This time I stay slow, deliberate, gripping him tight. If I go any faster, I’m going to lose it. And I don’t want this to be over yet.
“You’re so pretty like this,” I breathe over him, like a blessing.
His eyes roll back, his mouth parting as he moans for me.
My breath comes harder, faster. My heat coils.
“Don’t cum until I tell you,” I command.
He forces a deep breath, conflict written on his face. He wants to obey, but obeying gets him off. It’s the most delicious predicament.
He lets out a strangled whimper with the effort, and I can’t keep my hips slow anymore.
“Mor, I’m losing it—I can’t—I’m c—”
The climax hits me even harder than the one in the shower, and I let out a low groan, leaning over him, my hair falling to frame his face.
“Cum for me, baby,” I breathe, urgent.
He falls apart. The sensation of his cock pulsing drives me crazy, and I squeeze harder, pulling more and more from him.
“Give me everything, baby,” I whisper against his ear.
His whimpering gasp is the sweetest sound. His cockthrobs, orgasm redoubling.
I nuzzle against his neck, and despite the leather in the way, his scent of vanilla laced with cloves and allspice calms me enough that I can resist the urge to clamp around him, offering a moment of mercy.
He catches his breath as his spasming slows, exhale becoming a low groan.
“Holy shit, Mor… That was…”
My chuckle thrums in my throat. “Oh, do you think you’re done?”
“Wh… what?”
I rub my cheek against his, that incomparable softness giving rise to contentment. I ache to nestle my cheek against the bare skin at the base of his neck, but this is enough for now. As a shudder of pleasure rolls down my spine, I can’t help but clamp around him again.
Jamie’s choked moan heralds another climax as his back arches under me, cock pulsing against the squeeze of my inner muscles.
“Never been locked before?” I tease.
Jamie’s pupils nearly span his irises, eyes glassy and perfect. He struggles to parse my words, still shuddering with the tail end of his orgasm.
“Nn… No?”
I lift my hips to illustrate, moaning quietly at the delicious pull against my inner spot. Even without consciously clenching, my muscles hold him so tightly that he lifts from the bed instead of slipping out.
Jamie’s eyes widen, ribs shaking. “Fuck…”
I settle back down over him. “You have a cute little knot.”
“I have… what? Really?”
“Mhm… Just enough for me to grab onto…” I rub my face against his again. That urge must be unique to locking an omega.I’ve locked alphas before, as part of our dominance games, but it never felt this good, this soothing.
“I have… so many questions, but… oh,fuck, I’m going to cum again…”
I wrap my arms around Jamie as I squeeze again, milking another climax from him. He whimpers and shakes in my arms, and I offer soothing licks to his shoulder and cheek.
