“Fuck me,” he murmured. “Please.”
“Say it again, baby. Loud and clear.”
“I said,fuckme!” he practically snapped.
My cock sprung out of my pants as soon as he was done speaking. It had been straining this entire time, rock hard since we’d fooled around in the elevator. The tip pressed against Skylar’s slick entrance like the two were magnets being pulled together.
“C’mon, please,” he begged.
He was relaxed as I entered him. His back arched, a small moan spilling from his lips as I eased further inside. I couldn’t believe how easily he took my cock. Soon I was pressed up until my balls, which ached for release. Skylar was melting into the couch, his hair sweat-damp and his posture boneless from pure pleasure.
Slowly and gently, I began fucking him. With my hand still wrapped around his cock and my mouth returning to its previous position on his swollen nipple, it was a little rough and clumsy, but it still made Skylar feel good--judging by his moans and whimpers, anyway--which was all that mattered. It was no professional porn video, but it did the trick.
I sunk into Skylar’s hot, tight entrance over and over, building a rhythm. My thrusts were gentle to keep things comfortable for him. My hand kept pumping his twitching cock, and my mouth was busy suckling his nipple--probably for the best, since otherwise I’d be running it. Skylar had devolved past words, just letting out lewd sounds of arousal as I pleasured him from three different angles.
My own orgasm built fast, feeling hot and tight in my groin, growing hotter with every thrust of my hips. The velvety friction of Skylar’s ass sucked me in, made me sees stars behind my closed eyes. The tension grew taut, and before I knew it I was cumming inside him.
Skylar let out a cry. His nipple grew harder than usual in my mouth, and I knew he was close.
“Please keep touching me, fuck, don’t stop!” he cried.
I kept up the pace, sucking and pumping his cock, and felt the warm seed from my orgasm seep out of his ass, and then Skylar nearly screamed as his orgasm hit. His cum shot out, spilling thick ropes over my hand and his skin. Skylar pushed me off his nipple and my mouth went away with apop.
“Fuck,” he said breathlessly. “Holy fuck.”
I glanced down at the huge mess we had made on the leather couch and the floor and sighed. “If we intend to keep doing this, maybe we should invest in a tarp or something.”
Skylar laughed and threw a pillow at me.
21
Skylar
“Wasn’t your baby due, like, a week ago?”
Kaden’s question made me groan. I was huge. I was exhausted. My back killed me constantly, which had only been tolerable because of Rafael’s frequent massages, but it still made me irritable.
“Sorry,” Kaden said with a wince, noticing my discomfort.
I was visiting him on his day off to check up on the situation with him and Cash. The alpha hadn’t given off any warning signs yet, which was a relief. Despite my misgivings about Kaden having an alpha roommate, things seemed to be going okay. Part of me was relieved I wouldn’t have to worry so much about Kaden and play mother hen with him anymore when my own real baby was finally born.
Whenever the hell that was going to be.
“There’s no telling with babies,” Jake’s voice called from the kitchen. “They operate on their own schedules.”
He came in with a couple of bowls of chips and M&Ms, putting them on the coffee table. Unfortunately, the table was the perfect height for his son, Finn, to curiously grab things.
“Ah ah,” Jake said. “No chippies for Finn. These are for your uncle Skylar.”
“Chippy,” Finn complained.
“No chippy,” Jake repeated, then sighed as he flopped down next to me on the couch so I was sandwiched in between him and Kaden. “It feels like just yesterday that I was as bloated and pregnant as you.”
“Gee, thanks,” I muttered.
“No problem. You look great, by the way. Glowing and all.”
Since I was too big to comfortably elbow him, I settled for rolling my eyes at him while I shovelled treats in my mouth. I’d been eating pretty well for the majority of my pregnancy but I was so miserable lately that I just wanted some snacks and candy, damnit.
