"Shh, or else your grandama will here us," I whisper, biting back a moan.
Ollie stills for a moment, looking down at me with hazy eyes. "You're going to kill my erection if you start talking about my grandama."
Raising an eyebrow, I lick a slow stripe up his cock, from base to tip, before sucking on the head again. Ollie throws back his head, flinging his arm over his face to muffle his moans.
"Hm, nothing soft about this," I whisper, laughing when he shoots me a glare.
The past two weeks have flown by without incident, making me a little on edge, especially with the argument that Aaron and I had. But that thought has been pushed to the back of my mind recently, too preoccupied with everything else.
This pregnancy is still in the early stages, about twelve weeks along, but for some reason, the horniness has hit me hard. Besides my exhaustion, it has been my only symptom. But, Ollie has been on the receiving end of my horniness, only too eager to help me.
Ollie's hands fall down to my hair, fingers twining in the strands and pulling me back up so he can press his lips against mine. In this position, my cock is pressed up against his, the barest brush making shivers of want run through me.
"Ollie," I whisper, lips brushing against his as I speak. "Please fuck me already. I want to come with you inside me."
His breath hitches, and he gives a swift nod of his head, pulling away from me enough to grab the lube that is sitting on the nightstand. Before he can get it though, I capture his hand with mine, bringing it down to my ass. His eyes widen significantly when he feels my slick, which there is much more of than usual. Many of the articles I had read about pregnancy said that the hormones produced during pregnancy make slick production increase significantly.
Pushing myself up from Ollie, I keep his gaze as I reach behind me, wrapping my hand around his hard cock. The skin is smooth and his cock is perfect. Not so big that it nearly hurts when we are having sex- such as with Aaron- and not too small. Biting my lip, I push myself up enough that I am straddling him, the head of his cock pressing against my hole. Ollie's mouth drops open as I start to seat myself on his cock, a low moan slipping from his lips as he fills me.
Once I am fully seated, the heat inside me only increases. Resting my hands on Ollie's chest, I start to rock back on his cock, moaning as he brushes against that spot inside me with every stroke.
It feels wonderful, like scratching the itch that you have been unable to reach for days. Ollie's hands come to rest on my hips. Fingers tightening as he rests his feet against the bed, giving him enough leverage to meet my thrusts.
"Oh god," I whisper, eyes falling closed in my bliss.
"God, you're so beautiful," Ollie says, "Love you."
His words cause me to still, his cock still hard inside me. He seems to realize what he said, eyes widening in panic.
"I-I mean..." he stutters, trying to backtrack.
But then his eyes settle on me and must see my smile, because he falls quiet. Leaning down, I capture his lips with mine, hands settling on either side of his face as I deepen the kiss. Just when I am running out of air, I pull away, eyes blinking open.
"Love you too," I whisper. "So much."
Ollie looks shocked for only a second before he is smiling. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me into a deep kiss that takes my breath away.
The heat inside me curls again, so I start to rock back on his cock, reveling in the fullness. Ollie lets out a low moan against my lips, reluctantly letting me pull away so that I can ride him better.
Every push of him inside me causes my heat to increase, my hands falling back on the bed so that I can have some leverage. Ollie's hands drift from my waist over to my stomach, fingers brushing reverently against the barely there bump. Seeing the adoration in his eyes sends me over the edge, my orgasm catching me by surprise, especially since my cock is untouched.
This is the first time I have ever come without a hand wrapped around my cock, and it just makes the moment even better.
Ollie follows behind me, cock pulsing as he comes inside me. It takes everything I have in me not to just flop down on top of him, instead slowly letting his cock slip free before laying down next to him.
He just cuddles up behind me, hands coming to wrap around my waist as his hands settle on my stomach. "I really do love you, Milo," he whispers, pressing a kiss against my ear.
A smile spreads across my face, my after glow becoming even more enjoyable from his words. "I love you too."
Before either of us can get comfortable enough to fall back asleep, a meow comes from the other side of the door.
Ollie lets out a heavy sigh as I just chuckle, leaving him to go and get Emmie while I cuddle further in to the blankets. She is sitting right outside the door, looking scandalized as to why we would have a door closed.
"Pretty girl, what are you doing out here?" Ollie murmurs, picking her up and bringing her over to the bed. She just meows, curling into my side, purring when I start petting her.
"I guess I should head back to my room alone, then," he says, rolling his eyes playfully, but his smile seems tense. The thought of him leaving right now has my heart clenching.
"No, stay," I say, making him halt his retreat. He looks like he is about to protest, but he must see something on my face, because he just nods his head before coming to join me on the bed.
Peeking at the clock, I see that it is only a little after five in the morning. We still have a while until the others are awake. The blissfulness from before comes back, especially when Ollie scoots close, wrapping his arm around my waist and maneuvering Emmie so that she is on his other side.
