Page 6 of Curtis & Jae (Mate Match #1)

Six

Jae

“Do you need to move your car?” Curtis asked as we walked towards his place. He craned his neck, looking back towards the restaurant. “I don’t want you getting a ticket for parking there too long.”

Ugh, he was the sweetest. I was happy to put him at ease. “Don’t have one.” I gave a careless shrug. “I work from home, mostly. Everything can be delivered and public transport is decent. I took a ride-share to our date.”

“Makes sense. I’ve got my truck for work.” His words were a little stilted. Awkward.

I got the feeling we were both getting in our heads a little.

This was a big deal. I was attracted to Curtis, sure, but I hadn’t been planning on jumping into bed with him on the first date, let alone going through my heat so soon.

I had really hoped we’d have time to get to know each other better, develop a relationship first.

Still, I felt like going home alone and suffering would damage whatever we had growing between us. Me showing him this trust had bolstered his confidence. Not that it was any reason to sleep with him. I wanted to. Curtis was handsome, sweet, and I felt a need to know what he’d feel like inside me.

My hole clenched around nothing, more slick leaked. I tightened my hold on Curtis’ hand, feeling more uncomfortable than before and needing his grounding presence.

“Nearly there,” Curtis assured me. In response to my pheromones, he leaked some. His control was decent, yet faced with a dominant omega like me, he was struggling with his hold.

Sure enough, we slowed to a stop just at the edge of his property.

The house was impressive. Maybe not much to most, but it had a fair amount of land either side of it to extend if necessary.

There was only one floor, with many gleaming windows throwing the last of the day’s sun back at us.

The window trim, wide door, and sidings were all painted a sage green. It gave the house a very homey feel.

“If you want to back out now, I can drive you home.” Perhaps Curtis took my silence for hesitation, which was why he offered me an out.

I looked at him, really studied his face.

His medium brown skin was slightly flushed, a sign my pheromones were doing a number on him.

His pupils were dilated and his nostrils flared as he took more of my scent in.

Curtis wasn’t conventually attractive, his nose was a little wide, his mouth slightly down turned.

He had full lips and a softer jawline, but I found I couldn’t stop looking at him.

Everything about him just appealed to me.

He was taller than me, not difficult since I was about five foot seven.

Omegas were usually smaller. Curtis looked to be maybe six feet tall.

He was wide in the shoulders, slightly chubby around the middle in that soft way I’d always secretly liked, even if society dictated alphas have a certain body type.

What? I’d always liked men who enjoyed their food, okay?

Most importantly, Curtis gave great hugs, and when he kissed me, I knew I wanted more.

“No. I want you. I want to do this with you.” All I could do was be honest with him. Going home, or using a service, didn’t appeal, especially not with Curtis in front of me.

“Okay.” He turned and led me up the path and into his place.

Inside, I got to see what the home Curtis owned looked like.

He’d already told me there were three bedrooms, one which he used as a home office.

Due to being so close, Curtis had chosen to walk to our date.

The evening was mild for spring, making our fifteen minute journey pleasant.

It was nice to have the cooler air on my skin.

The scent of flowers lingered in the air alongside the traffic and pheromones I was used to.

There was a small front yard, which was neatly kept. I imagined the backyard was the same. Inside was comfortable and clean. Nothing fancy, just homey. From where I was, I could see the living room. It was filled with overstuffed couches and armchairs, bookshelves, and a sturdy coffee table.

“You’ve got a nice place,” I offered as we stood awkwardly in the entryway. Curtis hung up my jacket next to his while I removed my shoes, seeing him toe his off.

“Thanks. Can I get you anything?”

“Can I shower? Sorry, I feel all gross.”

“No, that’s fine. Here, my bathroom is better.” I followed him to the main bedroom, where a massive bed with a navy comforter dominated the space. “I’ll just grab you a towel.” He showed me into the bathroom, his expression blank.

“Cool. Thanks.” Fuck, this was awkward. I wanted the easy affection of the drugstore back. Determined to fix things, I turned on the shower and quickly shed my clothes.

When he returned, Curtis was treated to me fully naked, half hard, and waiting for him. He took me in, his mouth hanging ajar.

“Shower with me?”

He answered by dumping his clothes on the floor with a shy smile.

Wow, he was gorgeous! He had a thin layer of chest hair, a fairly well-defined body with that extra layer of padding I loved.

He looked like he would be comfortable to lie on once we were spent.

His thighs were muscular, ass a peach, and that cock?

Damn. I was going to struggle, but it would be worth it.

His cock was long, cut, and thick. There was a vein running along his shaft I wanted to trace with my tongue. After he fucked me, though.

Suddenly, I felt so empty. I needed him.

We came together under the spray in a scorching kiss. My legs shook as I raised up on my toes to properly reach his mouth. My arms went around his neck, my fingers to his buzzed short hair. Curtis’ tongue met mine as the kiss deepened.

He hoisted me into his arms, leaning my back against the wet wall. I gasped at the coolness after the heat of the water. Curtis licked deeper into my mouth, sucking on my tongue. My legs wrapped around his waist, leaving his hands free to roam my body.

