Page 31 of Adoring Fletcher
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ADAM
Every timeI passed by Fletcher’s door, the saccharine-sweet scent of heat seeped out around the cracks.
Fletcher had locked himself in there days ago. I could hear his whimpers and moans and grunts all through the night, and fuck if it didn’t trigger my Alpha switch. My cock was constantly hard. I’d jerked off more times than I’d like to admit.
But I was beginning to worry. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything in days. I wasn’t even sure he’d left the room to use the bathroom at this point. Every time I approached his room, he all but yelled at me to leave him alone.
I tried to respect his boundaries, but even I had limits. I couldn’t have him starving himself.
I went into the kitchen and made him a simple plate of cold-cuts and cheese and a glass of milk—protein, since I figured he might need the energy—and went to his door again, knocking gently.
There was no answer.
My heart rate spiked. “Fletcher?”
A pathetic-sounding whine was my only response, and in that moment, I panicked. Setting the plate atop an end-table in the hall, I slammed my shoulder against the door.
When it did no more than budge, I kicked the damn thing in. Wood splintered around the lock as it swung inward so hard, it banged against the opposite wall, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was Fletcher. My Fletcher, who was laying on the hardwood floor, his legs spread, one hand on his painfully-engorged cock. He looked…wrong, somehow, his eyes glassy as he stared up at me.
“Fletcher?” I uttered, kneeling down beside him. God, the smell of him was so thick, it was damn near suffocating. It swirled around my head, making it spin.
He whined and ground his hips down, shuddering so hard, his whole body quaked. His fingers curled over the wooden floorboards, nails bitten down to bloody stubs.
“It’s not enough…” he eked out, barely a sound at all. “It hurts… I… I can’t come.”
“Fuck,” I uttered.
He reached for me, his hand grasping at my arm, a picture of desperation as his eyes pleaded with mine.
“Help…”
“How?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I swallowed around the lump growing in my throat as I stared down at his naked, beautiful body.
His chest heaved with each breath. “I… I need you to fuck me.” My heart kicked, despite knowing the truth already. “P-Please. Please! It hurts so bad, Adam. Just once…”
Tears glistened in his eyes, and it broke my damn heart. I couldn’t say no. How could I? When he needed me?
“Shh,” I whispered, brushing sweaty bangs from his forehead. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll worry about everything else later, okay? I’ve got you.”
I carefully picked him up in my arms, then carried him down the hall to my bedroom. I wasn’t fucking him on the bare, cum-stained mattress in a room that reeked of sorrow and lust.
Plus, there were condoms in my room; the last thing we needed was an oops.
I laid Fletcher down on my bed and quickly got undressed. He watched me, but I wasted no time with any sort of strip-tease. I was naked and crawling on top of the Omega before he could plead for me, my body pinning his to the bed.
He moaned as our lips joined, and I kissed away his whimpers, my tongue delving between his lips. I felt him shudder beneath me, his hips arching up off the bed, grinding against mine.
He needed release, though. As much as I wanted to enjoy him, to kiss and touch and pleasure him, to find out what kinds of little sounds he made, Fletcher needed me.
Grabbing him by the waist, I flipped him over so he was on his hands and knees, then sank two fingers inside of his slick, needy hole. He gasped and arched his back, rocking back against my hand.
God, he smelled so good. It made me dizzy.
“More! Please!” he cried. “I need… I need… Ah!” He let out a soft yelp as my palm cracked across his ass hard enough to leave a red mark, bringing us both back to reality.
