“I didn’t know you could use those in places that weren’t your head,” I said.
“It’s mine. I can use it anywhere I please,” he smirked and I crossed my ankles, imagining those thin metal tips tickling up and down my body searching not only for ticklish spots but finding my erogenous zones too. Wess circled around me and spread my ankles apart gently. I tried to watch over my shoulder, but he pointed toward the front, and I put my head back in the cradle. I strained trying to see his legs under the table as if their position might let me in on what he planned to do next. He nudged them apart even further, taking advantage of the draconic-sized massage table I invested in when I thought it was part of my future career. Then he ran the head scratcher up and down my left calf before giving my right calf the same treatment. Little sensations ran free over my body like wild stallions stampeding across the open plains. Then his tongue followed the head scratcher as if he wanted to taste every inch of my flesh.
Wess licked and kissed up and down each of my legs in turn. With my hands tied together, I could only revel in the warmth of his affectionate mouth. I ground down against the table as my hard cock demanded attention. He didn’t stop or encourage the grinding but ignored it entirely as he showered my legs with attention until I couldn’t stop thinking about how warm and glorious his mouth would feel in other places.
His big, strong hands found my ass cheeks and pushed them apart. The cool air played at my damp omegahole, but his hot breath soon replaced it. He ran his thumb in circles over my sensitive flesh, following the rhythm of my grinding down against the massage table. His thumb dipped into me, teasingmy nerve endings. I arched my back upward, sliding onto more of his thumb and taking what I wanted.
Wess’s free hand slid under me and he half-propped me up with his arm as his fist found my dick. His thumb drew slow, lazy circles around my tip, making me draw in a sharp breath. His thumbs drew circles in time with each other, forcing my brain to try to wrap around both sensations simultaneously. A little growl crawled out of my throat, and I rocked my hips, asking for more without my words. A second later, his thumb was replaced by two long, probing fingers sliding into my body. I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but I was always a loud bear in the bedroom. All the things I never said and all the words I swallowed crawled back out of me whenever pleasure fried my brain.
Wess rocked his fingers inside of me as he properly took hold of my cock. He stroked me in time with his nimble fingers as they opened me up and brushed against all my neglected nerve endings. I hadn’t been with anyone since I found out I was pregnant. I lost myself to the sensations sweeping over my body. Again and again, I tried to reach back and touch him or to grab onto the end of the table to ride out the waves of sensations, but I couldn’t. My hands were trapped together, forcing me to stay still and absorb the movements and the sensations. With nothing to distract me, I devolved into a ball of pleasure that could only writhe over my mate’s hands as he brought me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Wess had me right where he wanted me. No thought stuck to my head. There wasn’t enough time in between little, happy waves of pleasure to worry about any Frost-damned thing. There was just me, the belt, and Wess’s hands bringing me over the edge.
My balls drew up tight to my body and everything inside me screamed for release. My limbs shook, but Wess’s long fingersdidn’t relent. They moved faster, stroking and rocking, until I thought my eyes would cross. A roar echoed out of me, bouncing around the house. I waited for Wess to shut me up but he kept stroking and rocking until I was trying to force myself up on my knees to slam back against his giving fingers. Only I didn’t make it up before my whole body trembled as the warm sticky streams, that proved just how relaxed he made me, escaped. I roared again, reveling in the sweeping full-body sensation of having just came. I wanted to roll onto my back but the sheet covering the table was now a mess and my hands were still tied together. I panted, resting my face in the cradle while Wess smugly rubbed my back with one hand.
“You win,” I laughed.
“Win what?” he teased.
“Relaxation,” I said, only able to pant out a few syllables at a time.
“That was your reward,” he teased. “Anytime you’re stressed out now I know I just need to tie you up.”
He disappeared again and came back with a towel and a sports drink from the fridge. I glanced at the towel, ensuring it wasn’t a kitchen towel. Cum and slick didn’t belong on them. Wess sat me up and I reached for the drink and laughed. My hands were still belted together. He opened it and held it for me to drink from. It felt strangely intimate, maybe even more so than him having just had his fingers stuffed into my omegahole as far as they could reach. I never struggled with sex. I just went to places where it normally didn’t come back to haunt me. Intimacy… Well, letting someone into my life meant giving them the chance to fuck it up. Only, Wess seemed intent on doing just the opposite of that. He wiped me off with the towel anddisappeared through the house again. When he came back he alternated feeding me chips and giving me a drink.
Somewhere through the house my phone was vibrating but I ignored it as it buzzed across a table. If my family needed me they’d poke me over the family link. If something was wrong with the baby, I’d feel it over our baby-carrier link. Andy was preoccupied with trying to eat his grandsire’s shoe string while the others organized the boxes of Yuletide ornaments to get ready for the tree decorating party in a few weeks.
“Do you want me to look?” Wess asked, looking in the direction of the vibration too.
“Maybe,” I said.
“More or less stress for me to look?” he asked, picking up another chip from the bowl.
“Less,” I admitted.
“Okay,” he said and popped the chip into my mouth. He sprinted over to the end table and stared down.
“Some guy named Bernard Collins?” he said, his eyebrows arching high in question.
“Ugh,” I said after I finished the chip. “That’s Venal’s new roommate. He’s probably using his phone to call. Let him leave a message.”
Wess smirked and I didn’t question why. If Wess had an ex or a baby daddy to choose me over and he did, he would probably leave a smug look on my face too. He didn’t say anything as he came back to feed me more chips. Only once the bowl was empty did he lift me from the massage table and sit medown on the sofa. He changed out the massage table sheet before tossing the dirty one into the laundry room and putting the table away in the hall closet. When he came back, he tugged me across the sofa to stretch out with my head in his lap. My hands were still belted in front of me, but I didn’t need them free to enjoy the scalp massage and Wess playing with my hair. I opened my mouth to ask him how he wanted me to get him off but I yawned and he flashed me a knowing look.
“Yeah, yeah. You know how tired raising a baby makes me,” I teased him.
“Actually, I tuckered you out this time,” he teased me right back. “Shall I free you for a nap?”
The phone vibrated again.
“Shall I answer and cuss him out?” he changed his question and I shook my head. “Yes to the nap. No to cussing out Venal. He’s probably heard we’ve met from someone and now that he can’t come and be in your spot it’s exactly where he wants to be.”
“Eh, if he came to bug you, I’d just turn him into an ice statue,” Wess smirked.
“Hands,” I said, holding them up and he undid the buckle. Once my hands were free, he massaged them until he was sure the bondage did no damage. I dozed off with my head in his lap while he played with my hair. Surely, all the naps I took had to bore him, but when I woke up just long enough to roll over, I found myself trapped in his arms and legs because he’d stretched out with me and dozed off too.
CHAPTER NINE
Wess
Nightshade Bear Territory
