Chapter Eleven #2
There isn’t a moment of hesitation before Gayle is pushing his fingers into me, the sound wet and sloppy. My cheeks heat but the broken moan that Gayle makes forces my embarrassment away. He’s so into this, so into me.
I touch Gayle’s cock. His dick is so pretty, just like the rest of him.
Exploring, I run my fingers over the sheath just to hear him groan in pleasure, knowing it’s sensitive.
I wrap my hand around the base, squeezing where his knot will pop.
Then I dive down, licking over the head so I can taste his precum.
Gods, I’m already so worked up. Gayle’s fingers pump in and out of me, pressing deep and stretching me wide.
Gayle pulls me down lower and a moment later, I feel his tongue on my ass.
Oh gods. With him fingering me and eating my ass, my orgasm comes rushing towards me, pleasure making my entire body tense.
I reach a hand under myself, touching my dick.
It only takes a few swipes before I’m tensing up around Gayle’s fingers.
I come with a cry, my dick pulsing, my body shaking.
I rest my forehead against his thigh, trying to come down from my high.
“Okay, okay,” I tell him with a grumble, pulling my hips away from his face. “Stop. Need a second, babe.”
Gayle pulls his fingers out of me but his mouth doesn’t stop. Instead of eating my ass, he starts biting the backs of my thighs. He bites and nips and sucks. I know I’ll have giant bruises against my thighs. I won’t be able to sit without thinking about my alpha.
Fuck, why is that so hot?
I reach back, flicking the middle of Gayle’s forehead. That finally makes him stop but not without giving me a huff.
“You want me to ride you or not?”
“Yes, please,” he says, going back to the sweet alpha I know and love. I can’t help but smile as I flip around, straddling his lap.
I’m so wet that the inside of my thighs are soaked. I sit so that Gayle’s cock is pinned against his stomach. I grind against him just a few times, giving myself time to get over my orgasm and catch my breath. It feels good, just grinding against each other, my dick still fluttering with pleasure.
I run my fingers over his chest, caressing the black ink there. A set of wings, stretches across his scars. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.
“Rodney,” Gayle gasps out, staring up at me with wide eyes. His cheeks are bright red, his lips shiny with his own spit. Gods, he’s never been prettier.
“I’ve got you.”
His hand comes to my cock, rubbing his thumb over the little nub until it starts to fill with blood once more. I moan, tossing my head back as I swivel my hips front and back.
“Please. I need you. Please. Can I be inside you? Can I come inside you? Please?”
I nod my head before finally looking down. “Yeah. I don’t have the parts to have a baby anymore and I’m all tested and set. You’ve only been with Bruce?”
Gayle growls and the sound goes straight to my cock. It throbs under Gayle’s thumb. “Don’t say his name. I don’t want to hear anyone’s name but mine from your lips.”
“Shit,” I hiss out. “Fuck. I didn’t think you being possessive would be so hot.”
“Mine,” Gayle says before he’s flipping us over, pinning me to the bed. His mouth is wet and hot as he licks a strip from my throat, over my chin, and then over my lips. His tongue dives into my mouth and I close my eyes, allowing myself to be ravaged by my alpha.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out as Gayle’s cock pushes into me. He’s thick, stretching me just right. The suddenness of the intrusion leaves my head spinning.
Gayle freezes, staring down at me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m good. So fucking good, babe. You can fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me yours.”
My words seem to spark a fire inside Gayle.
He pins me to the bed, his mouth biting stinging marks into my clavicle as he fucks into me.
His teeth dig into me, forcing noises from my throat against my permission.
The sting adds to my pleasure. His thrusts are long and hard.
All I can do is hold on to his shoulders with all my might and enjoy how fucking good he’s making me feel.
“Oh gods,” I gasp out, each thrust hitting just right. My body is tensing all over again, pleasure washing over me as Gayle fucks me. “Fuck, Gayle. Just like that. Keep going. So fucking good.”
Gayle bites me again and again. Between marks, he murmurs random things and I’m not sure if he’s even meaning to say them but I hear them anyway.
He tells me how good I make him feel. He says it’s never felt like this before.
He tells me that I’m his and that he’ll take care of me. He whispers that he loves me.
“I’m close,” I tell him, digging my nails into the back of his shoulders, wanting to mark him in the same way he’s marking me. “So close, Gayle.”
Gayle makes a strangled noise, his hips picking up speed, slapping into me over and over.
