Autumn After (Waiting Hearts World)

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Willow

I couldn’t believe I was being so bold, but also, I couldn’t imagine being any other way. I pulled back, making sure I hadn’t overstepped. The lust in his eyes told me I was doing exactly what he wanted. What we both wanted.

His lips claimed mine hungrily, our soaked bodies pressed together. Cedric’s strong arms pulled me tight against his muscular chest. My head spun with need and desire, an overwhelming craving for this alpha’s touch. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t even pretend to try. If this was all we would have, so be it. I refused to do anything to break the magic of this moment. It was too perfect.

Later I could wonder what came over me and agonize over my choices. Right now, I lived in the moment, and nothing felt more right. Since the moment Cedric stepped out of his truck and our eyes met, I’d been mesmerized.

Our kissing grew more frenzied, and his hands roamed my back and sides, his warmth against my cold damp skin everything, and yet at the same time, not near enough. I tugged impatiently at his damp shirt, craving the heat of his bare chest against my own. He stepped back, and I sighed, fearing I messed everything up. But I hadn’t. He moved just enough to yank the wet fabric over his head and toss it aside, his hands immediately back on me, cupping my face as his mouth devoured mine. He held my face exactly where he wanted me while his tongue explored my mouth. I let him. I needed him to lead, to command my body.

When we broke to gasp for air, we tore frantically at the rest of our clinging clothes, unable to get naked fast enough. Cedric shucked off his jeans and boxer briefs as I fumbled with my belt and zipper. Why had I worn a belt again?

Finally, I kicked my pants away, leaving us both naked, hard, and panting. I looked around the room, wondering the best place for us to continue what we started, and in one swift motion, Cedric scooped me up, holding me close against his chest, and carried me into what I soon saw was his bedroom.

The room had two windows, the shades drawn so there was barely any light. The massive king-sized bed dominated the space. It was all I cared about right now anyway. Later I’d be more curious about the personal space of the man who’d captured my attention after only knowing him for less than an hour. I should ask about his family, his hobbies. I should learn something other than his name.

His name was all I needed in this moment.

He laid me down on the bed gently and joined me, his hard body covering mine. I arched up against him, not holding anything back, drunk on his scent. The last of my coherent thoughts dissolved, until there was nothing but him and this and now.

His weight settled over me on the bed as our mouths met again in a clash of lips and tongue and teeth. I couldn’t get enough of his taste, fresh rain and smoldering musk. My hands roamed the broad expanse of his back, tracing the planes of his muscle. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, lips tracing a path along my jaw and down my throat.

“You smell so good,” he murmured against my collarbone. “I could devour every inch of you.” His tongue traced a path along my pec and swirled around my nipple.

“Yes, please!” I was begging and I didn’t even care. “Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone so much. I swear to you I don’t make a habit of this. Oh, gods bless, right there!”

Cedric growled his approval, licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin.

We explored each other with desperate hands and hungry mouths, the world narrowing to lips and teeth and roaming fingers. He licked a searing path down my chest, stopping at each nipple and teasing them in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

I tangled my fingers in his thick hair, not willing to let him go. I wished I had more hands. I wanted to cup his ass and feel every inch of his skin while he fucked me.

“Like that, do you?” Cedric’s voice somehow got sexier. How was that even possible?

I could only gasp in response as he moved lower and lower and lower—trailing open-mouthed kisses over the trembling surface of my stomach. He dipped his tongue into my navel, and I bucked beneath him.

Cedric grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hips. He urged my thighs apart, settling between them, smiling at what he saw. He ran a teasing finger along the cleft of my ass, finding me already slick and ready. I usually needed a lot more warm-up time. Not with Cedric.

Was it possible that I’d actually crashed my food truck and this was all just a fever dream and I was actually unconscious in a ditch somewhere? If it was, I was going to make the best of it.

“Please,” I heard myself beg, barely recognizing my own voice. “I need...”

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Cedric circled my entrance with his finger.

I writhed shamelessly against his hand, incoherent noises spilling from my lips. He pushed one long finger inside, working it slowly in and out. The stretch and drag as he added a second finger ripped a guttural moan from my chest. I’d never needed anything so badly in my life.

“More,” I panted. “Cedric, please...”

His dark eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with lust. “Anything you need, sweet omega. Anything at all.” His eyes flashed and seemed to glow in the dark room. It had to be a trick of the light, though.

I didn’t get a chance to look again.

He lowered his head, and I nearly jackknifed off the bed at the first hot swipe of his tongue along the underside of my aching cock. Cedric lapped at me like he was savoring a rare delicacy, giving me a preview of what was to come with his fingers sliding in and out my slick passage. I fisted my hands in the sheets, broken pleas falling from my lips.

“That’s a good omega. Let me hear you. Let go for me, sweet thing.”

Then he swallowed me down to the root and I saw stars, my hips snapping up of their own accord. He took me deeper, working his throat around my length even as he crooked his fingers just right. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure unbearable. But before I could tumble over the edge, Cedric pulled off my cock.

I whined at the loss, my voice as desperate as I felt. “Alpha, I need... I need...”

“I know.” He crawled back up my body to take my face between his big hands, his eyes blazing with promise. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

It was a vow. A promise. I felt it down to my toes.

Without further ado, he lined himself up with my slick entrance and pushed in slow, oh-so-excruciatingly slow. He was large, ridiculously so, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, burning me, claiming me. I’d never felt more alive than I did then, joining our bodies together, making us one.

“That’s it,” Cedric growled, his voice low and guttural as he pressed deeper still. “Take it, Willow. Take all of me.”

I’d never been one for this kind of talk, but with him, I was. He unleashed a side of me I didn’t know existed. I thrashed underneath him, urging him deeper, wanting him closer.

Cedric started to move then, pulling out until just the head of his cock remained inside me before sliding all the way back in again. It wasn’t long before he’d found my sweet spot, and once he did, he took no prisoners. He was determined to make me explode, and I couldn’t wait. I arched my back, my head thrown back as I moaned his name on repeat.

“Cedric, fuck, right there!”

“That’s it, Willow,” he panted, his hips slapping against mine with a wet, lascivious sound. “You’re so tight... so hot... so... perfect.”

Hearing those words coming from him sent me over the edge, and I felt my orgasm rushing forward. My cock was hard against my abdomen, trapped between us. I hadn’t even touched it and I was going to shoot.

“Cedric!” I cried out, my fingernails sinking into his back as I came.

He picked up speed as he helped me ride out my orgasm, his following closely behind, his knot swelling... filling me so completely, connecting us together—at least for a time. I’d never experienced anything like it and thought it was a myth, but now that we were joined in this way, I understood why it was so prized, so treasured. It. Was. Everything.