“Fist,” Ole said, tapping the bed. “I need a fist.” He plopped onto his back and lifted his legs to his chest, showing me his pulsing hole.
From the array in front of me, I picked up the black dildo shaped like a forearm with a fist.
“That one?” I asked.
“No. I want you. I want your hand in me. Fuck, Eldin, come on.”
Holy hell.
Yes.
I eyed my palm, spreading my fingers, then looked back at Ole.
“It’s big, I know. That’s what I need right now,” Ole said, then released a pained groan.
That was enough for me.
I slithered between his legs and kissed his inner thigh. Then kissed once more. Fuck, he was addictive. The scent of his slick streaming out of him sent a rumble bubbling from deep within my chest. His swollen rim was pliantunder my finger when I traced the inside of it, then licked around it.
“What are you—” Ole moaned and pulled his legs wider, hooking his arms under his knees. “Yes, ah!”
I nibbled and sucked on the puffy rim as I slipped two fingers in with ease.
Ole wiggled his hips, and I added one more, his hole pulsing, sucking me in.
I nuzzled the delicate skin of his sac, tight and close to his body, and moved on to lap on the underside of his cock.
Ole’s whimpers got louder, and I pulled my fingers out only to glide in all five to my knuckles. The needy wail that echoed through the room set my body on fire, and my hard-on dripped pre-cum onto the sheets.
“You want my fist?” My growl betrayed my insane arousal.
“Yes, please!”
I took his cock into my mouth and wiggled my tongue along his slit, then the crown, until I sucked it all the way in. At that, his rim relaxed even more, and I slipped my hand through it to the wrist.
Ole keened, spurting cum onto my tongue. Greedily, I swallowed it, high on the sweet taste. Simply divine. All omegas’ bodily fluids became tastier during heat to attract alphas, but Ole’s were a gourmet meal in the best restaurant in the world. It was almost as if he produced his slick and cum specifically for me.
Impaled, Ole wiggled his hips, his cock not showing signs of flagging when I released it.
“Angle your knuckles so you can—” Ole gasped, then moaned. “Yes! Like this.”
I rubbed his gland the way he instructed, then penetrated the mouth of his womb with my fingers. It was open.
He was ready to be bred. Fuck.
“Deeper! Eldin, please!” Ole’s voice did things to me. I didn’t know what exactly, but I would do anything he asked at that moment.
So, I pushed in more. Gently angling my hand, I was horrified when I saw it bulging Ole’s belly.
“That’s perfect.” He let go of his right leg and stroked the bulge, his tunnel clenching around me.
I kissed his fingers, then his abdomen, where my hand was, thrusting gently.
He put a pillow under his head. “I want to see your face when your hand is so deep in me.” Oleander was a dirty talker, and I didn’t know what to do with that. His eyes glinted, and a smile played on his parted lips as he caressed my fist through his skin and muscle. “Now take it out and shove it back in.”
“Say what?” I met his gaze, filled with tears and lust but zero craze.
“You heard me.” He grunted, pushing my hand out.
