She yelps and jumps back, staring at me with wide eyes.
“But, you did the mouth thing and…”
The mouth thing? How innocent is this omega?
“The other mouth thing?”
“Yes!” she snaps.
“I know. Sadly, I think my dick is broken. I’ve never had anything happen like this.”
Seeing her confusion and disgust but intrigue has the wildness in me rising to the surface. I just want to play with her a little bit.
“It’s never happened before?”
“I mean, of course, I’ve gotten…you know, bigger, but it’s always gone away, but right now, it’s so sore,” I whine out the last bit, trying not to laugh.
She stares at me.
I get the most evil and best idea ever.
“Would you take a look at it, make sure I haven’t been bitten or something?”
She blinks. “Really?”
“Seriously, I would feel so much better if you just had a look.”
“Okay?” She doesn’t sound certain, and suddenly, I’m staring down at her crouched on the ground in front of me, her mouth level with my aching cock, and looking up at me all innocent and unsure.
I unzip my pants. There’s a voice inside my head screaming caution, warning me to stop, but I can’t.
The smell of cookies is in the air, and I am an alpha possessed.
Her eyes widen slightly when I pull my soaked cock out. She inhales deeply and chokes, her pupils blowing out, and her nostrils flaring.
“You smell like a creek from the mountains, fresh, crisp, earthy,” she murmurs, leaning forward, her eyes closing, and she inhales. I think I hear a hint of a whine.
Seeing her so infatuated with my scent is hot as fuck. Yeah, I’m doing this.
“See, it’s hard again. It just aches,” I say huskily, looking down at her through my lashes. I stroke it and moan, long and low. “It hurts so good.”
“I can’t see any bites,” she says, and is her voice husky, too?
Should I? Oh, yeah, I absolutely should.
“Maybe you could just feel it, you know, to make sure?”
I am pushing my luck here, but it’s too good an opportunity to pass up.
She presses her lips together, and I squeeze the base of my shaft so I don’t come just from the fantasy of her mouth on my cock.
“You want me to touch you? Like put hands on you?”
She’s so nervous and unsure. I almost feel bad.
“Yes, please, I’ve never felt like this. I just want it to stop.”
She licks her lips, and I moan again and lean towards her. The red tip of my cock is maybe a hand span from her mouth. One thrust, and I could impale myself in heaven.
