Slowly, he drags his head left and right.
"I don't umm… I don't want to get pregnant. Now, or… not yet. Jesus," I rasp, pulling my hand away and dropping my forehead to my hand. Grayson kneels down in front of me, pulling my hands into his.
"You have an IUD, right?"
"How do you know that?"
He shrugs. Fucking Doc.
Instead of getting mad, I sigh. "Yes."
"Then you won't get pregnant."
"Human birth control methods work against—"
"Only the IUD. Pills won't do shit."
Huh. Well… in that case. I look down, trying to avoid the appendage between us, suddenly feeling very awkward. Unsure of myself or what to do next.
Grayson slides his hand under my chin. I think this gentleness is actually making things worse. But then his fingers curl and grip, forcing me to look directly into his eyes.
"I'm gonna show you what a knot feels like. Nod if you understand."
I swallow. Then nod.
He grins, teeth flashing. And then he stands, pulling me with him, lifts me up and practically tosses me onto the bed, wasting no time stripping me down. Sleep shorts first, then my tank top. I'm not wearing a bra, and when he nudges my knees apart with his, I expect him to take hold of himself and push inside me, but he lowers his mouth and sucks my nipple between his lips.
I arch when he sucks hard enough to make me gasp. The noise that tears from my throat is undignified, but I don't care. He growls, lips bruising as he works his way down my body.
"You taste sofuckinggood," he growls. He peels my underwear off with one hand, tossing them aside, then pauses, settling between my thighs. My spread knees make me feel even more empty, and I find myself twisting and arching, reaching for him.
But his knees keep me from moving, and he takes his time, leaning in again, sucking on my tits.
"Grayson—" My voice is high, breathless. "Please—"
He doesn't let up, and the pressure builds until I'm shaking, gripping his hair, pulling him closer. When he pulls away, his gaze is fixed on me. Self-consciously, I try to close my legs, but he makes a tsk sound.
He slips two fingers in first, stretching me, working me open. His tongue follows, and everything narrows to the hot, wet pressure of his mouth and the relentless, patient opening of his fingers. Slick runs down my thighs, making wet sounds as he laps me up. When his other fingers slide higher, brushing against my clit, I nearly spring off the bed.
And then I do it: I grip his long hair and ride against his face. I can feel him chuckle, but I'm beyond caring. His fingers twist and work themselves inside me, and I'm devolving into a primal animal, chasing pleasure, not caring how I sound or look. I use his face how I want, and he complies every step.
He presses his tongue flat against my clit, then sucks hard enough that I yelp. He doesn't let up, and the pressure builds until I'm shaking, gripping his hair, pulling him closer, shoving him up, then down, back and forth.
He groans into me, the vibration sending sparks through my core. My orgasm is sudden, violent—a wave crashing through me, leaving me gasping. He doesn't stop. Not even when my knees clamp around his head. He holds me there, tongue relentless, licking me through the aftershocks until I'm limp and boneless.
When he finally pulls back, his mouth is slick and shiny, eyes wild. "You taste like honey," he says, voice hoarse.
He doesn't give me time to recover. I brace myself, grabbing fistfuls of his hair again as he lines himself up. The first push, just the tip, is already too much.
He drops his forehead to mine.
"Do it," I choke out. He shakes his head slowly.
He pushes in a little further. It's… a lot. It burns as he works his massive cock inside me. He pulls back, then reclaims his progress, pushing in again.
"Jesusfuck," he rasps.
Then, in a little more. He doesn't fit. He has to keep pulling out then trying again. But each time he pushes in, he makes it a little further. My omega is begging for it, but it stings. He's so big. Too big.
