Page 49 of Nitro

Tommy moaned when I closed my fingers over his shaft and stroked him until he was close to the edge.

I didn’t let him come, not yet.

I hefted his legs over my shoulders, then slipped one, then two digits inside his asshole.

Tommy panted as I widened him for access.

Omegas were self-lubricating and I found him ready for me. Smiling to myself, I extracted my fingers and aligned my dick to his entrance.

I was hard as a steel pipe at that point.

“One more kiss,” Tommy begged and of course, I couldn’t help but comply.

I plundered his mouth and entered him at the same time.

Tommy gasped as I pulled away. I made my way inside him carefully, until I was balls deep.

“You okay?” I asked. Tommy nodded, unable to answer.

“The hard part is over. It’s time to make you feel good,” I said, starting with a slow rhythm.

In a matter of moments, I reduced us both to panting and needy animals. Tommy started to meet me for every thrust.

“Faster, Nitro. Please,” Tommy begged.

That last word undid me. I picked up the pace, switched up the angle of my thrust.

My next push made Tommy arch his back. He whimpered and I knew I found his sweet spot.

I kept aiming for that special place over and over again until Tommy dug his nails into my shoulders.

He came, painting my abdomen and stomach with his jizz. Hearing him climax triggered my own.

A few pumps later, the pressure inside me unravelled and I filled him with my seed.

After, I collapsed next to him on the forest floor.

Tommy instinctively curled up next to me and I automatically wrapped my arms around him.

I pressed a kiss to his mouth, then another to his neck.

The spot between his shoulder and neck to be exact, the special place where I would eventually put my mate mark.

“I want you to bite me, Nitro but I need to know something first,” Tommy said.

I gave Tommy an incredulous look, wondering if he fully comprehended what he was asking for.

My inner grizzly reassured me that he did. When Tommy made a decision, he stuck by it.

"Ask," I said, sensing what he wanted to know.

Spike's advice echoed in my mind—honesty was the foundation of a strong bond.

"I just want no secrets between us. You know all of mine," Tommy said, his eyes earnest.

"I understand," I replied, preparing myself for the question I had avoided sharing.

"What really happened between you, Gin, and Benji?" he asked, his voice calm yet filled with curiosity.