"You think this is what I wanted?" Gabe asked. "At least we're not splitting time and paying rent on two apartments."
I bent over and scooped a fluffy teddy bear from the pile, crushing it to my chest for comfort. "I know."
Gabe patted the bed. "Come tell me, what would this imaginary life look like if it was how you wanted?"
I thought about it while climbing onto the bed beside him, still cradling the teddy bear in my arms. "For starters, we would already be moved into our new house. And instead of hiding from my mom in my old bedroom, we could be watching television in our living room, putting together the baby furniture in the nursery, or?—"
"Working," he said. "You'd be working."
Work hadn't crossed my mind, but he was right. I gravitated toward it unconsciously. There were always reports to write, locations to research, and performance outputs to evaluate.
He tugged the teddy bear from my grasp and held it to his chest. "And I would be sketching you while you work, with your sleeves rolled up and your top buttons undone so the top of your undershirt peeks out. The way you tap your lips when you're thinking of an email response gets me every time."
"Gets you … what?" I rolled onto my side, taking in the splashes of blush across his cheekbones and down his neck, vanishing beneath the collar of his t-shirt.
"Horny." He lifted a hand from the bear to stroke my cheek. "You're the sexiest alpha alive. No television show could compare."
I hopped off the bed to push the door the rest of the way closed and flip the lock. My parents and siblings already knew I loved Gabe beyond reason. They didn't need to experience it with their own eyes. Thankfully, the soundproof walls would also protect their ears. What we were about to do wouldn't be quiet.
I returned to the bed, tugging at the hem of Gabe's shorts until he lifted his hips and the elastic waistband slipped down to his knees. I'd expected to do the same with his underwear, but his cheeks darkened further as I examined his thickening cock.
"They were all in the wash," he said. "Besides, I wanted more room for your mom's awesome cookies."
Mom baked the best caramel-infused chocolate chip cookies in the Bay Area. I'd eaten more than my daily recommended sugar intake, for sure.
I was about to exceed that limit even more. I climbed between Gabe's legs, resting his thighs on my shoulders, and leaned in to lick along the crease of his thigh. His slick was syrupy thick and tasted like nectar. It wouldn't be long before he went into labor, according to the pregnancy book Mom gave us.
The book recommended sex as often as the omega wanted. It gave logical, scientific reasons for it, like encouraging tissue elasticity and softening the womb opening, but I didn't care about any of those. My omega needed me, and I was happy to oblige.
Gabe was already flushed pink with desire, his cock jutting out beneath the curve of his belly. I leaned up to kiss and nip at the underside before taking his balls, damp with a mixture of sweat and slick from rolling around inside his basketball shorts, into my mouth one at a time. I caressed them with my tongue, and he thrust against me, trying to shove both into my mouth at once.
I dropped back on my heels for a moment, wiping my mouth and staring at my gorgeous mate, still writhing on the bed, his cock leaving a clear trail of precome across his belly. He already looked out of his mind with need, and we'd just gotten started.
I returned to my task, licking his belly clean and then sucking on the tip of his cock. It was too difficult to deep-throat him in this position, but from the way he dribbled precome from each press of my tongue against his slit, he enjoyed it.
I wanted more. "On your knees, baby. I want to taste all of you."
"It's too much," Gabe said, even as he rolled to his knees and spread them so I could fit my head between them.
"Never too much for you, Amusing." He called me his muse, so I called him amusing. It was our thing. To prevent any argument, I angled his cock downward and leaned my head back, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat.
I swallowed around the tip, and he gasped. "Not gonna last if you keep doing that."
I popped off him with a laugh. "I told you, I want to taste."
He moaned as I slid his cock into my mouth again, teasing my tongue along his slick skin and pressing into the sensitive spot just under the head.
"Oh, fuck, Mika. I'm gonna?—"
He came with another wordless moan, his cock bucking in my mouth with each spurt. I drank him down, savoring every bittersweet drop. When he started to tremble from overstimulation, I eased off him, placing a reverent kiss on the tip before sliding out from under him.
Back on my knees, I couldn't look away from the delectable peach of his ass, now rosy pink from his orgasm, his hole clenching with aftershocks. I spread his cheeks, and a drip of slick hung between his legs, waiting for me. With a single sweep of my tongue, I lapped the crease, the flat of my tongue lingering over his hole just long enough to make him squirm. Then I repeated the action on the left and right sides to catch any remaining residue, savoring his moans. When he went quiet, I speared my tongue into his hole.
"Fuck, Mika!" he cried out as I wriggled my tongue inside his tightness. His flavor deepened with musk and a hint of salt, but still so sweet he rivaled the taste of my mom's cookies. I stretched him from every angle, the taste driving me on.
"Need you inside me," Gabe panted.
I inserted two fingers alongside my tongue, stretching him further. He could handle my cock without any prep, and even my knot, but I didn't want to hurt him in this position.
