I moan as his fingers find my panty’s edge. Even my super-strength liner has no chance of containing my slick. He hooks his finger under the fabric and meets my wetness, gently stroking my entrance.
“Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” I mewl.
I almost whine when he retreats to his knees, glad I didn’t when he parts my legs and pulls my panties down. Self-conscious, I shut my eyes, knowing that he’s looking at me. All of me. I know it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but this is different.
“Fuck, Faye,” he groans. “You’re making my knot pulse just looking at you.”
I steal a glance at his crotch. He’s not lying. The bulge in his pants seems to have doubled in size. He buries his face between my knees, kissing up my delicate inner thighs until his mouth meets my heat. He grabs my hips possessively before pulling my pussy onto his face. A gasp escapes me when his tongue slides over my clit before lapping up the slick like he’s trying to devour an ice cream before it melts.
“Do you like me tasting you, little omega?” he pauses to ask.
“Yes.” It’s hard to find the right words to describe how incredible he makes me feel. “It feels … amazing.” Amazing is an understatement; I already feel like I’ll come after only a few seconds.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He licks his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers too, little omega?”
“Yes.” Unable to reach him, I grip the sofa beneath me. “Fuck me with them.”
He circles my entrance with one. “How does that feel?”
“More,” I beg. It turns out I can be pretty needy and impatient when an orgasm is at stake. “Fuck, yes. Like that.”
He chuckles, slowly pushing one finger inside me before adding another, swirling them around to stretch me. Slick coats him as he fucks me with them, adjusting his position to match his pace with his tongue licking my clit. The combination of motions takes me right to the edge.
“Come for me, little omega,” Cole purrs. “Ride my face, and soak me in your slick.”
I grab his head and hold him there, grinding against his face as he sucks on my clit and coaxes an orgasm from me. I come hard, crying out, my thighs clamping around his head as my entire body judders.
As soon as the first wave ebbs, Cole slides back up my body and kisses me. Fuck, tasting myself on his tongue is a huge turn on.
“Can I…?” I feel his giant swell pressing into me. “Can I taste you?”
“Little omega, I’d love nothing more than feeling your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I lean up on my elbows to watch as he takes off his pants, giving me the chance to take in every delicious detail of his body—his flawless abs, the deep V of his Apollo’s belt, a trail of light brown hair leading down to his mammoth member. My eyes widen at his sheer size and girth, wondering how that was even able to fit inside me.
“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admit as I shuffle up from the couch, halting when I’m face-to-face with his shockingly large cock. “C-can you show me what you like?”
“Cover your hands in slick first,” he orders.
I do as he asks, watching as he puts his strong hands over mine then guides them onto his shaft. I have to use both hands to fully wrap around him. He moves my hands up and down him in long, rhythmic strokes. He groans as I continue, removing his hands once my confidence grows.
“Mm, yeah. Just like that.” I internally preen at his praise. “Now use your tongue. Just the tip.”
I inhale his addictive scent—clean sheets mixed with dirty, hot leather—and want more. I lick away a bead of salty pre-cum from his tip, then eagerly wrap my whole mouth around him, attempting to take in as much of him as I can.
“You’re an impatient, little omega,” he groans, fisting my hair. “Take your time. Breathe through it, okay? Take me into your mouth while you keep moving your hands.”
I fall into a rhythm. My jaw will ache by the end of this, but I desperately want to please him. Cole spends all of his timelooking out for everyone else. I want to do something just for him.
“Your pretty little mouth feels so good.” His thighs tauten beneath me. “Now suck a little and move your tongue at the same time.”
I play around, enjoying experimenting with varying pressures and flicks of my tongue. His balls twitch when I cup them, curious to know how they feel.
“Gentle pressure,” he instructs. “Good little omega.”
Knowing that I’m pleasing him, I moan, which must unlock something in the primal part of his alpha brain because he grabs my hair and growls in response. I quicken my movements, slathering him in spit and glance up to see his eyes clamped shut and his lips parted.
