I wince as he crashes into the soapy water and tips it over. Damn. Now he’s soaked, and so is the floor.
“Yes,” I say calmly. If I react to the mess, then so will he. If I act like a wet omega is business as usual while talking to him, it’ll take him longer to react. “He’s here for a cattle conference, and wanted to surprise me. He doesn’t often leave the state, but I think he misses me.”
“You miss them too,” he says immediately. At my raised brow, he shakes his head. “You sound different whenever you talk about your family.”
I suppose that’s true. I’ve still been video chatting with them, and we have the family group chat. I’m not as sad as I was before, but I definitely light up when I talk about my family.
“I do,” I finally confess. Missing them doesn’t mean I care any less about Tav, and his knowing face tells me he knows that as well. “I’m going to tell my dad about you, and then I want him to meet you tonight.”
“Tonight!” Tav seems to realize he’s covered in soapy water, and looks around in dismay. “The place is a wreck, Bentley.”
“I can either help you clean when I get back, or I can stay out of your way. You choose,” I reply. “I’ll lock up behind me, and you’ll be safe behind the locks.”
I also have the video cameras set to pan every few minutes now. I need to have an alarm put on them so they’ll tell me if they’re being fucked with. I just haven’t had much time to look because…
My clingy omega gets up and tackles me into a hug. I don’t give a fuck about how wet he is, grinning as I embrace him back.
“I don’t like it when you’re gone,” he pouts before scowling.
“Please go on,” I drawl, loving the fact that he hates that he’s so clingy. It’s adorable to have this grumpy omega begin toembrace this side of himself, even if he doesn’t always realize he’s doing it.
“This is gross,” he complains, scent marking my jaw. “I can’t stop.”
Smirking, I quiet him by slanting my mouth over his, kissing him until he’s writhing against me. Since I’m already wet, I throw caution to the wind and grab his thighs, lifting him so he can wrap his legs around my waist.
“Maybe I should glaze your hole with my cum before I leave,” I purr.
Tav’s eyes roll back with pleasure at the thought, already perfuming with need.
“Would you like me to remind you of how much I’ll think of you, with my cum painting your insides?” I ask. “Maybe I’ll plug your hole while I’m at it. You’ll feel me every time you bend to clean something, and remember how well you were fucked.”
“Bentley,” he whines. “Please don’t tease me.”
I really am gauging if the idea of having my cum plugged in his ass would be hot or the equivalent of being dropped in the middle of a cholera hot bed. Glad to know he’s into it.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I grunt, meaning every word as I unbutton my jeans. They’re a little harder to drag down my hips because I’m partially drenched, but I don’t care. “Drop down and strip for your alpha, honey. I need to be knot deep in your ass before I leave.”
Tav pulls his sweater and shirt off with one hand, knowing my body will keep him warm. He’ll also need to change because the clothes are so wet, so he doesn't think much of it. Slowly, the things that usually trigger him, no longer will under certain circumstances. Nothing is perfect, and I don’t expect it to be.
Tav is perfect the way he is. I simply want him to live with fewer restrictions dictating his life if I can manage it. Some days are better than others, but good dick isn’t going to fix this.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck my omega though. It still doesn’t happen nearly as often as my man wants, but that’s simply because I won’t let him trade his feelings for orgasms.
Once he’s naked, I lift him up into my arms again. I took my shirt off while he was undressing, simply so he can have complete access to my tattoos and chest while I’m fucking him. I ache to claim him, yet I still find myself waiting.
I’m a romantic, and I want it to be perfect. I don’t think it is yet, so I kiss him until he’s whining in my arms.
Tav’s leaking slick from his asshole when I slide inside him, and my abs act as friction as he holds onto me as if we’re Velcroed together.
“Alpha,” he groans, his ankles locked at my spine as my hips fuck up into him. “Yes. Yes, more. I love you, Bentley. Please, never leave me. God, I won’t survive it.”
“Never,” I promise, my kisses moving down his neck until I’m marking him with a hickey. He’ll need to deal with my need to show the world he’s mine. “I love you so fucking much, Tav.”
It’s going to piss him off, but that’s a problem for later.
My cock fucks in and out of his hole as slick coats it, and my knot teases him, not yet ready to be inside of him. I can feel how hot his cock is as he uses my stomach as his own personal masturbation station, moaning as his precum begins to escape his slit.
“God, you feel so good,” I rasp. “Are you going to cover me in cum?”