Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Zeke

Part Ten

A touch as soft as a feather, but as hot as the sun. Matt burns me in a way no other has. It's a burn that makes your insides boil and skin break out in a sweat. A good burn. Slow, sweeping over every inch of my body until there is nothing left but the breath between us and heat, so much heat. "Ahhh," I breathe between us. "...yes." I whispered. Letting his hands remake me, mould me. Wipe me clean.

His hips surged forward, his hands held me tight. "I love you," he whispered. It was barely there. But those small tiny words punctuated my ear drums and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. Joining our hearts, making one beating organ. "I'm...coming," He didn't need to tell me again. But he did. His face was close to mine, hot breath against my lips and I could no longer hold back the pleasure that rocked me. "Come Zeke, come with me."

"...yes, Matt." And my body locked up tight. I was squeezing him for everything. Wanting him to spill all that he is inside me. To clean me from the inside out over and over again.

I held him tight in my arms as he came only seconds later. His mouth almost unhinged from the force of it. "...Zeke." His voice is rough and perfect. I fell in love more. With his body, with his mind and soul. Two lost souls now one in everything. Connected and tethered by not only fate, but our hearts.

I needed to say it. "I love you, too." It's the truth and I should have said it before. Now, was the right time.

He sat up between my legs, the light from the sun showing his body altogether more perfectly. I thought he was like a statue carved by a master sculptor, one still as perfect as the day it was created in its essence, a figure of splendid, youthful male beauty and magnificence. Then I bit my lip and he noticed I had his full attention. As if I were about to tell him where the Holy Grail was. "What?"

"Zeke, I really love you. It's real."

"I know…." But before I could finish what I was going to say, he grabbed my arm and pulled my face to his. His lips hooverd in front of me for just a few seconds before they touched mine. Then as fast as it happened he pulled away and I had completely forgotten what was swimming around my head.

"You don't need to say anything, my beautiful soulmate. Your body alone, its actions tell me more than enough." Okay, fine and honestly I don't think I could count on my hands how many times he made me come or feel like I really am his and not from fate. It was phenomenal, like maybe having an outer body experience. Now I get it when others say it felt like they left this world and entered heaven, because I swear to god I saw the pearly gates more than once.

"Are you hungry, we missed breakfast?" I asked, because I had to control my thoughts, although my very sensitive ass was already calling his name.

"I'm starving. I need to replenish my man power."

"Stamina?" I asked.

He smiled. "Same thing." Then winked and rubbed his thumb down my chest. He is everything to me. He is all that one could want and more. Full of love and adoration. An animal too, but not cruel. Yet not so invisible in my field of vision. If he turned that lethal allure on me, I knew I’d be lost to it, consumed entirely. But that's exactly what I wanted. To be completely consumed by him. No...I am consumed by him.

"Steak, maybe with a beer?"

"Oh baby, you read my mind," Oh Jesus, I would crawl naked over a mile of broken glass to see the smile he gave me then all over again. It was blindingly beautiful, utterly stunning. All the air left my lungs in a rush, until I felt a little dizzy. A smile like that could light an entire city. "Was it the way I said baby or the fact you completely read me?"

"It was your smile. So carefree and beautiful."

"Huh, so you don't see that many smiles then?"

"Not like yours, no."

"Right, come on," he said and pulled from me and stood and started stretching his arms up and then around the back of his head. "Lets eat."

"I wonder how Simon and Lincoln are?" I question, thinking about it. About them. There was definitely something between them. I'm not sure what it is or even if it's a good thing.

"I'm sure they're fine," Matt says, dragging me from my thoughts. Good thing really or not, because all I can think about is him standing naked. Looking like breakfast, lunch and dinner. "You look hungry." He said and grinned.

"Oh I'm hungry, not sure if it's for food though."

"I gathered. My big dick got you licking your lips."

"Yeah, I cannot deny that. But it can't be considered food if I chomp down on it though."

"The thought of you chomping down on my big dick is sexy and also kinda scary. I need this you know."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "That big dick needs to knock me up, so I'll save eating for now."

"Okay, your extremely scary after sex. I'll make a mental note of that." Matt chuckled and turned from me and left for the bathroom still chuckling. So I grabbed his dressing gown and wrapped it around my body and left for the other bathroom. I was still surprised at how many rooms this place had. Each bedroom has its own en-suit bathroom and then there was a huge bathroom for everyone's use. He also had a games room, chock full of everything one could need to have fun and then there was a movie room. Huge screen and bean bags scattered all over the place. Lincoln's home was definitely a bachelor pad anyone would be envious of. I still haven't explored everything and intended to do just that, but right now I needed the loo. So I made a quick trip to the toilet and hurried myself. As gross as this is going to sound, I didn't like emptying myself of Matt's...I'll call it magic juice. I didn't like that, I wanted his magic juice to knock me up because for some strange reason I was extremely broody for a baby. Maybe it's this heat, yet the stuff Simon gave me and Matt made it feel like I wasn't in heat at all. Still, I wanted Matt's baby.

I finished up in the bathroom and left. It's quiet from voices, all I could hear was the spray of water which I presume was Matt having a shower, so I wandered down stairs. I couldn't see Lincoln or Simon. "What in the hell?" I muttered and went outside. "Not here either." Then I started to panic. Nothing could have happened to them in all the time me and Matt were upstairs, right? Then I noticed a small package on the kitchen island. I looked at it and noticed my name. So I opened it and saw my passport along with my birth certificate and a few pictures I'd had of my parents and me from years ago, the days I was still with them before I left. I started to feel real emotional and suddenly I wanted a hug from my mom. A warm long big hug, the same hugs she'd give me each morning and before bed. The same hugs she'd give me when I was sick or when I was scared about my heat. I miss them so much. So before I run away to America I'm going to go see my parents, it's long overdue.

"Zeke?"

I turned to see a freshly washed Matt in only a pair of shorts. "My passport," I said, waving it at him. "Looks like it's all good."

"I'm really glad beautiful. But where's Lincoln and Simon?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, they weren't here when I came down and I've not heard their voices in the house either."

"Fuck, I'll call Lincoln." Matt rushed towards me and grabbed his phone from the side and went through it briefly. "No messages or calls." Then he held it to his ear. "It's not on. What the fuck is going on?" And he pressed it to his ear again. "Simon's too."

"What?"

"Zeke….what if something has happened?"

"We would have known if something did, right? I mean at least heard voices or something."

"I'm not sure, but something doesn't feel right," Then Matt stopped and stared at me for a moment. "Wasn't that Dan guy meant to be here?"

He's right. He should be here. "I'll check out front," Both me and Matt rushed towards the front door and swung it open to find the drive empty of any cars. "Nothing….Matt, what's going on?"

"I don't know. But I intend on finding out." With that Matt left my side and went back to his phone while I stood shocked and completely confused. I hope to god it's nothing bad because Matt's right, there is something wrong with the situation. Very wrong.