Page 33 of Adoring Fletcher
“Adam!” Fletcher cried out, spreading his thighs even wider. I crawled up between them, crushing my mouth to his. His tongue slipped inside mine, doing a serpents’ dance and our teeth clicking together with the passion of it. Fletcher whimpered, arching up off the bed as I jerked him off. “Please!”
I needed no further invitation—I thrust inside his tight body in one hard stroke, making the Omega cry out into my mouth. I began to fuck him—hard, rough, passionate—while Fletcher writhed beneath me in the sheets, his fingers curling into them. I hoisted his knees up over my shoulders, getting a better angle, and he babbled nonsense to the ceiling.
How I could undo this beautiful man so easily, it was so damn sexy. Fletcher Rose did it for me in a way no Omega ever had before, and god, I wanted to keep him. I wanted to keep him so badly.
I drove hard and fucked us both right over the edge. Fletcher’s body jerked and spasmed, clenching around my knot and milking it. I came in pulses, hot cum filling the condom with each burst. Panting, I hovered over him, my hips still jerking. He flopped back against the mattress, spent. Both of us dazed. Lust-drunk.
That’s when I realized, Fletcher was crying. Silent tears slipped down the sides of his face, and my heart locked up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Fletch?” I murmured, breathless. “Baby? What’s wrong?” I reached for him, but we were still tied together by my knot. Gritting my teeth, I tried to pull out with a hiss. Fletcher whimpered in pain, his legs jerking back as the bulb of my knot popped free—as did the condom. Cum flooded from the torn rubber and I cursed again. Shit. Just what I needed.
Fletcher let out a soft sob, and my attention diverted back to him. He was more important. Did I hurt him? Did I go too hard? I quickly disposed of the torn condom and cleaned us both off with the blanket, then crawled up beside my Omega.
I wiped his tears away with the sides of my fingers, my brow furrowing with worry. “Fletcher? Please, talk to me,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
That only brought a flood of more tears, but Fletcher shook his head, smiling despite his soft sob. “N-No. It’s… It’s just never felt this good before,” he said, his voice sounding almost awestruck and pained at the same time. My chest ached at the way he gazed up at me. “I’ve never felt this good in my life.”
“Oh, baby.” I wrapped both arms around him and cuddled him tightly to my chest. Fletcher hiccuped and curled himself into my arms. “Shh, it’s okay. You deserve good things, Fletcher Rose,” I told him, my voice firm. “You deserve such good things.”
I cradled him close as the Omega fell asleep, and as I held him like a precious treasure, I knew I was sunk. My heart was in too deep.
22
FLETCHER
I wokeup with more clarity than I’d had in days. I knew my heat was loosening its grip on me, and in a way, it made me sad. I didn’t want to lose this. This thing between Adam and me. I wanted, so badly, for it to be real.
I knew better, but it didn’t stop me from wishing.
Wanting just one last time with him, being held in his arms, being cherished by him, I snuggled in close beneath the covers.
Adam’s face was lax in slumber, but he was still so handsome, his jaw rough with stubble and his brown hair mussed from sex. The last couple of days were a blur of pleasure and need, but damn if the Alpha hadn’t sated me every time.
He took care of me.
Now I wanted to take care of him.
Pressing my lips to his, I kissed him, slow and soft. I ran my fingers through his hair, murmuring his name. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” I breathed into his ear, and he stirred with a soft groan.
Immediately, he reached for me. I wasn’t sure if he thought my heat had flared up again and I needed him, or if he justwanted to touch me, but I loved it nonetheless. I purred beneath his hands, kissing him again, and this time, he kissed back.
They were slow, sleepy, sensuous things. Sweet and unhurried, unlike before. I was in no rush. I wanted to take my time, wanted to savor this, savor his flavor and the spicy cedar and citrus scent that swamped the sheets and my skin.
God, I could get lost in his scent.
“Want you,” I murmured against Adam’s lips. His hand cupped my hip as I began rubbing myself against him, my cock already stiff. He groaned low and kissed my pleas away, his tongue delving inside to tangle with mine, and I whimpered. “Please.”
I reached between us and wrapped my hand around Adam’s semi, stroking it slowly. He only kissed me harder, his free hand knotting in my hair, drawing me in for kiss after kiss, until I was dizzy with it.
“Condom?” I asked.
Adam gestured to the bedside table, where a handful of foil wrappers lay—some new and some already opened. I snatched a fresh one and tore it open with my teeth, shifting my weight lower so that I could roll the rubber onto Adam’s hard cock.
Then, planting one hand on his abdomen to steady myself, I swung my leg over to straddle his hips. Adam’s golden eyes burned into me as he watched me line his cock up with my hole and slowly, achingly, sink down over him.
“Ohhh… Shit,” I uttered as Adam stretched me open, my head falling back on my shoulders with each inch that I took, until he was fully-seated inside of me and I was blissfully full. “Fuck.”
