Damn it. I bite my lip. What am I doing? I should stoprightnow.
The air around us is practically boiling. Even with my beta hearing, I can catch soft sighs and wet sounds coming from other enclosures. Other couples are having sex. I can only imagine what Eliano must be hearing and smelling as an alpha. His senses must be overwhelmed several times over.
With a desperate movement, I undo his fly and soon free his cock.
Fuck me, this is exactly what I was afraid of. It’s fucking massive! Hard to judge from this angle, but somewhere between nine and ten girthy inches. Hot, meaty, and heavy in my hand. When I wrap my fingers around it, I feel prominent veins and a broad head set on a powerful shaft.
Eliano does the same, pulling my cock free. I have always been satisfied with my size, but next to his, mine is clearly dwarfed.
We both start moving our hands up and down, unhurriedly. I close my eyes. The sensation is surprisingly good, though not quite as good as when he went down on me, but I am not about to complain.
I hear his breathing, feel the heat of his body like a searing bonfire. A completely irrational thought crosses my mind. I want to feel his weight on me, his massive body pressing down, squeezing me until it’s hard to breathe. One of my arms is pinned beneath me as I lie on my side, which is a pity, because I want to run my fingers over those rock-hard muscles, over his overheated skin. Why is he so much hotter to touch than I am?
Slowly, Eliano lowers his head and brings his face closer to my gland.
He always seems to end up there, as if drawn to it. My glands are inactive, like all betas’, so why?
But still, playing on instinct, I tilt my head back and to the side as far as I can, giving him full access, and the entire time we, of course, do not stop jerking each other off.
He starts snuffling at my neck, the sound of it so close to my ear strangely erotic and exciting. Then he mouths my gland softly and presses his lips to my skin. Wow, unexpectedly nice feeling!
For a few seconds, I bask in the sensation of his warm breath there, and soon Eliano begins to suck at it gently. Oh my… it’s so perfect that I start to shiver. Fuck, it feels too good to be real.
However, he does not stop there. He nibbles at it, even bites lightly, and small pins of intense pleasure ripple through my nervous system.
Why is this so insanely good? I let out a few breathless, shameless sounds that slip from my lungs without control.
Finally, I free the hand pinned beneath my side so I can press my fingers against the hard planes of his body, and the touch, the feeling of him, Eliano, vibrating with intense life, pushes me to the edge. I reach my breaking point. Too much, too good. With a groan, I come between his fingers.
Moments later, he does the same. We climax almost in unison, my abdomen rippling, my empty hole clenching.
Fuck, so goooooood!
But Eliano doesn’t linger in any kind of afterglow. Practical as ever, he pulls tissues from his pocket and makes sure neither of us ends up with our stomachs sticky with cum.
We do not say a word. Damn.
My eyes half-lidded, I turn my attention back to the screen, staring blankly as I drift in the lingering haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
Soon, the movie reaches its finale. The invading prince marries his chosen beta, as he’s the brother of the former king, and together they rule a united kingdom.
Naturally, it is revealed that the previous king was a cruel ruler who exploited his people. The new ruler, together withhis beta husband, who soon becomes pregnant, introduces a far gentler reign.
The end credits roll.
All right.
Time to go.
Eliano and I are among the first to leave the hall. Some other couples are still occupied inside their enclosures, and no one rushes them, no one interrupts.
And then that damn silence persists as we head back home, as if nothing happened.
Apparently, Eliano has decided that if I do not want to talk, he will not push the issue. Is he still turning over the idea that I might try to run away? Has he decided thatinvestingin whatever this is between us is not worth it?
Good. And yet, part of me feels tempted to start some small talk, any conversation at all.
When I see him sit down with the laptop again and start typing, a strange pang of disappointment comes over me. Just fifteen minutes ago, his lips were on my burning skin, and now they’re pressed into a hard line, his gaze fixed firmly on the screen.
