up his phone and a glittery, revolving disco ball appeared on the screen. My first thought was, ‘Hope no one can see us,’ which was silly as we were on the second floor and I had no neighbors at that level. But my second thought was. “Who cares? If they are, I hope they’re enjoying it.” Because I was.
But reality burst in with Chet yelling, “The water, Stan!”
“The what?”
“The water’s boiling.”
Oh shit. I’d forgotten about it. By the time we cooked the pasta and layered the meat, cheeses, and noodles, and finally got the lasagna in the oven, Chet glanced at me though a fringe of dark lashes. “We have about fifty minutes.” He rubbed his chin. “What can we do to fill the time, I wonder?”
“Chicken dance?” I snatched a rose from a vase and stuck it in my mouth. “Or the tango?”
He moved toward me, reminding me not of a snake this time but a cat. A large and dangerous one. “Good choices, but I was thinking of something very different.”
I gulped as he pulled me close.
Twelve
Chet
“Good choices, but I was thinking of something very different.” I watched as he swallowed and pulled him in close. I had been dying to taste his lips all day. Who was I kidding. I’d been dying to taste them since the first day I met him and he was just a guy making coffee and I was just a customer.
What a fool I’d been, not seeing his flirting for what it was that day. I wasted time we didn’t have. Never staying in one place long had its drawbacks, and one of the biggest was always being on borrowed time.
“You were?” He flexed his hips, showing me he was on the same page, as his cock pressed against mine far too briefly. “What were you thinking about...setting the table?” He nipped my bottom lip.
“The only thing I want to do with that table is bend you over it and slide inside you.” I let my hands slowly slide down his back until they reached his ass. “Would you like that, omega? Would you like my knot?” A shiver ran through him and his body pressed closer to mine.
“We’ll break it.” He chuckled, his breath tickling my ears. “It’s not wood.” His hands slipped between us and cupped my erection. “This is the only wood here.”
“Bedroom.” My ability to form complete sentences was gone and caveman one-word commands were all that was left.
He grabbed my hand and led me the short distance and yanked his shirt off as we entered the small space. He went straight to the button of his pants. “Are you joining me?” He sassed as I stood there shamelessly ogling him. “Or just enjoying the view.” His hand slid his zipper down and his pants ended up as a puddle on the floor.
“It’s a good view.” The best.
“In that case…” he climbed onto the bed and wrapped his hand around himself, “I might as well take care of things myself.” He licked his lips. “I mean, I’m sure I have a toy somewhere that can fill me.” He made no move to get one. “Or…”
“Or?” I was already alleviating myself of my shirt.
“Or you can get your naked ass over here.” I had my pants off and was on the bed so fast, my lips crashing into his, needing to feel him, taste him, scent him. He kissed me back with equal passion and our bodies pressed together as we explored each other’s mouths, our cocks firm against each other, arms holding each other close.
“You taste amazing.” I nipped his lip, still catching my breath. “I want to taste every inch of you.” I kissed a path down his neck, slowing down when he moaned, paying the spot extra attention.
From his neck I went farther, finding his nipples waiting for me, already hard. A lick, a nibble, a suck, and I had him writhing beneath me. I could go on like this all night. And maybe I would get back to it after dinner, but the timer was going to go off soon and the spell would be temporarily broken. “I want you,” I confessed. I wanted him so fucking badly.
“Then take me, alpha. Don’t make me beg...but I will beg. I’m so slick for you. Feel me.” He guided my hand to his entrance.
“You're so slick. Is this all for me?” I shifted my weight to get better access and circled his entrance.
“I’ve been slick for you