Her small hands land on my chest without warning, palms flat, fingers splaying across my pecs. She traces downward deliberately, following the defined lines of my muscles, the ridges of my abs.
I lean back on my hands, bracing myself against the bench behind me, giving her complete and unrestricted access to explore. I want to see how far she’ll actually go before one of us breaks completely.
My money’s on her losing her nerve first.
Her fingers find the edge of the towel tucked around my waist. Without hesitation, without any teasing or drawn-out seduction, she simply tugs it free and peels it away completely, unveiling me.
My cock springs up immediately, thick and hard and massive, and she gasps audibly at the sight.
“Not what you expected?” I ask, my voice strained despite my best efforts to sound unaffected.
“Oh, I had some idea,” she breathes, staring openly with wide eyes. “But just… not quite this much of it.”
I laugh despite the intense tension thrumming through every nerve in my body. “Disappointed?”
“Fuck no. Intimidated maybe, but definitely not disappointed.”
Then, to my absolute shock, she plants both palms firmly on my thighs and lowers herself gracefully to her knees before me on that towel she so carefully set down.
Her face is right there now, eye level with my cock, and she’s looking up at me through her lashes with an expression that’s equal parts shy and daring and absolutely devastating.
I stare down at her, narrowing my eyes slightly, still half expecting her to laugh it off nervously and scramble away. To realize this is too much too fast.
“If you need me to grovel on my knees until you finally forgive me and learn to trust me again,” she says quietly, “then I guess I’ll be in this position for quite a while.”
Something about her tone strikes me deeply. She’s half serious, half playful, but there’s real vulnerability underneath. Real willingness to submit if that’s what it takes.
“Anita, I think?—”
Her hand wraps around my thick erection suddenly, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, and every word I was about to say dies instantly.
All coherent thought leaves my brain. There’s just pure sensation, and her small hand can’t wrap completely around my girth.
“I think,” she says, looking up at me with those hazel eyes that are absolutely going to be the death of me, “that you talk way too much, Slater. Let me show you how genuinely sorry I am. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
Then she takes me into her mouth.
Deep. So fucking deep I see stars.
I hiss sharply, my head falling back, my hands gripping the edge of the bench so hard the wood creaks ominously under the pressure.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. This isn’t fumbling inexperience. She’s using her tongue skillfully, her lips, creating the absolutely perfect amount of pressure and suction. Taking me deeper than I thought remotely possible, then pulling back slowly to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head.
I force myself not to touch her. Not to grab her hair roughly and take complete control the way every instinct is screaming at me to do. This is her showing me what she’s willing to do for us, her reclaiming power through willing submission.
And fuck, it’s easily the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
“That’s it, Omega,” I manage to growl out. “Show me how much you want this. Take me deeper. Show me that pretty throat can handle all of me.”
She moans around my cock, the vibration traveling through my entire body and nearly ending me right there.
“You’re absolutely perfect on your knees, that beautiful mouth wrapped around me, taking me so well. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this exact scenario, imagined you worshipping my cock while I tell you exactly what depraved things I’m going to do to your body later.”
She whimpers around me, taking me even deeper, and I groan roughly.
“I’m going to lay you out in our bed. All four of us surrounding you, caging you in. We’re going to take turns thoroughly exploring every single inch of your body. Finding every spot that makes you scream our names. The guys will hold you down while I slide into you so slowly you’ll be begging me to go faster, to fill you completely, to ruin you.”
Her hands grip my thighs harder, nails digging in slightly, leaving marks I’ll probably see tomorrow.