The prickling burn of my heat was maddening. “Now, please!” I begged as Curtis traced my crack with a finger.

Curtis slipped two fingers into my already wet hole. I could feel slick joining the water running down our bodies. He found my prostate as he loosened me further for his cock.

I was useless to do anything but hang onto him and kiss him back while I waited for him to fill me.

“We have to wait,” he said above the spray. “The timer.”

“Fuck.”

He continued to tease me, stretch me for that amazing cock while the minutes ticked down.

I’d never been so glad to hear it go off. I was nearly out of my mind, waiting to be filled.

“Shit!” Curtis left the shower, dripping water everywhere. He had to dry his hand in order to turn the timer off. “Sorry,” he muttered when he returned to my side. “Where were we?”

His mouth met mine again, his fingers teased over my erection. I needed to be filled. I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Curtis hoisted me again. He teased my hole, making me groan with frustration.

“Now, please!” I begged once more.

The feeling of his cockhead pushing past the first ring of muscle was euphoric, only surpassed by the feeling of him fully seated in me.

Then he moved.

I was done for with the way he worked his hips, pumping his long cock in and out of me, hitting every spot that made me cry out. He swallowed my noises as I clung to him.

He broke our kiss to mutter just loud enough to be heard over the water. “Not going to last.” He thrust faster, harder, as he held me against the wall.

In his arms, I felt perfectly safe as he drove me out of my mind. This was easily the best sex I’d had in a long time. What would he be like when he knew my body better? I was surely ruined for anyone else.

Curtis’ fingers encircled my cock once more as his thrusts quickened further. With just a few strokes, I came over his hand.

His knot formed, stretching me and triggering another orgasm. The feeling was blissful. I felt rather than scented another burst of pheromones from Curtis. My heat calmed when I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came, too.

I cupped his face, bringing it to mine so I could kiss him again. This one was sweet, full of gratitude for a great experience.

“Next time, I want to suck you first. Oh, and maybe we can make it to the bed?”

I could almost sense his relief. He laughed, jostling me some. “Yeah, sounds good. That was intense. Good, but intense.”

Curtis pampered me for the rest of our shower.

We were still joined for a few minutes, so he made the best use of that time by washing my hair for me.

He then soaped up my body, being careful around my hole and sensitive dick.

He slipped free while he was rinsing me, giving me the opportunity to do the same for him.

Once we were washed, he wrapped me in the fluffy towel he’d found for me to use. By the time we made it to the bed, I wanted him again as I felt another wave of heat start.

We lay making out on the bed until I got impatient for a taste.

I broke free to kiss down his body, loving the feel of his chest hair under my palms. I licked and sucked his length, teased the head of his cock, and took him deep into my mouth, just enjoying tasting him.

The flavor of his precome burst on my tongue, making me moan, and my hole clench with need.

“More,” I muttered as I came off his thick cock. Impatiently, I crawled up his body, notched his head at my entrance, and slid down on his length. “Fuck!” In that position, he was so deep!

He clasped my hips, guiding me up and down on his dick as he stared at me with wonder. I loved that look on his face. He made me feel so special.

“You’re amazing! Feel so good!” He bit at his lip, holding back a groan. It rumbled in his throat, desperate to be free. The sound made me shudder.

I rode him until I was too sweaty and tired to continue. I needed him to come so badly. My limbs felt like they were on fire!

Curtis flipped us so I was under him. He folded me nearly in half as his rut took over. He drove inside me relentlessly, chasing his pleasure while he drove me wild.

I lost track of time as we fucked for hours.

The sky outside darkened as we learned about each other’s bodies.

I learned how to make him moan for me. He loved it when I dug my nails into his shoulders while he railed me.

I wailed when he drilled into me, not treating me like I was fragile because I was an omega and smaller than him.

When he went wild when the rut took over, I lost it, too.

Everything was perfect.

What was better than the mind blowing sex was waking up to freshly made pancakes. Curtis fed me pieces while he took me apart again. This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

He made sure I drank plenty of water whenever he had the chance. Curtis cleaned me up with such care, always tender and kind. If this was what life would be like as his omega, I was signing up for life! I felt so pampered and relaxed.

With him, I felt so cherished. I was almost disappointed a day later when my heat ended. A unique situation for me. Normally I hated my heats. They were uncomfortable and inconvenient.

“You don’t have to go, do you?” he asked when I told him it was done. The cutie was practically pouting! “I mean, I’d like you to stay so I can feed you breakfast again.”

“Um, I’d like that.” One more night in his arms?

Sold. I snuggled closer. We lay in bed watching an anime I’d found that I thought he’d like until we got too sleepy to finish it and settled down to get some rest. It was an effortless way to pass the day with him.

Comfortable in a way I’d never been with anyone, certainly not this soon.

When I woke in the middle of the night, I was cradled against Curtis’ chest. I wriggled in place so I could kiss his sweet mouth.

“Hmm,” he murmured as he woke. He kissed me back deeply, heating my blood and hardening my cock. I leaked slick and felt his growing arousal. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

We rocked together under the moonlight. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. All of it, my heat, and the domesticity in between, it told me Mate Match might have found me someone really important to me.