Because I Want To - Grace R. Duncan Page 0,66

breath, back arching, and pushing it closer to Matt’s mouth. Matt took the nipple into his mouth and, eyes still locked on Adam, sucked lightly.

He was grateful he didn’t get milk—he didn’t think it was gross, but it wasn’t something he wanted to deal with just then. So he teased more, flicked the nipple with his tongue, then sucked again, reveling in how sensitive it seemed, based on Adam’s reactions. Adam was moaning, moving under him, and he realized Adam was starting to look a little fuzzy.

Still determined to make this good, he tormented the other nipple the same as the first, sucking, then flicking it, then sucking again, earning him louder moans. He finally tore himself away from Adam’s nipples and worked his way farther down Adam’s body, kissing along his treasure trail, then stopping at the blue strip of cloth barely containing Adam’s cock.

Matt looked up to find Adam’s eyes were fixed on him and Matt nearly moaned just at the expression—the naked want, the love. It stole his breath briefly, and he reached up, taking Adam’s hand and kissing it.

It seemed even that little bit was making Adam crazy, which showed Matt just how far gone he was already. Matt kissed Adam’s hand again, then let go and sat up, sliding his fingers under the waistband of Adam’s thong. He paused long enough to kiss the tip of Adam’s cock through the blue fabric. Then, when Adam lifted his hips, Matt slid it down and off, tossing it off the side of the bed.

Adam’s cock was dripping, so hard it looked almost painful. He lifted and spread his legs and Matt couldn’t miss how ready he was. His ass was wet, and when Matt dragged a finger along Adam’s muscle, it slid in easily, bringing a moan from both of them.

“Please” came out part whisper, part moan and Adam reached up and gripped the headboard.

Matt’s control was slipping faster than he would have liked it, so he did his damnedest to focus on making sure Adam was ready to take his cock—which, thankfully, didn’t take much—then he got into place.

Then he paused.

He couldn’t count the number of times since Adam had started going into heat that he’d done this: paused just outside of Adam’s ass, their eyes meeting before he pushed slowly in. And yet, this time, yet again, felt so different, even as his instincts pushed him to move, to take, to fuck, even as his control was slipping by the second.

They didn’t speak, but Matt held onto his sanity by a thread and pushed into Adam’s ass, slowly.

“Holy fuck,” Matt whispered and despite himself, his eyes slid closed. They’d gone bare plenty of times since they’d conceived Ethan, but sex during Adam’s heats had always felt different than sex outside of them and this was just as intense, maybe more so. Piled on was the fact that Matt was bare during Adam’s heat and his already fraying control slipped even further.

“Please, Matt,” Adam almost whined.

When Matt looked up, it was to see Adam just gone. His omega nature had taken over, his heat and need stealing his sanity like Matt’s need was doing to him, though Matt wasn’t quite gone like Adam was. Adam’s eyes were closed, back arching. He gripped the headboard hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

That was it. That was all it took and Matt’s sanity snapped, the instinct and need took over, and he thrust hard. Adam shouted and the sound went straight to Matt’s dick. Through his fuzziness, he tried to focus on Adam, but it was damned difficult. If he’d thought his suppressant wearing off was rough, being without it entirely was almost impossible.

His body was urging him to just take, just fuck, hard and fast, do whatever it took for him to fill Adam with his cum, fill Adam’s womb with his child. As he thrust even harder, pumped faster into Adam’s tight body, pulling amazing shouts and moans from Adam, he lost himself a little more. He held on to the last bits of focus enough to wrap his hand around Adam’s incredibly hard cock and started stroking him. He had no rhythm but that didn’t seem to matter to Adam.

“Fuck, yes, oh god, Matt, fuck,” Adam babbled, his back arching even harder, his toes even curling.

Gripping Adam’s hips, Matt shifted them to get a better angle, bringing even louder “fucks” and “oh gods” from Adam. Then apparently Matt did something right, and Adam damned near