“But–” Bal’s job meant everything to him. Everything. What did it mean that he had left the workshop in his assistant’s hands, on the biggest night of their year, to take care of me? To help me through my heat? Did it mean he was starting to feel more for me, like I was for him? More than friendship?
“I’m right where I want to be, Kendrick,” he bent and whispered in my ear. Before I could even begin to decipher what any of that meant, I felt the tell tale signs of my heat starting again.
My skin felt hot and dry, and lust raced through me, making my cock harden and my slick flow.
“It’s beginning again,” I panted, moving restlessly on the bed. Rolling away from Bal, I pushed up on my hands and knees. Spreading my legs, I laid my head on my bent arms, presenting my ass to him.
Need pulsed through my body, making all my cells tingle. My body had one focus, one purpose, to be filled by an alpha and knotted.
Bal moved behind me, his warm breath ghosting over the heated skin of my ass. Large hands pulled my cheeks apart and cool air brushed over my hole. I had no shame as he looked atme, his nose brushing the inside of my ass cheek. His thumb brushed over my rim, and I keened, part need, part pain.
“Mmmm,” Bal’s words were rumbly, “I think you’re too sore. Your hole is all red and swollen.”
Groaning, I shoved my ass towards his face. I didn’t care how sore I was, I needed his cock. I needed to come. “Need your cock!”
The hand slapping my ass was unexpected. It stung, heating my skin even more, but desire flared through me, sharp and throbbing. Mewling my pleasure into my arms, I wiggled more. “I know what you need, and I’ll say when you get my cock.”
Fuckkkkk, that should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. It had the exact opposite effect. I had never been one to get turned on by bossy alphas in bed, but Bal could boss me around anytime he wanted. Yes, please!
When his wet tongue licked over my hole, I nearly came right then and there. Instead, I let out some kind of noise, half scream, half sob. Closing my eyes, I turned my head on my arms and let him do whatever he wanted.
Which seemed to be eating my ass like it was his own personal Christmas dinner. He licked, slurped, circled my rim, before plunging in and fucking me with his tongue. It was all I could do to stay in the position I was in. My hips moved on their own, pushing back into his face with demanding force. Until he held them with both hands, until I could barely move. Just had to take his tongue invading me, licking over my nerve endings, and filling me.
When his cockhead tapped at my entrance, my arms gave out and I would have fallen to the bed. Bal’s arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me and pulling me back to his chest, as his cock slid into me slowly. Every inch he would stop, kissing my neck, whispering words in my ear, waiting for my body to let him know when it needed more.
I hissed at the intrusion, the burn, the soreness, but I needed him inside me. Until finally he was, the curls surrounding his dick tickling my ass. How the man could move in the position we were in, on his knees, me pulled up against his chest, was a wonder.
But move he did. Holding me tight, his free hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing and stroking. He slid out of me gently, before plunging back inside, pushing us up further and further on the bed. Until the headboard was in front of me and I blindly reached for it.
Fingers wrapped tightly around the sturdy, dark wood, I shoved back against him. The bedframe shook, rattling against the wall, as he filled me, again and again. His knot stretched me, and I cried out, all of it too intense.
His dick swelled inside me, and my cum spilled over his hand and sprayed the headboard. My vision whited out, as his knot locked us together and his cum filled the condom inside me.
And right before I closed my eyes into sleep, the crazy thought that I was falling for Bal filled my heart.
Balfour
Past…
Me:Can you believe John got sent home?
Nemesis:Ugh! I haven’t watched it yet! You know I don’t like spoilers!
Me:It’s British Bake Off. How is that a spoiler? They bake and someone gets sent home. It happens every episode.
Nemesis:Because now I know who gets sent home this week…
Me:But you still get to see all the bakes. Believe me, when you watch it, you won’t be shocked he’s gone. Saw that coming in the first bake. Puddings did him in.
Nemesis:Well, dammit, I liked him. He was hot!
Me:He was cute. But Simon is still there.
Nemesis:He has too many meltdowns for me. An alpha should not lose it that much over baked goods, I’m just saying. Cake shouldnot make you cry. I’ll just keep drooling over Paul.
Me:The judge?
Nemesis:Duh! That silver hair and those blue eyes…hello, Daddy!
