Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 249: Spoon [M]

"Go to sleep," he says, voice deep and deceptively sweet, but it’s a little hard to do that when he’s acting like this.

Thorne is spooned behind me, his large body completely encasing mine, radiating warmth that seeps into every inch of my skin. Normally, this would be soothing, comforting, a perfect way to drift into sleep.

Not tonight.

Not with the way his hips keep shifting—slow, deliberate, completely not innocent.

I bite my lip, trying to ignore it, to focus on the steady rhythm of his breath against my neck, the way his arms feel around my belly in a protective hold, how safe and cherished I always feel in his hold.

But then he does it again.

Rolls his hips.

I tense slightly as his hand drifts lower, sliding dangerously close to where I’m aching for him.

Thorne presses a soft kiss against the nape of my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

"I don’t think I’ve satisfied you enough, my star," he whispers, his voice rough and teasing.

I bite my lip, my body betraying me as I instinctively press closer, my thighs parting ever so slightly.

Thorne takes full advantage, his strong thigh nudging between mine, parting them further and slotting himself even closer against me.

His body heat engulfs me, and I can feel everything—the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the flex of his muscles as he holds me against him, the unmistakable hardness pressing right against me, teasing, tormenting.

A shaky gasp leaves my lips as he rolls his hips, slow and purposeful, his length dragging between my thighs, brushing against my most sensitive places but never quite where I need him.

I swear I see stars.

He moves his hips, in slow movements past my hole, just teasing and making me anxious. His breath hitches, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as he feels the way I react to him.

"Thorne please," I grit out, frustration burning through me, "Won’t you just fuck me—"

Before I can finish, he shifts, his hand tightening on my waist as he angles his hips just right and thrusts forward, hard and deep.

A shocked cry rips from my throat as I arch into him, my body reeling from the sudden fullness and intensity of him. He doesn’t stop.

"Look at you," Thorne groans, his voice pure hunger, "Greedy for me, taking me so perfectly, my beloved star."

My eyes roll back into my skull. When he angles himself, lifing one leg up, and going full throttle, even with how seemingly he’s being rough, he’s being careful not to move me from my side, because of the pregnant belly.

It’s not enough.

"Harder!" I say he’s being too careful. He turns onto his back with me in him, the ship’s wooden ceiling stares right back at me, as Thorne sets a punishing pace from below me.

His hands on my hips.

"Yes." I say, this is it.

"You’re going to be the death of me." He says, his hips moving frantic wish I could see the look on his face behind me.

Thorne’s hand tightens on my waist as he drives himself deeper into me, and I can feel his breath hitching in his chest. The pressure is intense, bordering on painful, but I don’t care. I need more.

"More," I moan, pushing back against him, needing to feel him even deeper inside me and he obliges, thrusting harder and faster than before.

"You’re so perfect," Thorne whispers, his voice raw with desire. "I could spend forever inside you."

I can feel the heat building inside me, my body tense and writhing beneath his touch. My heart races, and I can’t help but push back against him, craving more.

As Thorne’s movements become more frantic, I can feel his release approaching. He groans, his body tense beneath mine, and I know he’s close.

"Come for me," I whisper, my voice filled with desire. "I need you to come for me."

Thorne’s body jerks beneath mine, and with a hoarse cry, he succumbs to his release. I can feel his heat filling me, and it sends me spiraling over the edge.

Thorne’s body tenses beneath mine, his breathing ragged, his strong hands gripping my waist with a possessive hold. A deep, hoarse sound rumbles in his chest, and for a moment, all I can hear is the rapid thumping of our hearts, the quiet gasps of our breaths mingling in the warm night air.

His grip tightens for just a second before his body finally relaxes, sinking into the sheets with a deep exhale. I press my forehead against his, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

"Once more?" I whisper, my voice still breathless but filled with mischief.

I shift, turning until I’m straddling him, and for the first time tonight, I see him completely undone beneath me.

His golden hair is damp with sweat, strands clinging to his forehead, but it only adds to his rugged beauty. His lips are parted slightly, his breath still uneven, his blue eyes dark and filled with something primal, yet tender.

And then—he smirks.

That boyish grin, the one that makes my stomach flip and my heart ache all at once.

"I’m always down for more," he says, his voice husky, filled with amusement and challenge all at once.

*

POV of you and me as a fly in the room

Thorne watches as Noell grabs him and positions himself, straddling Thorne’s body. He groans, his muscles tense with anticipation.

Despite the shirt covering Noell’s naked body, Thorne can clearly see the excitement in his omega’s facial expression - a sight that pleases him greatly.

Noell doesn’t waste any time, bouncing on Thorne with a fervor that leaves Thorne breathless.

"Fuck me, calm down," Thorne says, holding Noell’s hips in an attempt to slow him down.

Noell ignores Thorne’s plea, his body moving in a frenzy as they both race towards their shared release. The bed creaks beneath them, and the sound of their moans echo through the room.

One would think this is their first meeting in months, due to the urgency of their movements.

Thorne can feel Noell’s body tense with the approaching climax, and he knows he can’t hold back any longer.

With a growl of passion, he thrusts upwards, sending them both tumbling over the edge into an explosion of pleasure.

Suddenly, Thorne feels Noell’s body tense and shudder with pleasure.

A satisfied grin spreads across Thorne’s face as he feels Noell’s heat enveloping him, surrounding him in a warm embrace. Thorne knows he won’t last much longer, but he doesn’t care - he’s lost in the moment, consumed by the love and desire that unite them.