Some Like it Hot - J. D. Light Page 0,21

I had been waiting for this moment for months, and I didn't think I could wait even a second longer. Tilting my head, I slid my tongue along the seam of his lips, grunting softly when he easily parted them for me, allowing me to get my first ever taste of Bates James, and it was just as addicting as I always knew it would be.

I pressed closer, letting him feel what he always did to me, and he groaned, letting me feel his answering erection. I slid my hands down his body, groaning at the way my palms seemed to perfectly adapt to the lovely lines of his delicious form.

He gasped against my mouth when I cupped his ass, and I groaned, remembering how he'd taken that damn knot, calling my name, and I lifted him, desperate to find the bed soon, so I could lay him out and strip him down.

His arms easily slid up and around my neck while his legs wound around my waist, and I walked him back to his bedroom, finding it easily, since his apartment mirrored mine. His bedroom was fairly clean, and I was pretty sure it only stayed like that, because he had to have a clean space to film, but it wouldn't have mattered if the place was a complete pigsty at that point, since all I really cared about right then was the taste of his mouth and the weight of him in my arms.

I stepped around his tripod and the little table at the end of the bed where all his equipment was and sat him down on the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and off of him, groaning at the sight of his smooth skin, and the realization that I was going to get to touch all of it soon.

Pressing him back against the bed, I bit my lower lip, taking on one of his habits as I reached for the top of his pants, hoping like hell he didn't notice how much I was shaking, but there was nothing to be done about that, since the realization that I was about to get to look at and touch the man of my dreams had finally sunk in, and I was starting to get incredibly nervous.

"I'm so nervous," he whispered as I hooked the top of his pants, and slowly slid the things down, loving the way his body moved as he lifted his hips.

I groaned when his beautiful body was completely exposed to me, before leaning in to kiss the center of his chest, and brush my hands reverently over his silky skin. "Nothing to be nervous about," I whispered back, even as I fought the butterflies dancing in my stomach. "I'd be happy as hell if all I got to do was sit here and stare at you for a few minutes."

He huffed out a laugh, and gasped when I brushed my beard over his nipple. "Well, I have a feeling I'm only going to last a few minutes once I finally get you out of those jeans, but I don't fucking care. I need to see all of you, and I fucking need you to put that gorgeous body on mine."

I groaned, climbing back off of him to hastily fight with the front of my jeans, and peel the damn things off, stepping out of them in a less than graceful fashion that would probably qualify me for some kind of marching contest, but I wasn't really worried about it, since he was sitting up on his elbows, watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

He started gnawing on that bottom lip as he took me in, reaching down to wrap his hand around his dick, and I groaned, practically launching myself at him.

Never in my life had I wanted a anyone so badly. It had become a constant ache for me since we'd started spending so much time together.

I kissed him hard, and if I'd been in my right mind at all, I might have been appalled at the lack of control and the aggressiveness I used with an omega so much smaller than me, but he gave as good as he got, and when he roughly raked his tongue along the surprisingly sensitive roof of my mouth, I nearly lost my load.

I growled like a fucking animal, pulling back slightly and sucking his lip so hard, I tasted the metallic flavor of his blood rising