Page 110 of Broken Bonds

Goddess, I fucking love slutty omegas.

I mean, I love slutty guys, period, but omegas have a way of ramping it up a notch.

Except I’m not ready to introduce Mal to one of my fuck machines yet. I’m having too much fun with these intimate encounters, the warmth of his body against mine and smelling his sweat and cum, and listening to his increasingly needy breaths.

Normally, I’d be able to pop two or three times in a night like this, but I’m tired and concerned about the future and know I have another long day ahead of me tomorrow helping Jax at the rec center. I’m happy to make this one last a while, edging myself with Mal’s hotly sweet mouth as he tries to build himself up to his second climax. Watching him squirm between my thighs is fucking sexy as hell.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “I gotta help you make up for lost time, all these things you’ve never been able to do before.”

His eyes drop closed and he’s absolutely gone into whatever headspace has consumed him. He sucks and licks my cock, but from the way he’s wordlessly moaning, I know at this moment he’s defaulted to a primal mindset. I could stick my fingers or toes—or anything, even some other guy’s fingers or cock, or a sex toy—into his mouth and he’d be worshiping it the way he is me.

I love this for him, and that I get to be the one to usher him through these fun and sexy firsts.

With our long lives, we don’t always get to remember our firsts.

My cock throbs in his mouth as his breaths grow quick and shallow, whining, gasping—and then he screams around my cock again as the next one hits him.

I thumb the controller to start the massaging balls rotating inside it, knowing it’ll prolong this one for him, and then grab his head and start fucking his mouth. I’m careful not to gag him but I can’t hold back.

The crazy-sexy energy washing off him has me desperate to come with him, inside him, fully share this moment with him.

He’s still moaning his way through his climax when mine hits and my cock jerks, pulsing as I pump the load into his eager mouth. Mal starts sucking me, taking me deeper than I was fucking him, bobbing his head up and down even while he’s squirming and writhing between my thighs. His fists wildly clench the air, and just when I think he’s done, his body stiffens, another muffled moan vibrating around my cock.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp, my load still pumping into him. “You just had a double one, didn’t you?”

But he can’t reply because he’s deep in pleasure, man, and he’s nearly gagging himself on my cock. That’s really common, I’ve found, that some guys go much deeper when they’re coming and their body is too distracted to let their gag reflex realize what’s going on. I mean, I have no clue what the scientific explanation is for that, but it’s something Sam’s done a lot when he’s going down on me, and even Shawn does it a lot, not to mention all the countless other examples from throughout the years.

I reach for the remote to turn it off, but his hand clamps around my wrist. He forces his eyes open and there’s a heady mix of desperation and overwhelming, needy lust there that I laugh.

“Okay, baby. Ride it out and let me know.”

That’s basically what he’s doing—humping the air and pausing when it’s hitting his button, squirming around when it shifts or is too much, just to recapture it seconds later.

I cup the back of his head with my other hand and firmly ease him farther down my cock, even though it’s gone almost fully soft. He gulps me down to the root and burrows his face in my pubes.

“Good boy,” I whisper. “Goddess, that’s so fucking hot watching you like this.”

Another whimper, and before I realize it I’m boning up again.

Yay!

Belatedly, I realize this one won’t take me long, because I completely discounted how amazingly sexy watching him would be. I pull my hand free from his grasp so I can hold his head, and this time I do start fucking his face.

“Hold my thighs. Claw me if it’s too much. Otherwise, hang on.”

His eyes crack open and that wild look is still there. They’re tearing up and snot’s running from his nose now, but he’s holding on to me and taking every bit I give him. I still don’t slam all the way down his throat, but I find a good pace and depth where I come close to gagging him but not quite, and it only takes me another couple of minutes to get there.

“Swallow, baby.”

He moans, greedily swallowing and then suddenly screaming again.

“That’s four, right?” I gasp as I bury myself deep and hold still, staring into his eyes. “Good boys get rewards, you know.”

He’s trembling, almost shivering, covered in sweat and smelling like my cum as well as his now, and I don’t even know how he’s still on his knees.

This time, when I reach for the remote, he doesn’t have the strength to stop me, and I turn off the butt plug.

He moans—in disappointment—and I have to push a thumb into his mouth to finally get him to release my cock, which makes me laugh.