Her pink hair falls across the bed like a halo, the pastel color a stark contrast against the deep red sheets. She’s sleeping peacefully, mouth open the slightest bit as tiny snores fall from her lips. If I wasn’t already pushing the boundaries by bringing her here, I might be tempted to take a video to play as I fall asleep during away games. Like a Posey sound machine.
My boxer briefs stay on out of respect but thetemptation of feeling my omegas bare skin against mine proves to be too much as I slip out of my tee and sweats, climbing into the bed with her and hauling her into my arms.
I fall asleep with Posey’s honeyed scent filling my lungs and the weight of my world in my arms, feeling completely whole for the first time in my life.
I wake up confused. It’s still dark outside and the clock on my bedside table reads 2 a.m., so we’ve only been asleep a few hours at most and I’m not sure what woke me. I start to sit up but then warm, wet heat surrounds my cock, making me choke out a gasp. “Holy fuck,” I moan, throwing my head back to the pillows behind me.
Well now I know what woke me.
When I toss back the blankets, I’m met with glittering blue eyes and a mass of chaotic pink waves cascading down my bare thighs. Posey pops off and looks up at me with a wicked grin, clearly proud of herself. “Look who finally woke up.” Her voice is a sexy, hoarse rasp that sends electricity zipping through my body.
My breathing is erratic, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as I try to catch my breath and make sense of this situation. “Posey?” My voice is embarrassingly croaky, but I can’t focus on that when my omega is treating my dick like a popsicle. “What are you doing?”
She giggles quietly, licking up the underside of my cock again. “Giving you your reward, obviously,” she whispers, much more cognizant than I seem to be at the moment. I bite down on my fist, determined to stay quiet in case this is a dream. The last thing I want is to wake up right now.
There’s a tingling at the base of my spine that tells me I’mclose and I open my mouth to warn Posey, but then she starts playing with my balls and I lose it, grunting into my fist as ropes of cum coat the back of her throat. She greedily swallows it all and keeps sucking, quickly pushing me into overstimulation territory. An image of Posey falling back to sleep still sucking on my cock flits behind my eyes, making my hips jerk. Is that a thing? There’s thousands of different kinks, right?
Might need to look that up later…
Reality is a slap to the face when Posey backs up with a pleased smile on her face. “I’m so sorry,” I mutter, mortified. “I didn’t… I should have warned you, or reciprocated,somethingother than just laid there.”
She laughs, crawling up my body to straddle my hips. My knot is throbbing with the vision of her slick-soaked pussy only a few inches away. Her small hands frame my face and she leans forward until all I can see are endless blue eyes. “McKenzie, breathe.”
I follow the instruction, gasping for air like I was the one with a dick down my throat. “First of all,” she kisses me, silencing my argument before it can come out. “The whole point was to see how far I could get when you were asleep. If anything, I owe you an apology for not getting clear consent first.”
I stop her with a hand on her neck and can’t resist a quick kiss. I release her just enough so I have room to speak. “This is me giving you blanket consent. Touch me anytime, anywhere. And know that if I truly don’t want it or need some space I will tell you.”
Her head dips in a slow nod, smile never wavering. “Noted. Anything else you need to get off your chest before round two?”
My eyes fly open, making her laugh. “Round two?”
“If you want it,” she shrugs.
A hot flush creeps up my neck, covering my cheeks. “I’m avirgin,” I blurt, then groan. “I didn’t mean to just blurt that out like that. My brain is still catching up to being awake and trying to sift through the mind-numbing orgasm.” I drag my hands through my hair with a sigh and then place them on my face, hiding like a toddler.
“McKenzie,” Posey coos, taking my hands in hers and moving them so she can see my eyes. Hers are full of nothing but understanding and adoration. “So was I until a week ago. There’s nothing wrong with waiting, regardless of the reason. If you’re telling me because you aren’t ready yet or you want it to be more special than this, I completely understand.”
God, this woman. Such a sweetheart even when I’m being a big chicken.
“I don’t want to wait, pretty girl. My first time will be special because it’s with you. I don’t need candles or flowers or a night in a fancy hotel. I just need you.” The words are quiet but may as well be a shotgun in the otherwise silent apartment, signaling the start of something incredible.
Our lips crash together, tongues dueling for space in each other’s mouths as we take our time exploring. Posey’s hips grind down over mine, pulling an honest to godwhimperfrom my throat. There’s a ringing in my ears that gets louder the longer I drown in honey coated apples, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Are you sure?” I ask breathlessly. I’ve waited twenty-two years already, but would continue to wait the rest of my life for this woman.
But I don’t have to, because she nods, stripping off the jersey and undershirt in one go, leaving her in only a tiny pink lace thong that I make a note to steal later.
“Fucking hell, gorgeous. Are you trying to kill me?” My hand clutches at my chest and the racing heart beneath. I’m certain the organ is about to beat right out of my ribcage, if it doesn’t give out entirely first. With the light of the moon behind her, highlighting her pink hair, she lookslike a sinful angel sent here from some all-powerful deity specifically to wreck me.
Her delicate shoulders shrug, drawing my attention to her chest. My hands move on instinct to cup her breasts, but I pause and wait for her nod before I touch. They’re on the smaller side, but still perfect handfuls tipped with rosy pink nipples and sporadic freckles that are practically begging to be kissed.
And so I do. Each and every freckle gets a kiss until Posey is giggling, tangling her fingers in my short hair and tugging until my lips meet hers. She kisses like she doesn’t know if we’ll ever get the chance again and it’s addictive in the best way. “Are you on birth control?” I ask timidly. As much as I love the idea of knocking my omega up, I know it isn’t the right time. She has four years left until graduation and we don’t know where the draft will send me yet. Having a baby needs to wait, no matter how much my alpha likes the idea of breeding Posey and tying her to us permanently.
“I have an implant. Got it just before I moved here. And I’m clean. The only other person I’ve been with is Parker.” She tilts her head, considering. “Well, and technically Pax. But that was oral. And I know things can be transmitted orally, but he said he was clean and I trust both of them so…”
“Breathe, baby.” I chuckle. “I trust you. We get checked before every season and you’re the only person I’ve done anything with, so I know I’m clean.”
Posey bites her bottom lip and nods shyly, rising up onto her knees and pushing her panties down. I help her as much as I can, but my trembling hands aren’t as efficient as her steady ones. It’s only a few seconds until my omega is naked on top of me, and her scent gets a hundred times stronger as soon as her panties are off. “Jesus, no wonder we could scent you through the vents. If this is your scent every day, during a heat it must be mind-bending.”
