“That’s it, come for me.”
Murphy’s words bring me over the edge and I scream as I orgasm, my pussy clenching around him as he continues to drive into me, riding out my pleasure. I expect him to follow me over the edge and come as well, but he doesn’t break his pace. His thick cock slides against my sensitive channel, insistent and relentless until I can feel another orgasm building in my lower belly.
I can barely think straight. I’m lost in the moment, every sensation magnified and overwhelming. I couldn’t tell you where I am or even what my name is. My Alpha is touching me, kissing me, and fucking me. There’s no other place I would rather be than right here, in this moment.
The thought is fleeting, but it’s enough to create a spark deep in my chest and I feel my heart swelling with something I can’t explain. It’s like he’s opened the door to the cage of my heart, and I’m letting him in. It’s frightening, exhilarating, and overwhelming.
I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t even realise Murphy has paused. I lift my head to look at him questioningly, then cry out as I feel his knot push into me. My body reacts, clenching tight around him, milking him.
Murphy roars, and moves his free hand and smacks the fence behind us, clenching the metal with brutal Alpha strength to keep from crushing me instead.
He’s holding me so tight I can’t move, and I’m completely at his mercy as he thrusts shallowly, his knot tugging at my entrance. I feel the first splash of come – hot and insistent. His cock surging with each pump of his seed into my pussy. I throw my head back and let the white sparks in my eyes dance with the stars in the dark night sky stretched above us. It feels cosmic to have him inside me. Another warm rush of him filling me up sends me over the edge again. I dig my nails into his shoulders, my back arching as I come hard. My muscles protest as they’re clenched, my toes curling against the overwhelming sensation.
“Fuck, Omega,” he growls against my neck, laving my sweat-soaked skin.
He holds my shivering body close as we catch our breath and come down from our high. Eventually, his knot subsides enough for him to pull out. I let my head fall onto his shoulder and burrow into his embrace.
And that’s when reality slams back into me. I wrench back to look at Murphy with alarm, and then I see it. The scowling face of a policeman.
“For fuck’s sake, Murphy.”
Seven
Murphy
I’mhardtoshockthese days. I’ve lived a wild life and have experienced most things at this point. However, I can safely say publicly getting caught with an Omega locked on my knot is definitely a first for me.
The whole experience feels like a dream come true, at least until the post-nut clarity hit me. Then there was Officer Lincoln Miller, known locally as Link, staring at my exposed ass with his trademark exasperated scowl. He really needs to stop being shocked by me.
I click my tongue as the jail cell door slams shut behind me and I lean against the bars. This isn’t my first time being locked up in Bodella police station’s only cell but it’s certainly my first sober one. Unless you count being high on the scent of Omega slick, ’cause I feel light-headed from her lavender scent.
“Shit. Shit. Shit!” the little Omega says as she tries to pace the cell. It’s tiny, with only enough room for a single cot, a toilet and standing space.
“Hey, Spitfire. Calm down. It’s alright.”
“I can’t calm down! This has to be some kind of nightmare. Pinch me!” she exclaims, her eyes wild.
I don’t hesitate – I reach out and pinch the top of her arm.
She yelps and swats my hand away.
“Oi! What did you do that for?”
I laugh, shrugging, “You asked me to.”
“You think this is funny? We’ve been arrested for public indecency.” Her hair is mussed from my hands running through it, and it only makes her look dishevelled. I like it.
I suck on my teeth, dragging up the fresh memory of this sweet little Omega writhing on my knot. I smile and reply, “Fuck yeah, we were.”
“No! Don’t be proud of this.” She points an accusing finger at me.
“Why not?” I ask, then narrow my eyes. “I thought you enjoyed yourself.”
I swear it was all consensual, and she was an extremely enthusiastic participant. Hell, she was gasping for more not too long ago.
She licks her lips and shifts from foot to foot, her thighs rubbing together. She didn’t have time to clean up. She must be sticky down there, dripping slick and my seed. The thought sends blood straight to my dick, and I adjust myself. Her eyes follow my hand, which I don’t move even after I’ve finished adjusting myself. If a gorgeous Omega wants to stare at my dick, then I’m not gonna stop her. In fact, I’m going to encourage any interaction with my dick.
Matilda sighs and sits down onto the creaking cot with a fraying grey blanket.
