13 knot my best
Gray naked is a work of goddamn art.
Not perfect, of course. No one is. But he’s art in that every little imperfection somehow contributes to making the whole picture more beautiful. I never thought I’d think of another man as beautiful—let alone the star of my dad’s fucking war stories—but I’m starting to come to terms with it.
Maybe. Or maybe that’s just my erection talking. I can figure it out later.
I’ve seen enough of Gray to know what he looks like—his size, his considerable muscle mass, and a level of body fat that tells me he lives like a human being, not a competitive bodybuilder.
His skin is just as tanned as his arms absolutely everywhere except his ass, where there’s a stark tan line over creamy butt cheeks in a way that should be silly but just makes his ass look even bigger and peachier.
There are dimples on his ass cheeks which is really doing it for me, also something I never thought about before.
It takes him less than a minute to strip and set his clothes to the side, before he’s standing a few feet away from me—too far—bare-ass naked and with his erection front and center.
And his cock… For the first few seconds, I couldn’t look directly at it, even though I’m the one who asked. But now my eyes are glued and I don’t think I can look away.
I’ve kind of seen it before. I’ve felt it. For fuck’s sake, I’ve had at least a portion of it literally inside me. But seeing it hard and unobstructed in the light of day is truly something else.
Big is an understatement. Alpha big is an understatement. This is inhuman, both in terms of thickness and length.
He’s stroking himself with a much firmer grip than he used on me, but still slowly, and his gaze hasn’t broken once from where it’s locked on my face.
I want to touch him. I try to stand up and reach for him, but I’m still a little cum-drunk and my body isn’t coordinating itself properly, so I slip and start to fall off the counter inelegantly.
Of course, Gray steps back in to catch me.
Of. Course.
This whole damsel-in-distress thing is getting old real fast, but that’s another thing I’ll care about more once the smell of his rigid cock isn’t my primary focus.
Gray furrows his brow at me in concern, but I get on my feet quickly, embarrassment dogging at my heels.
“I’m fine. I just want… you were too far.”
Gray fucking melts. It’s right there on his face, soppy as hell, and I am choosing not to process what that means right now.
I’m worried he’s going to push me away again, but instead he picks me up with just as much ease as before, carting me over to the living area, his abandoned hard-on tantalizingly close to me, jutting up right under my ass, probably bouncing a little as he walks.
God, I’m so far gone for this alpha, it’s not even funny. How is this my life now? A few weeks ago, I was normal. Maybe not that happy, but fucking normal. I’m not even into guys like that. Now nothing in my life makes sense.
Darkness begins to flicker at the edges of my mood, but I shove it away to focus on the task at hand. Finally getting my hands on the monster cock that has somehow taken over my life.
Gray sits down in the big armchair, somehow not losing his balance despite my weight in his arms, and just when I think he’s going to change his mind about fucking me, he slides me down his meaty leg until I’m deposited on the fucking floor.
I’m sitting at his feet—pants still around my thighs, slick everywhere, and my cock just as hard as when we started this.
Looking up at him he seems even bigger, and his erection is jutting up into the air like a skyscraper.
Gray looks down at me with a mixture of amusement, affection, and arousal, and it makes me feel… confused. Tight. Horny, but confused.
Then he strokes his cock again, and I stop caring about anything.
I’m panting. He’s jerking off in my face, and I’m panting. My hands rub up over the top of his thighs, clinging to the hard muscle there, and I finally get the chance to study every inch of the thing that’s been fucking with my head so much.
His skin is tight, and there’s a deep flush crawling over the last third, darkening at the head. I can see all the veins winding and climbing up his shaft, as well as the very slight curve that has it pointing proudly toward the ceiling.
At the base, I can see a little swelling where his knot is already pushing out at the skin, and his balls are nestled right beneath it, just as oversized as the rest of him and jiggling slightly with his movement.
The hair around his cock is dark and trimmed short, and I find myself desperate to know how strong his alpha scent is in the crease between his sac and his thigh. I want to bury my nose there and just exist.
Gray lets out a slightly ragged breath, and when I peer up at him, he’s watching me closely, still with that strange fondness written all over his face.
It makes me feel more exposed than just being naked does, but I ignore it.
Gray puts his free hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair in a way I want to hate but don’t, and then gradually tracing over the lines of my face with his fingertips.
When he softly touches my bottom lip, which I know is swollen and red from the kissing and even more plump than usual, I don’t hesitate to suck two of his fingers into my mouth and run my tongue between them.
Gray inhales sharply and freezes for a second, before he starts to fuck his fingers slowly in and out of my mouth. He tosses his head back in pleasure, letting his scent wrap around me, but continues to watch me through hooded lids as I suck his fingers like my life depends on it.
“God, Tanner. The things you fucking do to me,” he says, his voice hoarse.
He picks up the pace a little as he jerks himself, pulling his fingers out to smear my spit on his shaft before putting his hand back in my hair with a firmer grip this time.
I try to lean forward, tongue out, desperate to taste him, but he holds me still. I can feel the blush running up my neck, and I know he can see it. The way this is making me feel is fucking insane, and my cock twitches every time he pulls on my hair.
Gray raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, thankfully. I don’t have the capacity to discuss all the kinks he’s unlocking in me, one by one.
“Please,” I whisper, before letting my tongue slip out of my mouth again.
Gray takes a steadying breath before slowly, with a tight grip on my hair, bringing me towards his cock. He moves me until my nose is pressed against his shaft, right at the base, and then he relaxes his grip. Letting me take the reins.