It isn't until Christmas music starts up in the den that I start to wake up. Blinking open my eyes, I see that Emmie and Ollie are still fast asleep. He looks peaceful like this, so much younger. He had always gotten flack for looking more beta than omega, since he is taller than the average omega with wider shoulders. But he has always looked great to me. It wasn't until recently, though, that I realized how far my appreciation went.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but I manage to slip out of the bed without waking Ollie. He grumbles a bit when I pull away from him but drifts back to sleep once I drop a soft kiss to his cheek.
My clothes lay scattered around the floor, so I just grab the robe from the back of the door and slip it on.
We have been staying at Virginia's house for the last couple days in order to celebrate the holidays. She doesn't live too far away from us, but it is nice to be close during Christmas. Nico and Maya had also joined us, coming up yesterday afternoon after they spent the morning with our parents. After they leave here, they are going to visit with Maya's family a few hours away.
They had just had their baby, too, just a few weeks ago. She is the cutest little girl ever, being a little on the smaller side since she was born early. But she is perfectly healthy. She doesn't like to sleep though, unless someone is holding her. That is the biggest challenge, but Nico and Maya are handling it well.
Virginia is already in the kitchen, cooking some breakfast while nodding along to the music playing.
"Good morning," I call out, making her startle slightly.
"Oh, good morning, Milo," she says, coming over to envelop me in a tight hug. "And Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
"Why don't you get settled in. I just put the cinnamon rolls in the oven. I'll make us some coffee."
"Oh, just tea for me," I say, a smile on my face.
Virginia raises a brow at me but nods her head anyway. While she turns back to her tasks, I shuffle into the living room. It is perfect, cozy just like a house should be during Christmas. The tree is in the corner, to the right of the fire place, which has a crackling fire in it right now. Snow is even drifting around outside, adding on to the few inches that had fallen over night.
Waiting for everyone to wake up is peaceful, giving me time to chat with Virginia while enjoying my tea. Nico is the first to come down, little Adalia in his arms. He hands her over when I start to coo, giving a fond roll of his eyes before going to the kitchen to heat her up a bottle.
Eventually, Ollie and Maya join us. Adalia sleeps in my arms as we start to open presents, everyone smiling and laughing at the gifts they open. Finally, after what seems like forever, Ollie looks over at me, and I give a small nod of my head.
Ollie clears his throat drawing everyone's attention. "We have one last present for all of you, from the two of us."
He stands up, handing them each an envelope. All of them look curious, but open them anyway. Maya is the first to understand, letting out a shriek before leaping off the couch and wrapping us in a tight hug.
"Congratulations!" she says, giving us each a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so happy for you guys."
Virginia is the next to join in on the excitement, already making plans as to what she wants to get the babies, which just causes Nico to whip his head over to look at me.
"Twins?" he exclaims, eyes wide. "You're having twins?"
Nodding my head, I laugh as he falls back on the couch, a shocked expression on his face. Ollie wraps me in a tight hug as I bury my face into his neck, not able to stop the wide smile on my face.
The rest of the morning is a blur, full of bubbling happiness and excitement. Ollie chats with his grandama a lot, trying to convince her that she doesn't have to buy everything for us, but she isn't being swayed. Ollie is her only grandchild, and she had been a rather successful politician, a mayor for our small town for years, while also dabbling in writing. This dabbling, however, turned into something more, and she still has money rolling in from the series she wrote years ago. So, to say she is well off would be an understatement, and now, Ollie is presenting her the perfect thing to splurge on.
"Milo, can I speak to you for a moment," my brother says from behind me. Turning, I see that he has a sheepish look on his face, hand rubbing the back of his head.
Dread settles in my stomach and I cross my arms over my chest. "Oh no. What did you do?"
"You know how Maya and I went to visit with Oma and Ama yesterday?"
His question makes the dread sit heavier, nausea turning in my stomach. I haven't been on good terms with our parents since I left for college. They had wanted me to immediately settle down and start a family, severely disappointed when I decided to further my education instead. The only time that the tension lessened was when I got married to Aaron. My parents love Aaron. To them, he is the perfect alpha.
"Yeah," I say, drawing the word out.
"Well, I might have kind of told them about you being pregnant?" he says, the phrase sounding more like a question than a statement. "They were asking how you were doing and it kind of slipped out before I could stop it."
"Nico," I say, shaking my head while running a hand through my hair. "You know how they are! What did they say?"
"They were excited until I told them that you were splitting up with Aaron. They seem convinced that the baby is his and you are trying to take it away from him."
"Shit," I murmur, closing my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Milo." My brother's eyes are wide, watching me with apprehension. "I am the worst brother."
"No, you're not," I murmur, pulling him into a side hug. "Just don't tell them anything else. I don't want them getting involved in this already huge mess with Aaron."
"Of course," he says, squeezing me tight. Maya calls his name, making him pull away from me. "I'll talk to you soon, alright? I love you."
"Love you too," I murmur, watching as he walks out the front door to join his wife and daughter in the car before they drive away.
It doesn't surprise me that my parents are siding with Aaron during this ordeal, but it still stings. Settling my hand on my stomach, I rub slightly at the barely there bump. No matter what happens, I am still going to have a family at the end of this ordeal, with the man I love.