“Me too.” He panted in between thrusts as I felt the knot at the base of his cock building, opening me even wider as my hole accommodated him – nature being nature to fulfill the promise of the Alpha and Omega bond.
He grunted loudly as he threw his head back and hollered. My ass clenched around him as I shot my own load all over his hand.
“I… I think I’m going to need a minute…” I whispered as I tried to catch my breath.
He slowly pulled out, and I felt bereft with the absence of him inside me. But this was only the first time – it was not the last. We had our whole lives to satiate our thirst for each other.
“Uh…” Darren looked down and frowned. “You’re in heat and…”
“What’s wrong?” I pushed myself up and felt what he was about to say.
“The condom broke.”
All I could do was nod. It was only one time, and that didn’t mean anything.
But in my heart – I knew.
“All I want to do is stick it in again, baby.” He pulled the broken rubber from his cock and threw it into my trashcan.
“We’re going to have to buy you bigger condoms.”
What was done was done. We couldn’t take it back, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. After this – I never wanted to go back to where we were. There was only us and the future that had been pre-ordained for us to live. I would not look backward again.
12
DARREN
There were not enough condoms in the world. After that night – I rarely slept alone. Why would we ever deny ourselves the presence of each other after we had taken a bite of the forbidden apple?
God, he tasted so good.
The way his body responded to my every touch and whim as if he had been designed for me. The way I knew what he wanted and how to make him squirm underneath me was second nature. The universe had created each of us to fulfill the needs of the other – not just physically, but all-encompassing.
Thomas – my baby – was my everything.
That didn’t mean that I wasn’t nervous about the condom breaking the first time we… That was not what either one of us wanted – not right now. But someday? Yes, with all of my heart.
I mean, in reality, what’s the big deal? If he did get pregnant, how bad could it be? A baby would be the next step after I married him. If it happened because of the broken condom, I would face it with a smile on my face. I’d be happy, and I think he would be too. Even if he was nervous about it – what were the chances? He had been in heat. I was an Alpha who unloaded a fucking bucketful of baby-making sperm into his. Good God, I had never come so hard before in my entire life. So, it was possible – but perhaps not probable. Who had a baby on their first go?
It had been the perfect week of fucking and cuddling every night and then again in the morning before I walked him to his office and went to class. He was… Damn, he was willing to try much more than I had ever imagined. That treadmill blowjob alone almost pushed me to the brink. I could have unloaded right there into his mouth if it had gone on any longer. Maybe I should have? Then we wouldn’t be playing this waiting game.
Part of me hopes that it happens. Part of me was terrified, but I would never tell him that.
Then there is my current situation.
My parents arrived last night in a flurry of pomp and circumstance, I am sure. They always start Homecoming off with a dinner at the president’s residence with all the other school trustees. I find it hilarious that all the rich people get together and schmooze as they get drunk. My friend Stan, who we called Stan the Man, had worked at some of those parties in the past. Some of the shit he’s told me is quite surprising.
Speaking of Stan – that asshole hasn’t brought me over my vanilla yet, and it’s fucking November. I have to remember to call him sometime soon and make sure he’s working at Sal’s Pies, which delivers a much better than pizza than it sounds like. During finals week, all I eat is pizza from Sal’s and my burned sugar cookies.
“Do I look all right?” Thomas comes in from the bathroom where he had been getting dressed. I looked at the man I loved and felt a lump in my throat. I nodded as I swallowed it down.
“What is it about a bow tie that you love so much?” I grinned as he sat down on the bed and started putting on his shiny black loafers.
“My grandfather always wore a bow tie. I don’t think I ever saw him without one in my entire life. He was…” He stopped and took a deep breath. “More of a father to me than my own, I guess. But I loved that old man and admired him greatly. He’s the reason I got into classical music. It was all he played, and he loved opera more than anyone else in the Midwest, I think. So when he passed away, I inherited his bow ties. I wear them to remind me of him.”
“I think they are very sexy. You are such a dirty and sexy professor.” I teased.
“Don’t talk to me like that before we meet your parents. I’m so fucking nervous. I had to tie this thing five times before I got it right.” He looked up at me. His face was ashen. “Do you think they’ll like me?”
