I stretch out my neck, giving him enough space to sniff wherever he wants. I need his tongue, and I want his scent to absolutely drench my body.
He takes a deep inhale, though I know he can’t scent me. His reports say he hasn’t been able to smell or taste anything for ten years.
Until something warm and hard rolls across my skin, and I shudder as he licks me.
“Sweet,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, his lips trailing over my neck.
I suck in a breath as I close my eyes, scared and excited that it’s finally happening, that he’s giving me what my body has been begging for since the first moment I scented him.
The fridge softly rocks as his flat palm pushes at it, and he eases his body and his mouth-watering cock away from me.
I don’t know if I should grab him and pull him back to me. Should I risk it for a taste of my alpha? Could I go for it when he’s half-asleep and break his trust like this?
What will happen if he finds out the truth and rejects me?
He steps away and doesn’t even glance at me. I’m about as interesting as the fridge to him as he trudges off, scratching his ass, not giving a single sign he knows what he’s done.
My breath tremors in the back of my throat, my legs shaking, trying to do something other than stand there and stare at the kitchen with a blank look of shock on my face.
As I inhale through my nose and suck up more of his scent, my tension releases. I press my hands against my fluttering stomach as I finally let out a whine, and my perfume.
Ollie
Ishouldn’t be disappointed when I’m not supposed to expect anything, but it still hangs there.
The oatmeal gurgles away, and I can tell it’s going to be dry ashell. But the gentle bubble of oats and water is drowned out by my muffled whines.
Shoving my hand down my pants, I press the other hard against my mouth as I rub myself furiously.
I haven’t moved from my spot since Timber left. I have to come as quickly as possible. Even though I desperately want him to see me like this, I can’t let him find me.
With both of us in the house, the security system is off, so no one will know I’m jerking off against his fridge. Judging by the clock on the oven, he’s only been gone for three minutes, but that’s still too long.
I’m trying to soak in my feelings so I can come faster. But I can’t focus on how horny I am when my heart aches as well.
The shower is running upstairs as Timber walks around his bedroom, so I’m safe.
But, fuckme, if he had made a move, he could have bent me over the counter and taken anything he wanted. Thrown my legs over his shoulders, thrust into me against the fridge.
Fuck, I could ride him on the dining room table. His cock is so thick he can probably ruin me, and I don’t care. It’s not like I need to walk anywhere. I can just crawl after him and suck his cock whenever he needs me to.
Another whine falls from me as I lick my palm like he’s kissing me, squeezing my eyes closed, my slick building up as I imagine how he would grunt and moan as he thrusts into me. I bet he can be soft as well, holding me gently while rocking his hips before going for it like a piston.
Drawing in a deep breath through my nose, I’m hit with his scent again.
Another stroke, another breath, and I cup my hand over my pussy to stop my slick absolutely drenching my pants. I need to double up on the shitty suppressants from now on.
I groan as I come, my empty pussy clenching as I cry out his name against my hand.
Coming when he’s in the room above me makes it more thrilling and the pleasure more intense.
Until the thrill fades, and I’m left standing with consequences.
“I’m the worst.” I sigh, knocking my head back against the fridge. This is probably a sign I’ve gone too far, that I should call it quits here before I go off the rails.
I could congratulate myself and say, “Well, at least I didn’t take advantage of him when he was sleepwalking!” But it’s a weak excuse when I pull my hand out of my pants to find a nice big ol’ glob of creamy slick right there in my palm.
I sigh at the evidence of how screwed I am.
