Page 10 of Trick or Heat

She looks up at me, insecurity flashing in her features. “I was just saying, because we’re friends, if this would be too awkward for you, or if you don’t want to touch me…”

“I want to touch you,” I say, but she keeps talking.

“Or if this is too much for us or our friendship, I would understand if you wanted to be anywhere else but here, doing this…”

“Elsie,” I say sternly, locking eyes with her. “I want this. I want to help you. I would do this for you every day, every hour, every minute if you wanted me to. I promise you that if I wanted to be anywhere else, I would be.”

Her brows scrunch, the pain obviously still present despite her attempt to let me out of my imagined shackles. I am not tied here or doing this against my will. I want this, I’ve always wanted this, and when she finally lets her thighs fall open, my mouth gapes.

Her white panties are soaked through, sitting prettily against her wet pussy. I swallow down a groan, my finger sliding further up her leg until it’s touching the lining, playing with it teasingly. She grunts, both in frustration and amusement.

“Casey,” she hisses.

“I’ve got you,” I say, my lips curving. I don’t waste another moment, the pain in her scent more evident by the second. I pull off her panties and throw them to the side. I get down on my knees, thanking the universe that her bed is close enough to the ground to do so.

She yelps in pain, her forehead shining once more. “It’s… gosh, it’s fucking horrible,” she says. “Why the fuck do we have to deal with this?”

“It’s the worst, but trust me. It’ll feel so much better in a second.” I close the space between us, wrapping my arms around her legs and placing her thighs on my shoulders. She gasps in surprise, her scent rushing out of her.

“I don’t see how it can feel better at all⁠—”

I move my tongue over her in tiny circles, cutting her off mid-sentence as she moans. The sound is glorious, one that I want to hear over and over again, but I guess I’ll just have to settle for right now.

I plan to commit as many sounds to memory as I can.

Her fingers lace into my hair, her head flying back as my tongue moves over her. I can feel her pulsing underneath me, her slick already sticking to her folds and thighs. It’s the headiest thing I’ve ever tasted, my body lit on fire from the glorious candy-apple taste.

I place two of my fingers at her entrance and slide them in easily. She groans at the sensation, pulsating around me. She’s so warm and soft that I forget how to breathe. I pump them in and out of her, setting a decent pace that has her reacting with the most beautiful sounds. I don’t think my dick can get any harder in these stupid cargo pants, but it does just that when her thighs tighten around me.

I always knew it would be like this between us. Despite never having done this before, it’s just another thing that comes naturally to us, falling into each other with trust and care, letting our vulnerabilities free for the other to see.

“Casey… Casey,” she huffs out, her body growing taut. “Oh my god, please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I never had any intention as I keep my pace, my fingers hitting the same spot over and over. She tightens around me after a few more flicks of my tongue, her fingers pulling my hair in the most deliciously painful way.

She screams, bursting onto my tongue as she comes. I quicken my pace the tiniest bit, working her through her orgasm as she holds me close and her body bends in half over my head. A moan escapes me at the taste of her, sending vibrations into her core that make her squeal. The sound hits me in the chest, my mind realizing where I am and who I am doing this with.

My best friend. My other half. Another omega.

I pull my fingers out and inconspicuously lick up every drop I can before I look up at her. She’s already staring at me, her eyes soft and kind. Her breathing is heavy as she comes down, her hand sitting idle on her chest.

“Well,” she says. “I definitely feel better.”

I chuckle as I stand up, my knees only slightly sore since they’re used to the maneuver. I move to step out the door, but El’s hand grabs mine before I can take a step. I look back at her and her forehead is scrunched in distress.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask.

“I… I don’t know,” she answers, almost out of breath. “Where are you going?”

My heart swells and I lean down to kiss her forehead. It still feels warm under my touch, but not nearly as scorching as it was at the party. “I’m going to get you some water. You need to stay hydrated.”

She takes in my words. “Okay… but please be quick.”

I know just how vulnerable a heat spike can make someone feel, having had many myself. It’s not quite as freeing as going into a heat because you’re still aware, not completely dissociated from the experience. Your body is in control, but you’re aware of it. I put my hand on top of hers and swipe my thumb over her heated skin.

“I promise I’ll be right back.”

She nods, finally letting me go and rolling onto her side. The peekaboo of her ass causes me to gulp, and I quickly make my way to the kitchen to get my bearings.