Maybe it’s because I feel comforted knowing Icansay no, and she won’t be mad.
Maybe it’s because I feel comforted knowing she values me, my brain, and my heart over my dick.
Maybe it’s because Diego is lying in my lab right now, fighting to come back to us with Gage comforting him.
But something switches inside of me, and Iwant to.
I want to give Auryn the comfort she needs. I want to give her all I can give her because knowing she’ll be satisfied regardless of how I feel physically…
It’s enough.
I nod. “If you want my bonus dick, you’re welcome to have it.”
She giggles. “Are you sure?”
“Whatever you need. It’s yours,” I say, my words not as shaky as they should be. “I’myours to use as you want.”
Something flickers in her gaze, and it almost looks like the look Gage gets when he’s on a mission.
Auryn presses her lips against mine before sliding down to take my briefs off. My cock springs free, and I watch as she grabs my dick, as she strokes it. Sucks on the head. It feels good. I don’t hate it. My body responds of its own accord, and I arch my back, my fingers digging into the sheets. And then I get an idea.
“T-turn around.” I say.
She pops off of me and looks at me in question.
I clear my throat, nervous as hell because what I’m about to say I know is going to be hard. I’ve had sex once. With Auryn. I’ve never dated anyone, and I’ve certainly never said dirty things to anyone, even as flirtation. But I’ve read a lot of articles on breeding and mating rituals, and I know how I feel when Auryn tells me what to do, so…
I clear my throat and decide to just go for it. Channel my best alpha impression because my beta is nervous as hell right now.
“Turn around and give me that pretty omega pussy.” I clear my throat again and add a “please,” because it’s just good manners.
Auryn’s pupils dilate, and she growls. The sound is a rumble, not a purr. A deep, commanding growl. She spins around andshovesher pussy right in my face like an order.
I completely disconnect from what’s happening below my waist. The wet slurping sounds of her working my cock fill the air, but all I can focus on is that spot I’d touched the other day. The one that made her so wet she was able to dislodge from Gage. I slide my fingers along her soaked seam until I find it, and she grinds against me. Curiously, I watch, noting how pink and shiny her folds are, and curiosity strikes my brain. I flick my tongue out, just for a taste. For science. She groans around my dick when I do it, so I take it to mean that it feels good. The taste of her juices on my tongue is…
Sweet.
Like cinnamon, because, of course, her pussy tastes like cinnamon. Her mouth does too, when I kiss her.
I continue to massage and stroke that space beneath her clit, noting as I do so, the tiny bead there starts to swell. I flick my tongue out again, sucking on it just a little bit and she nearly flies off of me with a yelp.
“Oh fuck,” she says, backing herself against me until my head hits the back of her headboard. The motion makes me jolt. Auryn forces her pussy against my mouth until there’s nowhere else I can go. I focus on tracing my tongue through her folds, around her clit and inside of her entrance, and seconds later, I feel her convulsing around my tongue. I have the faintest notion that something is happening with my dick, because I feel hard as hell, but it’s like white noise. Coming isn’t something I care about right now.
If I do, fine. But my focus is Auryn.
I want to comfort her. Satisfy her. That’s what makes me happiest. Knowing she’s content.
I hold her in place as she squirms, hot, sweet cinnamon liquid sliding across my tongue, down my throat.
“Christ, Olly,” she breathes. “I don’t know if I can—” A second later I hear her growl, and that liquid coats my tongue again. I like how it tastes, so I keep going until Auryn is mewling for me to stop.
When I let her go, I think I come too, but I can’t be sure because the wave of exhaustion hits me.
Auryn rolls off of me into her pillows, groaning and purring like a damn cat.
“Better?” I ask vulnerably.
I lick my lips. The sweet taste of cinnamon clings to them, and I savor it.
