Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Henley

Part Seven

Oh shit. He's actually coming back to my place. I'm not imagining it. Then my stomach flopped. I needed to let Jack down. Ahhhh man, I feel like such a prick but knowing that guy he could easily get someone else. Although I feel bad for letting him down, I couldn't hold in my excitement that Aya was on his way. The guy that's so perfectly right for me. "Sorry Jack." I whispered and typed out a message that would most likely piss him off. But there was no chance in hell I was letting Aya go for anyone. And I got the response I knew I'd get. Calling me an asshole. Yeah yeah I kind of deserved it. But nothing could put a damper on me, nothing at all. All I needed to do was find what I should cook for him. I wonder what he likes? God I hope he's not a vegan. "Ha!" I laughed. I actually couldn't care less if he was, just having him with me was the most important thing. Because I craved for Aya. I had to snap myself out of my thoughts and buck up. I needed to cook, but my excitement had my brain all frazzled and I didn't have a damn clue where to start. Jesus, a chef not knowing where to start, that's a first. "Maybe he'd go for take out?" I mumbled, as I looked through my fridge. Obviously being a chef I'm really fussy when it comes to takeaway, but I was completely lost, so I forgot about looking in the fridge and I turned up the volume and drowned out my crazy mind with the Food Network. That was also becoming a habit. I watched mindlessly as the chefs battled it out for some top prize if they could make whatever the hell food out of these random ingredients. I both hated it and was hooked at the same time, only because it was funny seeing the shit they came up with. I could do better.

Then the doorbell went off and I thought my stomach was going to fall out of my ass. I've never been this nervous before or terrified either, yet I found myself not hesitating and ran to open the door. It was….the most glorious sight. Aya standing there holding a huge overnight bag. "Hey," he said, and smiled. "I'm here."

"Yes you are," And I left it no more seconds and kissed him on my doorstep. I couldn't help myself, he's just too tempting. "Let me take your bag."

"Thanks, for both the kiss and taking my bag."

"Bloody hell, you got your whole house in here?"

He smiled. "No, but half my wardrobe."

"So you'll be staying more than one night, right?"

"Possibly," he said, and walked ahead of me. "Are you watching chefs?"

"Ah, right. Well just because it's funny."

He looked at me, then did some weird sniffing at the air kind of thing. "I don't smell food."

Fuck. I smelt him. Really strong. So strong I wanted to wrap him around me. "About that, I kind of lost myself...you know, with you coming here."

"You were that excited?" He raised an inquisitive brow, followed by another heart pounding smile.

"You can say that."

"I'm glad I said yes."

Yeah baby, me too. But the thought of the fiancé popped up in there. But in my mind, I was the good guy and he was the bad guy. However, my mind wasn't really the picture of reality. He was his fiancé and I was a guy trying to steal his attention and…and what? Make him mine? There was only one answer. YES! Aya belongs with me and I to him. It's just how it is. "I think takeaway, what do you think?"

He nodded and moved from where he was standing and walked down my hall. I followed him and straight into the bedroom. "Smells like you."

"We're in the bedroom because?"

"It's where my bag needs to be, of course."

"Of course," I replied. He moved towards me. I dropped the bag. His eyes didn't leave mine. My heart started racing, more. "Aya."

"Henley."

"If you stand there any longer I'll have to strip you bare and fuck you."

"Then I guess I'll have to stand here longer," Oh my god. He was egging me on. "I'm waiting."

"Sex first, I see," I said, rubbing at my chin. "Then food, I guess."

"That's a good order. Maybe throw in a shower."

"That's definitely on the list. Sex. Food. Shower. More sex, right?"

We were now only inches apart and his essence arrested me. Caught me. Trapped me. "All of it," he mumbled. "This is weird, right? Good weird."

"You know what?" I asked daringly. "Honestly, I don't really care what you call it. I want you. Text. Call. In the flesh. I can’t tell you what you think you want to hear. So I won’t, but I'll tell you everything else. Everything I know you want to hear. How badly I want you. Now. Up against this wall," I pushed him back, so his back hit the wall, my hips flexed into his, "and we'll sort out everything else in the bathroom in twenty minutes. Because right now, I want inside of you."

"I thought food was after."

"I changed my mind." So I did what I wanted. I picked him up and pressed him against the wall. His legs wrapped around me and held on. I dragged my nose up his neck, but our mouths still hadn't touched.

"Put me down," he panted. I let him slide down the wall, but I held him tight around the hips. "Now take my clothes off." he instructed.

"With pleasure." He didn't have to ask me twice. I pulled his shirt over his head. He lifted my shirt off while I undid his button fly. I had to stop to wrestle my arms through my shirt as he pulled it away from me. We were hands and legs and arms and stomachs and knees, and all of them were frantically knocking into each other. When there were no more pants, no more shirts, and no more barriers between us he said,

"Okay, now do whatever you want," And yes I did. Again picking him up. Holding him in one arm as my fingers found him wet, so wet. I couldn't wait, I had to be in him. No oral, no starters. I needed straight to it. So I lifted him a little more and guided myself in. Then wrapped my arms around him as he clung to me. There wasn't anything slow in these moments. We both needed it, craved it. Wished it with our bodies and hearts. "Henley," he moaned against the skin on my neck. "Don't pull out."

"Fuck…" I mean I'd do anything he wanted. I'd do anything and everything.

He moved with me and it only stood to encourage my pace, like an animal. Every inhale and exhale matched time with my thrusts, until I felt him beginning to grind down harder on my upstrokes. "Ahhh, yes," he panted into my neck. "Yes. More, I'm going to come."

"It feels good. So….fucking good." He didn't have to answer by saying anything, his body agreed for him. His hold on me tightened and he arched his back. His pretty hair fell off his shoulders as he let his pleasure overcome him "....Aya, I'm...god…" And I quickened. My pleasure shot down my spine and I moaned as my climax shot through me in powerful hot bursts. He kissed my neck as I stood there holding him for minutes, still buried as deep inside of him as I could possibly be. Then his legs tightened more, holding me there. God that felt incredible, but then I panicked. "Wait, Aya….I came in you. Do you have…"

He stopped me with his lips, then moved just millimeters from mine. "I don't. And not by accident either." He was burning up in my arms, his cheeks flushed red. "I know what I want. My body does too. Put me down."

"What?" I asked, as I slowly released him and he turned away from me.

"I felt it the first time we connected. My neck burned. It needs to be marked and you're the only one I want to do that," he pulled his hair away, baring his soft supple nape. "Please Henley."

"Aya, you're not in heat."

"It doesn't matter. We are bound to each other anyway. It's the right time, do it...please." He begged.

I ran my fingers over his skin, he shivered and my teeth strangely tingled. "Is this what you really want?" I asked. I needed him to be sure.

"It is." I bit my lip as my body willed me. Fuck it, I thought. I want it. I want it. I grabbed his shoulders and held him tight. I brought my mouth to his skin and closed my eyes as the sweet smell of honey burned through me and I bit down hard. He gasped and whimpered, but I didn't let go until I tasted blood then swallowed.

"Shit," I breathed, with my head now resting on his shoulder. "That must have hurt?" 

"It did, it does. And I don't regret it either. I'm yours now," He curled into my side and nuzzled his face against my chest. "This feels good. It feels right." he said softly. He wasn't wrong. It felt right. No...it is right. Rushed, but right. Yet he was wrong on one thing. I was his, I was his the moment we locked eyes that first time. I regret nothing either.