Page 41 of Embracing Sky
“Just a little gory. I’m okay,” I assured him.
The movie got quiet. Tense. My eyes stayed glued to the screen even though my heart hammered and my muscles tightened—and that’s when I felt Fletcher’s hand slip over my thigh.
“Relax, baby. It’s just a movie,” he murmured, rubbing my leg through my cotton pajama bottoms. The warmth of his handmade me shiver in an entirely different way, and I closed my eyes, focusing on that instead.
I thought, perhaps, he’d just give me an anchor during the movie, but no. His fingers trailed over my inner thigh, inching closer and closer…
“Fletch?”
“Mmm?”
His hand grazed over my crotch. My dick twitched in my pants and my breath hitched. Okay. This was a definite distraction from the scary movie. I swallowed, my pulse throbbing.
Fletcher leaned against me, his lips at my shoulder, kissing slowly up my neck. As his warm mouth touched my bare skin, I shivered and dropped my head to the side to give him more access, the movie all but forgotten despite the screams in the background.
Fletcher slipped his hand beneath the waistband of my pants and wrapped his fingers around me, stroking my cock. My hips jerked up at the same time his other hand drew my face to his, and he kissed me, hard and hungry.
I whimpered, my lips parting, welcoming him inside, begging for more with my body. My hand grasped at his shoulder, my fingers digging in as a moan escaped.
This was the furthest we’d ever gone. We’d made out before, but Fletcher had never once pushed me for more, but god, I needed it. I needed more. More touch. More friction.
More.
I pushed Fletcher back and clumsily climbed over his legs, straddling him. Fletcher’s laugh was soft before he drew me back in. He cupped the back of my neck, fingers carding through the hair at my nape as he deepened the kiss, our tongues sliding together fluidly.
“God…” I uttered, my head falling back. “I want…” I swallowed, trying to articulate exactly what I wanted, because my hands trembled and my heart raced and my cock ached, the ghost of his touch remaining.
“More?” Fletcher breathed, and I quickly nodded.Yes. Please. More. Touch me.
Fletcher shifted us, settling me in a more comfortable position on his lap before drawing my waistband down, freeing my cock from the confines of my sleep pants.
Then he repeated the action with his own, lining up our erections until his hand wrapped around us. He was smaller than me, despite us both being Omegas, but I didn’t give a fuck. His cock was gorgeous, slim and cut and almost petite.
“Won’t Adam mind?” I murmured, staring down at the way Fletcher’s hand cradled us both, transfixed by the sight of us.
Fletcher just grinned, pulled out his phone, and snapped a pic.Wish you were here ;)Then he sent the pic to our group chat and showed the screen to me.
My face burned hot. “Oh god. I didn’t mean…”
“He’s going to be jealous.” Fletcher giggled and kissed me again. “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” He pointed to the end table next to the couch. “Reach into that drawer. There should be some lube.”
There was. I handed it to him and he poured some into his hand before slicking our cocks with it. I shivered at the sensation as he stroked us, his hand moving in smooth, quick movements.
“Oh, fuck,” I uttered, rocking into his grip. I leaned forward, kissing him again. He grasped the side of my neck with his free hand, and our mouths fused as he jerked us both in tandem.
It wasn’t long before our kisses turned sloppy, and I was panting, gasping, thrusting helplessly into Fletcher’s hand as I chased the high I so desperately craved.
“So close,” I whispered over and over, a chant, but Fletcher surprised me by coming first. He gasped and his cock stiffened and jerked, twitching against mine.
He didn’t stop, though, and the slickness of his cum only added to the sensation. It sent me right over the edge. My whole body shuddered with my release, my seed joining his in a pool on his shirt.
Breathing hard, I sank into him, my head pressed against his shoulder. My body felt like putty, so warm and pliable. Fletcher’s hand gently stroked my side, his own breathing a little ragged.
“You were amazing,” he whispered to me, kissing my neck before gently rolling me off him and onto the couch. He cleaned us both off with tissues and peeled off his soiled shirt.
Wrapping his arms around me, he lay down beside me on the couch, content to just hold me. I sank into his embrace. My heart felt so full it might burst, my body humming with a mix of happiness and sleepiness.
“Is it always that good?” I asked him, nuzzling in.
