Cobb turned to fully face me before gripping the hem of his shirt and tugging it over his head, letting it drop to the floor. Cobb, though the slenderest of the three men in the apartment, had the most defined muscles on his chest. Wiry muscles that looked like they would be rock solid to the touch gave way to abs that I wanted to lick. Finally, I could see the V of muscle that tapered off into his low-slung sweatpants. My eyes traced each and every plane of the part of his body that I could see, stuttering for a moment on the trail of dark hair that led from his belly button, down into parts of him that I had yet to see.
“I’m sure.” His voice was low and gravelly now, not quite an alpha’s growl, but it still sent goosebumps shivering across my skin. “But I should warn you: I haven’t been with a woman since college...so I don’t know how great I’m going to be at this.” There was a hint of vulnerability and self consciousness in his voice and it made my heart squeeze with affection for the beta in front of me.
“That doesn’t matter to me at all,” I assured him, in fact it made me feel kind of special in a way. I gripped the hem of my own t-shirt and hiked it over my head. My bra came off next and joined the steadily growing pile of clothes on the floor. Our bottoms came off at the same time and, suddenly, we stood naked in front of each other for the first time ever. Our eyes began to peruse one another—as if trying to commit the sight of each other’s bare bodies to memory.
Cobb’s narrow hips tapered off into powerful thighs and calves, the dark trail of hair that my eyes were drawn to before ended in a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. His cock was long, smooth, and was already half-erect. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but kept my hands to myself, almost afraid that if I reached out to try and touch him, that he would disappear into thin air. All of this was too good to be true, and, for a second, I was worried that I was dreaming.
Cobb, for his part, was staring up and down my body, his dark eyes tracing the curve of my hips and breasts. Judging by the heat in his eyes, I could tell that he was feeling the same way that I was, and I already knew what his words would be before he even spoke them. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He murmured, his eyes darkening with a lust that made my insides squirm.
Turning to the shower, Cobb twisted the handles to turn the shower and it turned on with a hiss. The entire top of the shower was one large rainfall showerhead and soon enough the bathroom filled with steam from the heat of the water. I put my hand under the water to feel the temperature and found it to be just hot enough to smart the skin, but not so hot that we would boil alive upon entry into the water.
Cobb held his hand out to me, “You ready?”
I didn’t even have to think about it, I already knew the answer as easily as I knew my own name. I wanted Cobb just as much as I wanted the rest of Pack Simmons, he’d been my constant companion over the past few weeks and had almost single handedly kept me from going insane.
I entwined my fingers with him, and together we stepped under the hot spray of water, letting it rinse away the flour that still clung to our skin. Water pounded into my head and shoulders, kneading at the tension that always seemed to gather there. Cobb’s long-fingered hands began to explore my body, starting at my shoulders and working their way down my back and ass.
“Your skin is so soft.” The beta marveled as he cupped my ass in both of his hands and squeezed, pulling me in so close that his cock was sandwiched between our wet bodies.
Sliding my hands up his wet chest and wrapping my arms around his neck, I captured his mouth with mine again and nipped on his lower lip hard enough to make Cobb gasp. I wanted him to be rougher with me, to throw me up against the wall and shove his cock so deep inside of me that I didn’t know where he began and I ended.
“You can bite me back, I don’t mind.” I murmured against his mouth, and was pleased when he gripped my hair tightly and tipped my face up so that he could deepen the kiss.
Cobb’s free hand lifted one of my heavy breasts in his palm and he broke away from the kiss to say, “your nipples, they match your lips.” He sounded surprised as he stared down at the sensitive buds of flesh that tightened and hardened under his stare. He released my hair and used his fingers to roll the tip of one of my nipples in between his pointer finger and thumb, which drew a moan from my lips. The fingers of Cobb’s free hand trailed between the valley of my breasts, and I mimicked the movement with my own hand. I slid my pointer finger in between his pecs and down his rigid stomach until I brushed the head of his cock and his fingers reached the juncture between my thighs. We both paused, finally at the point where our exploration of each other’s bodies turned into something more. It was a bit like a game of sexy chicken, and we both waited to see who would finally make the first move. I looked up to meet his eyes and could see the clear challenge in their dark depths.