A groan leaves my throat against my permission when I feel myself being stretched even further.
Fuck. He’s getting ready to knot me. I didn’t know it would feel like this.
I didn’t know it would feel so fucking good.
“I’m gonna come on your knot,” I tell him, my voice breaking. “Fuck, Gayle. Please. Knot me, alpha.”
Gayle makes a noise that’s something between a moan and a growl. The noise is sexy as fuck. I’m getting just enough pressure on my cock from his pelvis that when his knot fully expands, tying the two of us together, it’s enough to push me over the edge.
“Gayle,” I cry out, burying my face against his throat as I come, my body shaking around him. He swivels his hips just a few times before he’s coming as well. I can feel the warmth flood my insides and I throb around his knot, prolonging both of our pleasures.
“Rodney,” Gayle says in a broken voice. His face is plastered against the side of my face, breathing me in, nuzzling me. “Rodney.”
I wrap my arms around his back. “Hey, you’re okay.”
“I’m better than okay,” he says through a sob.
“It’s never been like that. Thank you. I’ve never been allowed to knot someone.
It feels so good. This is so special. I’m so thankful it was with you.
I love you,” he says between shaky breaths.
I can feel the wetness of his tears against my face and my heart somehow grows, finding even more room for love for Gayle.
“Flip over,” I murmur. The two of us carefully flip around so Gayle is on his back and I’m sitting on his knot.
“Rodney,” he says again, staring up at me with wide, watery eyes. Tears still fall down his cheeks and I carefully wipe them away.
“You were so good,” I tell him softly, rotating my hips. It tugs on Gayle’s knot but doesn’t dislodge him. His fat knot massages my insides just right and I bite my bottom lip. “My alpha.”
Gayle makes a broken noise, another round of tears running down the sides of his cheeks. His hands go to my hips, supporting me as I move. I pull my hips up, just enough to tug on his knot before sitting back down, keeping it snug inside me.
“Oh gods,” he gasps out, tossing his head back in pleasure.
“One more,” I tell him softly. “Give me one more, babe. You were so good to me. Such a good alpha. I’ll take your knot any time you want, sweetheart. It was made for me and me alone.”
I’m not usually so chatty during sex but seeing Gayle like this is making a new side of myself come forward.
I want him to experience everything. I want to give him everything.
He’s such a good alpha, such a good man.
He deserves the world, starting with making his firsting knotting the best experience possible.
“Rodney. Fuck. You look so good in my lap,” he breathes out and I shutter, his voice like hot water washing over me. “Ride my knot.”
I whimper as I swivel my hips, grinding it into myself. It’s hitting all the right places inside of me, making me feel stretched open wider than I thought possible. Gayle brings his hand to my cock, flicking his finger back and forth across it. I toss my head back, clenching around Gayle’s knot.
“Fuck,” I gasp out. “Fuck. Keep going. Yes!”
Gayle whimpers as I clench around him. More tears fall down his face, his mouth open in a silent cry. I feel him coming again, unloading more cum inside me. Fuck, I’m going to be so full. When he pulls out, I’m going to make such a wet mess.
The thought of covering both of us in a mixture of my slick and his cum makes me come for a third time. I cry out, pulsing around Gayle’s knot, adding to the wet mess happening between my thighs.
I let my body fall forward, my back having to arch a bit but I don’t care. I need to be close to Gayle. I wrap my arms around his back, shoving my face against his throat, holding him tight as he cries, letting it all out.
“That was so much better than I ever dreamed,” Gayle says softly, his voice sounding more like himself now that we’ve both finished.
“I’m glad,” I tell him seriously. “I’m glad we could experience this together.”
“Me too. You were incredible, Rodney. You took my knot so well.”
I groan, feeling myself clench around Gayle without thinking. “Stop that or I’ll never let your knot go down.”
“And that’s a bad thing, why?”
I chuckle, finally pulling back so I can look at Gayle. “We need to eat and drink eventually.”
“Fine,” he says with a sigh, the tiniest smile on his lips. He runs his fingers across my clavicle, looking at all the pretty bruises he left behind.
“You didn’t bite me,” I say softly.
“I was so caught up in the euphoria of being able to knot for the first time I forgot we lived in a world where I was allowed to bite you.”
I can’t help but chuckle, affection so bright it threatens to light up the entire room fills my chest. I lean down and kiss him.
“Next time,” I breathe against his lips, feeling him smile.
“Next time.”