Page 8 of His Bear Bombshell

It all led to my dreams and fantasies becoming progressively more vivid, though. I supposed that wasn’t unexpected, considering the last time I’d had sex was at the summer Unlocking party. The one where my alpha had been unlocked. I didn’t remember much from the night, outside of finding myself in a blackened room with a random beta, but the dreams I’d had since were beginning to change the vague beta from my memories to Tim.

From what little I did recall —being strung out on a synthetic rut and blindfolded as per the party’s silly rules— the beta I’d been with had used a ridiculous amount of lube. Now it wasn’t difficult to imagine it was Tim’s slick, instead. To imagine the slender waist I’d held belonged to my sweet fox omega. To fantasize that I’d been able to mate him, rather than pull out after my knot had begun to pop following my orgasm.

So, my dreams morphed the heavily-lubed-up beta into a slick-dripping omega. While I couldn’t remember the sounds the beta had made, I dreamed of Tim whimpering and crying out in ecstasy. That was also easy to do, seeing as I’d watched him unravel in my lap several times by this point.

But, despite the dreams and my growing infatuation, and despite Tim’s youthful appetite to make out and get off at every possible opportunity, we spent time really getting to know each other, too.

I told him about my childhood and my travels since my teens, and he shared his experiences growing up sheltered and adored by his parents. Even though our lived experiences couldn’t be further apart, we bonded over our differences. It was nice to get his perspective, and when we debated some of the bigger picture issues in the world, he opened my eyes to alternative thoughts. In turn, I did the same for him.

I always looked forward to our dates. Tim made me laugh. I felt complete when we were together. I’d given up on correcting my alpha on his insistence that Tim was ours. Mine. (Whatever.)

It was hard to argue against the instinct when I was falling head over heels for my boyfriend.

“Mmm,” he rocked against me, exhaling puffs of air into my mouth as we parted our lips to breathe.

We’d had a relaxing picnic, watching the sunset and feeding each other various fruits, sandwiches, and chocolates. As the sky darkened, we took to cuddling together under blankets in the bed of my old pick-up truck, chatting quietly about random topics as stars began to blink into existence.

Then his lips had trailed over my shoulder and up my neck, and it wasn’t long before I had a lapful of my sweet omega; one of my absolute favorite things in the world by that stage.

My hands kneaded at the small, perfectly rounded globes of his ass. “That’s it, baby,” I urged. “You feel so good like this.”

“Yes. Your cock feels huge.”

I chuckled, nuzzling my nose against his. “It’s not that impressive, but you’re good for a man’s ego, darlin’.”

“I want…” he pulled back and swallowed, then looked earnest and vulnerable as he asked, “Can I see it? Touch it? Suck it?”

My cock liked those ideas very much, doing his best to make a bid for freedom through the thick denim I wore. I groaned. “I’d like that, baby. But you don’t hav—oh, God.”

Tim wasted no time, shuffling back on my thighs and lowering my zipper. Just feeling his touch right where I needed him instantly had me about ready to explode.

Which one of us was the virgin?

I felt like everything was brand new again when I was with Tim.

He only hesitated for a moment before tugging the cotton of my boxer briefs down, exposing my aching, leaking dick to the cool night air. I watched his face as he looked down, enjoying the way his skin flushed in the moonlight and the way his tongue darted out to moisten his kiss-swollen lips.

When I felt his hand close around my shaft, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of my mate’s tentative stroking.

“Not that impressive my ass,” he muttered. “This is going to split me in two when we finally do it.” He squirmed. “God, I’m so slick just looking at it…”

“Baby,” I pleaded, “don’t say things like that.” My cock dribbled precum as if to punctuate just how riled up his words got me.

“Sorry,” Tim said, not sounding at all apologetic. He shuffled back further, propping his knees on one of the cushions I’d brought along. Stretching out, he braced his weight on one forearm beside my thigh as he stroked my dick with his other hand. Then he brought his mouth to the tip of my cock and suckled so gently and sweetly I almost went cross-eyed at the tease of it.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart…”

He hummed, taking more of me in, sucking a bit harder as a couple of inches disappeared between his plump lips.

I enjoyed the slow exploration as much as I felt tortured and edged by it. He licked and sucked, trying to take more and more of me as he bobbed his head. Despite his lack of experience, it was the most perfect thing in the world for me.

“That’s it, Timmy. Suck my cock, baby. Doin’ so good. Your mouth feels so good.”

He hummed at the praise. The vibrations shot through me, making my knot tingle as it threatened to pop. That was a sensation I was slowly becoming used to the more often I jerked off, and I wondered how different it would feel with a partner. How it might actually feel to have the sensitive flesh locking me inside a slick, warm channel. Inside Tim.

“Oh, fuck, darlin’. I’m gettin’ close…”

The images in my head coupled with the feel of his mouth on me were going to be my undoing.