Nero took his time with my cock, playing with it like it was the most enjoyable thing in the world. He stroked and pumped and licked, and all of it made me whimper with pleasure. My thighs trembled as I straddled him. My face was so hot I was surprised steam wasn’t filling the room.
When Nero sucked the head of my cock, I gasped. The pleasure rushing through me was unbearable. My nerves buzzed. His black eyes flashed up at me from under his lashes. It was clear he enjoyed this as much as I did, which filled me with relief and happiness. I wanted Nero to feel good, too.
Nero’s tongue danced over my cock, gliding up the shaft and slipping into the slit. No part of me went untouched. My head spun, dizzy with pleasure. Even though I was physically on top of him, I was at his mercy. Yet I wasn’t anxious or afraid at all. I trusted Nero and he returned it by taking amazing care of me.
My arousal neared its breaking point and Nero knew it. He enveloped my whole cock like it was nothing, sucked gently, alternating between fast and slow until I was moaning and crying out, unable to hold back anymore. It hit me like a wave. I gripped his shoulders and came hard, emptying myself down his throat. When it was over, I was shaking and gasping for air. It was when Nero tapped my sweat-damp back that I realized I was probably choking him.
“I’m sorry!” I cried, pulling out so he could breathe.
But Nero coughed and laughed. “All good, don’t worry.”
My flush of shame dissipated when Nero took it in stride. I liked that about him. It was like his presence alone was a salve on my nerves, letting me relax for once in my life.
He tapped his chest, indicating I come lay with him. I obliged. He put his arm around me and I nestled closer, loving the warmth radiating from him like a furnace.
And from this angle, I had a very good view of his throbbing cock.
My heat continued to smolder, like a low-burning fire, but it was sated for now. Even though I hadn’t taken Nero’s knot—or whatever the shark equivalent of that was—having a mind-blowing orgasm was good enough to stave off the sex crazed feeling.
But that didn’t mean I was finished having sex with him just yet. The urge to satisfy my mate gripped me. I reached down to wrap my fingers around Nero’s cock and he let out a hiss.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” he mumbled.
I smiled, pleased that he was pleased. Until now, I didn’t know touching someone else could feel so good.
Not just someone else,I thought as butterflies filled my chest.My fated mate.
His flesh was hot and firm beneath my hand. I moved slowly at first, gaining momentum, watching Nero’s expression change as his pleasure built. Little grunts soon turned into loud moans, letting me know I was doing a good job.
Nero’s cock throbbed and twitched. I felt it stiffen in my grip and I tightened my strokes in response, wanting to milk the pleasure out of him.
Nero turned to me, his eyes pits of lust-filled darkness. “Kiss me, Remington.”
I shuddered and immediately leaned forward. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss. Nero’s tongue captured mine. He smelled amazing, like sea salt and natural alpha musk. The scent of him seared itself into my memory, ensuring I would never forget it.
Nero groaned into my mouth and bucked his hips in time with my strokes. I pumped his cock faster. He was close now and I wanted to finish him off, to see the seed erupt out of him.
As we kissed, Nero suddenly arched his back and froze. All of his muscles tensed a second before his cock jerked, throbbing in my grip. Thick spurts of cum erupted all over my hand and Nero’s skin. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, which made me feel smug that I’d pleased him so much.
Nero finally gasped for air as he came down from that high. He sunk back into the bed with a satisfied grunt.
“Wow,” he said. “You were amazing, Remmy.”
“All I did was give you a handjob. I could’ve done more.”
“Nope. No self-deprecating. Only kisses.”
I laughed a second before Nero captured my mouth with his. All my doubts melted away as we kissed. Apparently, he wasn’t going to let me slide back into my old ways, but I guess that wasn’t a bad thing.
When we broke apart, we were both smiling. It was a weird feeling. The stupid thing wouldn’t get off my face. It was stuck there. Was this why the other omegas seemed so damn happy all the time? I finally understood what the hell they were so joyful about while I was always cranky.
Nero ran a gentle hand over my hair, stroking it. He never took his gaze off me, like I was the center of the world. It was a foreign feeling but not unpleasant. I usually didn’t like being the center of attention, but when it was Nero, I didn’t mind—I actually liked it.
“I’m glad you decided to be a little reckless tonight, ‘cause that sex was awesome,” he said.
I blushed from embarrassment. “We didn’t even do that much.”
“What’d I just say about being self-deprecating?” Nero scolded me with a grin. “It wasn’twhatwe did. It waswhoI did it with. Namely, you.”