I don’t hesitate. Okay, that’s a lie. I hesitate just a little, but it’s not because I don’t want it. It’s because how much I want it scares me.
When my tongue runs over where his knot is about to pop, it tastes like home.
I make a garbled, desperate noise and do it again, licking him everywhere I can reach and trying to get my mouth around the thickness of him. When I move down to suck one of his balls into my mouth, Gray curses in surprise and his grip tightens so much I worry he’s going to pull my hair out.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Tanner,” he gasps. “How are you… God, you… So fucking good for me.”
His hips buck as he babbles and knowing that I’m making him come apart like this is driving me fucking wild. I move my mouth back up to suck on his knot, and I feel the exact moment his cock flexes under me and he starts to come.
The cum moving up his length is so monumental I can feel it under my mouth.
Like a pulse. He’s cursing and praising me while he works himself with his hand somewhere above my head, but I’m focused on the feeling of his hard flesh filling my mouth.
I suck and suck, and his cock keeps bucking for me, wave upon wave of his release.
So much cum lands on my head and the side of my face, but I don’t care. It’s warm and smells more like him than any other part of him does. I close my eyes and keep sucking.
Without realizing, I’ve shuffled closer and closer, straddling his leg. And I’ve been rubbing my sad little erection against him this whole time. I feel overwhelmed with horniness, but without the desperation for release that I felt before, so I just let myself continue to suck and hump.
Again, the fact that most of my sex education comes from porn isn’t great, but I’m pretty sure I’m right about this: alpha orgasms will be a normal length of time, unless they knot their partner.
Then the omega will naturally squeeze and work their knot, while they both feed off each other’s scents and draw more and more cum out of the alpha.
It’s nature’s design for breeding. More alpha cum inside you, the better the chance for a pup, I’m sure.
But it seems like it can also be replicated by giving plenty of attention to a popped knot at the right time.
So as long as I continue to suck, Gray continues to cum, until he’s bone dry but continuing to shiver with the aftershocks.
When he finally stops, his entire body going slack with exhaustion, something in me clicks.
I’ve been rubbing up against him this whole time, but I hit some sort of point of no return, my movements becoming frantic until I finally—finally—come again, too.
This one takes my whole body. My stomach clenches, my cock pulses and I hang on to Gray with everything I’ve got, his knot still in my mouth. It feels like I pour my fucking soul out through my cock.
And when it’s done, I’m practically weightless, sitting in a pool of cum and slick, my clothes ruined, Gray’s spunk cooling on my face and the room silent except for both of us trying to catch our breath.
The desperation and need from before finally leaves me, and in its wake, I feel completely hollow. Hollow and empty.
A stray thought passes through my mind about how this would look if Dad came home right now, and there’s absolutely no warning before I start to cry.
Gray is sluggish from his orgasm, I’m sure, so it takes him a second to realize.
I really wish I could hide it, but this isn’t a few stray tears.
I am crying. Sobbing. I’m making choked sounds and trying to breathe through it, and it’s more humiliating than all the other things that have happened so far today combined.
“Oh no, sweetness, I’m so sorry,” he’s babbling, seeming a little panicked for once in his life.
He reaches for me. I think he’s trying to pull me into his lap or comfort me, but I don’t deserve it. I don’t want him to see me like this; let alone act like it’s not fucking humiliating.
I fall backwards, inelegantly crab-walking away from him so he can’t reach me. He starts to follow but then hesitates. I can see the conflict on his face. The alpha in him must be desperate to soothe me. Scent me. Hold me. But the man in him knows I don’t want him anywhere near me.
Which isn’t true. I want him near me all the fucking time, unfortunately. But not like this.
There is not one single coherent thought in my head.
I feel like fucking hormone soup, and the rollercoaster of the past few weeks all seems to build to a head while I try get myself under control and don’t really succeed.
I’m hyperventilating, my face covered in tears, shaking my head and muttering “no, no, no,” over and over.
Not no to Gray. Although he can’t tell that. I wanted Gray more than anything. Even now, I still fucking want him.
But no to this being my goddamn life, and the fact that I have absolutely no control of any of it.
He’s talking to me from far away, but I can’t really hear him. Until I hear the word “doctor”, which makes me lock in.
“What?” I gasp.
“Please let me take you to the doctor. This isn’t right. Those pills have fucked with you so much and I don’t think it’s going to fix itself. I’m sorry for pushing, but please let me get you help.”
Despite the crying, I still manage to roll my eyes. He didn’t push shit, but he’s still acting like he’s some kind of savage wolf who can barely restrain himself. I pushed that man for what I wanted harder than I’ve ever pushed anyone in my life, and I still got the bare minimum concession.
I want to tell him this isn’t about him, but I can’t. And the whole situation is making me angry now.
“I’m not going to the fucking doctor,” I manage to spit out.
Because I’d rather slit my wrists, quite frankly. One visit to Doc Watts was enough for a lifetime.
Gray opens his mouth to argue with me, and I just don’t have it in me anymore.
“Get out.”
He freezes, and I can see that big brain of his running all the calculations for how to respond, but I’m over it.
“Get out. Now. Get out get out get out get out.”
I manage to stand up and pull my clothes mostly back on as I say it. I’ll feel bad about this later, I’m sure. But right now, this is all I have to offer.
“Please,” I say, softer this time. “Just leave me alone.”
When Gray finally agrees, I don’t even try to pretend I’m disappointed. But as soon as he’s gone, it’s like there’s a hole in me, and I let myself cry a little more because nothing in my life is ever going to be normal again.