.

Not from pain, but from the acceptance and love I saw in his eyes.

Westley saw me. He craved me. His body responded to me.

This wasn’t convenience. My heat may have sped up the process, but we would have made it here eventually.

I could lie like this forever with Westley above me. Eventually my need for release won out and my hips bucked.

“Move,” I pleaded. My fingernails dug into his back. “Fuck me, hard, alpha, please!”

Westley pulled back slowly before sliding home again. He set a gentle rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust hit something deep inside me until my toes were curling and my cock was leaking cum. I reached for it, desperately needing release. “I’m so close, alpha. Mark me!”

“Mine.” Westley growled against my neck. His teeth grazed the spot where his mark would go. “My omega. My mate.”

“Yours. Fuck. Mark me. Make it so everyone knows who I belong to.”

He struck then, his teeth sinking into my flesh.

With the flash of pain, came a rush of pleasure, and my release followed.

Cum shot between us as my orgasm rippled through my body.

I clenched around his length as Westley’s movements became more erratic.

Soon he was roaring his release. His growls filled my ears as his cum filled my channel.

Then his knot expanded. The base of his cock swelled, locking him inside me. He couldn’t pull out. It was his way of locking his seed inside me and guaranteeing it took root.

Any question that he was my mate left my mind. Knots only occurred between mates.

We were fated. The pull we had was real and true. We were meant to be.

“Mine,” I said. I ran my hand down his back, and he shivered under my touch. His hips bucked slightly, making his knot tug at my channel.

“Yours,” he said. He kissed my mating mark, and I shivered. “We should have talked about this. We should—”

I silenced him with a kiss. “Don’t fret, mate. I want this. I want you. I don’t regret a single moment, and I love that you’ve marked me. I’m yours.”

The worry lines on Westley’s face softened as he looked down at me. “I don’t regret it either, love. I wish that we—”

“It was perfect.”

“But—”

“Perfection,” I said, firmly this time.

He smiled. “It was perfection.”