She looks up at me and smiles before licking her lips. Reaching out, she wraps her soft, delicate hand around the base of my cock, her pinky resting against my knot. She leans forward and open-mouth kisses the tip of my dick, and I suck in a sharp breath.
She can’t hear me to know how she affects me, so I’m going to have to modify the way I fuck. I put my hand on her shoulder and leave it there. When she wraps those pouty lips around my mushroom head a second time, I apply more pressure to her shoulder. She pauses and looks up at me, and I bite my bottom lip and nod at her so she knows she’s making me feel good.
Bayleigh takes more of me into her mouth and starts to bob up and down. Her tongue trails along my shaft as she moves her head. At this point, I’m sure she’s going to have my fingerprints bruised into her skin. I move my hips slightly just to help show her I’m enjoying her mouth on my cock. My knot is painfully hard, and I’m sure Bayleigh can see it getting redder by the second. I’m ready to explode, but I don’t want to come in her mouth, as good as it might sound.
“Bayleigh,” Her name slips from my lips with an alpha moan, but she can’t see my face. A part of me wonders if even with the implant on the fritz if she can feel the rumble of a vibration that it makes. A question for another time.
Her head bobs faster, and she brings her hand into the mix, pumping along with her mouth so that there isn’t an inch of my dick not being touched.
“Bayleigh,” I say again and tap her shoulder.
She pulls off my dick with a pop and looks up at me as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Bad?” She tilts her head as she speaks.
I quickly shake my head. “No. Not at all. So fucking good, Baby. But I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in that sweet little pussy of yours.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. You did good, Bayleigh, real good. Now lie back down and let me fuck you.”
She does as she’s told, lying back and spreading her thighs for me like a good little omega. Fuck, the way she watches me… I want to remember that look forever. The pink of her cheeks, the swell of her lips, the glaze in her eyes.
She’s so fucking sexy, sweet, and mine. I position myself at her entrance and slide just the head in, and she gasps. One hand lifts just enough to brush along the back of the other, signing with a small, lazy sweep.
“I’ll go slow, Baby. Just relax. I got you.”
I push in a little more and let her adjust before repeating until my knot presses against her opening. The urge to push deeper, to stay there, to lock us together sparks hard and hot in my core.
I breathe through it.
Not yet. Not her first time. Not when she’s never taken an alpha, never ridden out a heat with someone there to hold her through the worst of it.
When I finally pull out and ease back into her, it’s with every ounce of patience I have.
She tenses, just for a second, and I freeze, cupping her face, kissing her forehead, letting her adjust around me.
“You okay?” I whisper.
She nods, eyes squeezed shut, then opens them, meeting my gaze.
“Hurts… little,” she admits, “but good.”
We move together, finding a rhythm that’s more about connection than release. Her nails dig crescents into my back. Her legs curl around me, drawing me closer. Her scent is everywhere now, sweet and sharp, omega-need wrapping around my senses until there’s nothing but her.
My knot throbs, wanting, urging, but I keep my thrusts careful, never deep enough to push that last boundary. I hold myself there, on the edge of something primal, and instead chase the way she shivers, the way her breath catches, the way her voice breaks when she tries to say my name again and again.
When she finally falls apart beneath me, it’s loud, with my name on her lips and her back arching up as she shakes with desire. Her pussy squeezes me tight, and I swear I see stars.
I follow her over the edge a heartbeat later, burying my face against her neck, breathing her in like air. My body tightens, then shudders, that swollen pressure at the base of me pulsing with instinct, wanting to stay, to lock, to claim.
I don’t let it.
I ride the wave without giving in to the need to knot, bracing one hand on the mattress, the other laced with hers, knuckles white. Rope after rope of cum releases from my body, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I enjoy the feel of my omega wrapped around me.
When I finally soften enough to move, I ease out, checking her face for any flicker of pain.
All I see is dazed softness.
