"Marcus," I tried, hoping to wake him up.
I bent down, my face burrowing into his neck. He smelled divine. I could hardly stand it. My body ground down against him, not following my commands anymore.
His hands came around my waist, and I jumped, not expecting the movement. I pulled up and looked down at him. He was half lidded, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged.
"Omega," he murmured. His hands pulled me down harder against him. The friction had my cock leaking already.
It was obvious he wasn't in his right mind, but I didn't think I was either. "Can I touch you?" I asked.
"Touch," he said.
I let my hands press up his bare torso, taking in the feel of his stomach. It was hard, but there was a slight layer of squish over it. He was so big that my two hands didn't even cover his full torso. I thought about letting my hands wander, feeling over every part of him, but it was obvious we were both too desperate for all of that.
Instead, I reached for his pants, pulling them down far enough for his hard cock to jut out. Just like the rest of him, he was huge. The tip was leaking a lot already, precum covering his entire length. His scent was stronger here, and I craved a taste.
I turned myself around fully, licking up the length and then around the tip. A moan drew from me at the flavor. Slightly musky, but still had that sweet saltiness that came from his every pore.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him, making me gasp at the sudden motion. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he sat up slightly and licked his tongue over my hole. A moan fell from my lips, vibrating around his length.
"Fuck, just like that," he moaned.
His hand came down and pushed my head down, hands pulling hard on my hair. He'd taken control, and I was just along for the ride.
"Swallow," he grumbled out.
I did my best to swallow around his cock shoved down my throat, tightening around it. He never stopped eating me, tongue lapping at me the whole time. Every word he spoke vibrated in the most delicious way.
"Good."
My entire body warmed. He complimented me so rarely that when he did, it felt extra special. He pulled up, and I was sure to suck as he did, taking the second to breathe before I was forced back down.
We continued like that for a while, eventually he pushed me so far down I was almost to his knot. Tears streamed down my face, and saliva poured from the corners of my mouth. I felt thoroughly used, like I was just an object fitted for his pleasure, and part of me loved it.
His cock began to pulse as he got closer to finishing. It only took a few more thrusts before he was holding me down and releasing into my throat. Swallowing felt almost impossible at that point. The edges of my vision began to black out before Marcus pulled out just before I thought I might pass out, filling my mouth with cum and finally letting the last few ropes of it land across my face.
He was still flopped backwards, breathing heavily. Did he fall back asleep? I wasn't sure, but his cock was still hard and red-looking.
I sat up and turned, pulling my sleep shorts down and away. I used my hand to wipe away the cum on my face, and spit what was in my mouth into my hand, using it all to lube up my hole. I was already dripping in slick and his saliva, but I knew I would need more to take him. Using my fingers, I began to stretchmyself out. His pheromones had already made me loosen up and soften.
I lay down against his thigh, my ass up in the air. It was a bit strange prepping myself, but I didn't mind. I managed another two fingers before I felt ready. He was going to be a stretch to fit no matter what, so as long as I was sure I wouldn't get hurt, I didn't care.
It took a moment of adjusting, but I managed to position myself above him and get lined up. I felt empty inside, needing something, now. Slowly, I began sinking against his hard length. Only the tip was in, but I already felt so full. Once I was in far enough that I didn't need to hold him, I let both of my hands rest on his chest, falling back slowly.
I was pretty sure Marcus had fallen back to sleep, but his hands gripped my waist hard and pulled me down on top of him all the way. My head flew back towards the ceiling, eyes widening as it felt like I was being torn apart.
"Fuck, Marcus," I moaned loudly.
When I glanced down at him, his eyes were still heavily lidded with sleep. I fell against him, trying to allow myself to adjust to him. Thankfully, he didn't try to move right away, but after a bit, his impatience turned into slight thrusts.
And I couldn't deny, even though it felt like a lot, I craved to continue as well. I lifted off of him to the tip before slowly sinking back down. Heavy breathing and the press of our bodies were the only things in the room. I was pretty sure everyone in the house was asleep, unaware of Marcus's rut or my taking care of it.
He grumbled, and I wasn't sure what he said. I kept the pace slow and even. He hit that perfect spot inside every time just because of how big he was.
"More," he finally spat out coherently. Before I knew what was happening, I was being flipped over and placed on my hands and knees.
Marcus sank into me quickly, not even taking a moment before fucking me hard. I tried to hold myself up, but could hardly manage it, dropping to my elbows.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned. "Harder."
