Imagining Sage spread out before me right now, my tongue lapping up her sweet slick while Vee pounds into me from behind, has me spurting hard. Ropes of sticky cum shoot from my cock to streak across the sheets as I groan and press back into Vee’s thrusts.
“That’s my naughty boy,” Vee’s satisfied voice only spurs me on as she gentles her thrusts, pulling shivering aftershocks and one last burst of cum from my body.
We lay tangled in the sheets after Vee helps me clean up, and I sink into her warm, secure hold. My mind and body have settled, and I can realize now how over the top needy I was being.
“Sorry for kind of freaking out earlier,” I say, glancing up at Vee from where my head rests on her shoulder.
She strokes her hand up and down my arm. “You have nothing to apologize for, Riley. I’m glad you connected with both of them.”
“I think I was overwhelmed. Excited to have scent-matched them but also…”
“What, love?” Vee smoothes a hand down my side, a comforting caress.
“I don’t know. Worried? Nervous? Scared? I don’t know.” I slouch further into her and bury my face in her neck.
She hums in agreement, but thankfully doesn’t press for more. That was enough insight for now, I’d like to continue the avoidance game, thank you very much. I nuzzle into her, reaching up with one hand to palm her plump breast, and then brushing my fingers over her dark nipple.
“Can I make you feel good, now?” I ask. “Do we have time?”
Vee hums, tipping her head back on her pillow. “Dave is in today. I told him to keep an eye on things until I got back.”
“Sooooo, that’s a yes?”
I pluck at her dusky brown nipple, then twist it into a stiff point. Her hand lowers to squeeze my ass, and I raise myself up onto one elbow to look at her.
“Ask for what you want, Riley,” Vee says, her eyes half-lidded.
“Can I lick your pussy, alpha?”
“You may.”
I lean down, sucking her nipple between my lips and laving it with my tongue as my fingers slide down her stomach to delve into the curls between her legs. She’s soaked, and I groan against her breast.
“So wet for me, alpha,” I murmur, lips moving around her nipple as I tighten my teeth and tug on it.
“How could I not be, after your tight little ass took me so well?”
Fuck. Now I’m turned on again.
She chuckles when she feels my cock stiffen to half-mast between us, but I slide down her body before she can concoct some new way of torturing me. I slip my arms under and around her legs, then nip at her inner thigh.
Vee’s hand spears into my hair and she wrenches my head up. I grin, knowing I’m pushing it, and she pretends to glare down at me.
“Keep pushing, Sour Patch,” she threatens. “See what happens.”
An invisible shiver runs down my spine every time she calls me that. I love it, love being so seen by her and bringing out her playful, dominant nature. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out flat, ready and waiting for her to use it. She softens, nodding in approval, and then uses the hand in my hair to guide me to her center. Instead of letting go, though, she holds me steady with my tongue and mouth pressed tightly to her.
“Pinch me if you need to stop,” she demands.
I nod, and then she’s grinding into me. Using my tongue and lips and nose and chin, she buries my face in her pussy. I groan into her folds, and she lets out a soft moan at the vibration.
“Do that again,” she says, and I hum, sending more vibrations through my lips and tongue.
She arches on the mattress, and I readjust slightly so I canshove two fingers deep into her, curling them against her inner walls. She clenches around them, and I hum again as she grinds down on my tongue.
“Suck,” she says, voice breathy, and I immediately comply.
I close my lips around her clit and suck like I’m trying to drink up her soul.
