The massage was thorough and intense as his thumbs delved in to my warm wet depths. I felt more exposed than ever. Everything came down to this one sparkling point at my body's entrance. It seemed so shallow, but it was everything I needed. Wanted.
I pressed up as high as I could, my ass swaying. I cried out when a surprise sensation threatened to make me come right then and there. Something firm and warm pressed against my hole. It moved up and down, then gently circled the rim before probing less than an inch into my flaming insides. Dale's tongue.
Gods. It was like a metamorphosis took over my body. I convulsed. My muscles clinched. My back arched. I thought I was going to shift right then and there. I barely kept control.
“Dale,” I cried out. “I can't hold on, but I don't want you to stop.”
His tongue came out and teased me again, going up and down my crack, then poking my hole again. There were littlenoises, too, and they were so sexy I could only try not to scream. No one had ever rimmed me before. I had no idea it would feel this good.
“I'm going to come.”
As I said that, Dale’s hand came between my legs and grabbed my cock, milking it in time with his tongue thrusts. There was no time to do anything but go with it. My fists clutched at the pillow. I buried my head and yelled my delight at the top of my lungs. And came harder than the first time this evening.
I was still pulsing when Dale took his mouth away and replaced it with the tip of his cock.
14
Dale
Aspen’s hole gaped wider than our first time during lovemaking. He had been truthful that it had sent him into a heat. I’d only seen this sort of reaction in omegas who were out of their minds with needing to be bred. And that had only been in porn. I’d never bred an omega in a live heat before.
My cock burned for him. His scent, his pose, that open hole covered in slick made me into one needy alpha. My cock and balls behaved as if they hadn’t just released half an hour ago.
An ache went through me like a lust-filled cramp.
He’d tasted as good as he looked and now I planned to do as he asked. Fuck him well. Or, rather, breed him as deeply as I could.
I pressed the tip against the dark, pink skin of his open rim. Immediately, Aspen pushed back hard. So hard, in fact, my entire erection disappeared inside of him in one major thrust.
I nearly lost my balance. I let go of his cock and pressed down on his lower back with both hands to regain my equilibrium.
His insides began to wildly milk me. I’d read and heard others say an omega in this state it was like a live milking machine. There was no other way to describe it. His body had my appendage captured and trapped. Not that I was complaining.
I grabbed his hips and pulled out halfway, noting that I still had some control and participation in the act. The muscled walls of his interior sucked at the sides and beneath my cock as I moved back into him to the hilt.
Dear gods, Aspen was going to be my undoing.
“More,” came the strangled, muffled cry from the pillow where he had planted his face.
Every drag of my cock sent me higher and higher. This second orgasm was building like nothing I'd ever felt before. My body pounded into his. His abundant slick made everything easier, faster. If I ever returned to reality after this wondrous journey, I would never be the same.
He was stunning. The globes of his ass we're taught and round and I couldn't stop running my hands over them as my cock slid in and out between them. My balls snapped back and forth, slapping his in the process. It was divine.
I kept pressing into him with every thrust, trying to get deeper, trying to touch him in a place that might link us forever. It was instinct. It was alpha will. I couldn't stop it. Later, if he wanted to punish me for it, I'd welcome it. I'd give him every retribution he asked for. But a little voice inside told me he wanted this just as much.
I thought I was going to burst several times, put something in my body kept holding back and making that orgasmic climb ever higher. The buildup was so intense. How could I go on like this and not be dying?
“Aspen, it's too much. My body wants to stay inside you. I almost feel like I can't come.”
“You're going to knot,” came the reply.
“I'm human. I don't do that.”
“Is that what you were taught?”
“People talk about it, but I thought it was a myth.” It was hard to think let alone communicate something this important when I was on the verge of the greatest pleasure of my life.
“Ugh, that feels so good. Harder. Squeeze the base of your cock while you do that.”