I didn’t mind going first. I wasn’t a shy omega and, let’s be honest, I wasn’t one to back down easily from a challenge.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, surprised at how soft the skin was there, and gave him a teasing pump with my hand before releasing it and skimming my fingers along the top ridge of his erection. I stroked him from root to tip, my fingers just barely touching him until I reached the bulbous head of his cock where I found that he was already starting to drip with pre-cum.
“Did I pass your inspection?” Cobb teased as his fingers plunged inside without any preamble, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing past my clit. My moan was instant as he explored my pussy with his fingers, his fingers finding my entrance easily.
“Yes!” I gasped, gripping onto his wrist as my insides quivered around the sudden intrusion.
“You’re so wet.” Cobb’s voice held surprise and a bit of wonder as he circles his fingers around in my wetness, and I continued to slowly pump his cock in long strokes. “Are you always this wet?” He asked.
“One of the benefits of being an omega. We sort-of make our own lubricant.” My legs wobbled as he brushed past my clit with his thumb, “Please circle my clit more, it feels really good.” I told him and he complied, his thumb grinding more roughly into the sensitive bundle of nerves and my legs began to quake and tremble and I leaned into Cobb for support.
We stood under the hot water for a few moments, just touching one another and kissing until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Releasing his cock, I turned and placed my hands on the slick shower wall before looking at him over my shoulder. “No more playing, I need you inside of me. Cobb, please.” I practically demanded it, wagging my ass at him as if I could entice him with the image.
I didn’t have to ask twice, Cobb notched the head of his cock at my sopping wet entrance and applied a light pressure.
“Ready, babygirl?” He asked, running a hand down my spine to the top of my ass and my skin prickled in its wake.
“Fuck yes, I’m so ready.” I flattened my hands, and braced myself for the slow stretch that was about to ensue...but I very quickly learned that Cobb didn’t do anything slow. The head of his cock slid just inside, and instead of inching in bit by bit, he jerked his hips and buried himself in one, quick, motion. We both moaned, and my fingers scraped the wall of the shower as I adjusted to his girth. With alphas, I usually never felt the full length of their cock until they worked their knot inside of me, and by then, I was usually too far gone in my own orgasm to notice.
Cobb’s cock was long and thick and stretched my insides with the slightest burn. His hips smacked against my backside as he held himself there. “Sorry, too much?” He asked from behind me breathlessly.
“Absolutely not. You can be as rough with me as you like, Cobb. In fact, you can be even rougher than this.” I braced myself more firmly as he pulled out of me, and I realized that the head of his cock curved upwards when it dragged along a spot inside of me that nearly made my knees buckle underneath me.
“Your wish is my command.” Cobb’s hands gripped my hips on either side and his fingers dug into the thick flesh there. His hips snapped forward with a loud slap that was followed by a moan from the both of us. The rhythm that Cobb set was rough, punishing, and soon the only sounds in the bathroom other than the hiss of the shower were the slapping of his hips meeting the flesh of my asscheeks and the occasional moan.
“I’m sorry, babygirl, with the way you’re gripping me, I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Cobb’s fingers dug into my hips almost painfully as he slammed inside of me again, the head of his cock hitting my insides like a battering ram.
I didn’t mind that this would be a quick meeting of bodies, it had been everything that I wanted and more.
“Don’t worry about me,” I had to moan into my shoulder as the head of his cock scraped against another incredibly sensitive spot in my pussy.
Cobb growled in a very alpha-like way, and suddenly he was pressing my entire body up against the shower wall, changing the angle of his thrusting in the process. “There is no fucking way that I’m going to cum on my own.”
