25. Ember #2
Just like I’d thought, they were dexterous, the same skill that played over the piano keys finding my G-spot.
He flicked his tongue across my clit over and over while he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them and making me gasp.
Slow, steady circles built wave after wave until I came so hard stars burst into my vision.
I was soaked and trembling. Ben nuzzled my thigh, licking softly and crawling his way back up to my stomach, undoing his pants as he went.
His cock was massive, thick and long, with a red knot already swelling at the base. My pussy clenched at the idea of him inside me, fresh wetness pouring out of me.
“Oh, hell yes,” I said.
Ben chuckled, his hair messed up from me grabbing him. “Position change first.” He rolled me onto my stomach and slid his hands under my hips.
“Yes, alpha, take me,” I whimpered, lifting my ass into the air.
“Not yet, my darling,” he said, sounding strained. He shifted so he was behind me, and positioned me so we were both kneeling, my back pressed against his chest.
One hand moved to where my neck and shoulder met, and the other roamed my body. Smoothing over the curve of my hip, cupping my breast, my pussy.
I relaxed against him. It didn’t seem like a submissive position, but I knew that could be deceiving. Between his hand on my shoulder and his free hand, he could move me into whatever position he wanted.
I loved it. My pussy gushed wetness, and tension built, like my body ignored that I’d just had an orgasm.
He licked my neck. “You’re mine.”
I arched my hips, his cock hit my ass, and I whined. He was long and thick, and I would definitely feel the stretch.
If I had known he was fucking hung like a horse, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to resist jumping him before now.
Ben moved the head of his cock against my pussy and dragged himself up and down. It was exquisite torture. I tried to angle it so his rubbing would push inside me, but his arm wrapped around my upper body stopped me.
I whined. “You’re so mean. Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“With every fiber of my body,” Ben whispered in my ear. “You’re not ready yet.”
“I am so wet.” I wiggled again, trying to make him lose control.
He nibbled my neck, sending delicious little spasms down my body. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
He squeezed my breast, and he pressed the tip of his cock against me. I felt the slight stretch and I would have given my left kidney for West to come lick my clit.
I filed that idea under the Later Pile and tried in vain to shift my hips to take him inside me.
“You’re mine,” he breathed against me. The hand on my shoulder squeezed, and he brushed his thumb against my throat.
I froze.
“There it is.” He nipped my neck, not hard enough to break skin, and I almost told him to bite me.
My legs quivered from holding the position, my wetness leaking down onto the head of his cock. I had to give in to the idea that I couldn’t move or come until Ben decided it was time.
“Please, alpha,” I panted. “Please.”
I normally hated begging; it felt degrading. I only ever begged West.
But something about him unraveled me, like he was waiting for signals from my body I didn’t even know I was giving.
Ben let out a hot breath on my neck. “Do you know how amazing you smell? How hard it is not to plunge myself into your sweet wetness?”
I whimpered again. My pussy clenched around nothing, but he must have felt some of the spasms, because he groaned and pushed the tip in.
I made the most pitiful sound. My body was covered in sweat, more slick seeping from me. I was vaguely aware of the other three changing positions, of the scents of their arousal, of them watching us, but I couldn’t do anything but focus on all of the points where my body touched Ben’s.
My ass in his crotch, his hand kneading my breast, his whispers of how beautiful I was, how gorgeous, and, of course, the single bit of his cockhead in my entrance.
“Alpha,” I whispered. Nothing else but this mattered, these scents of the pack around me, loving each other.
“There you are,” he whispered and slid deeper inside me. It was almost too much. I was over-sensitized, but him pushing inside me was such a relief.
He slid all the way with a groan. “Oh, what a good girl you are. You’re doing so good, omega.”
My body melted. I was a good girl; I was his good omega. He bottomed out, and it was a stretch, but the slick made his way easier. The angle made everything much more intense, desire and heat racing over me.
He pulled all the way out and pushed back in, his cock stretching me in places I’d forgotten existed. I was panting like I’d run a mile, and my omega instincts shoved all rational thought away.
He was fucking me, claiming, rubbing his cock all the way in, and all I wanted was his cum and his knot, to use me and fuck me.
I was his. I arched, and he started moving faster, our bodies fusing together until I forgot my own name, my hopes and fears and worries, everything but the feeling of him driving his body inside mine.
He brushed a fingertip over my clit, and I sobbed, coming so hard my legs gave out. Ben caught me, held me up with his arm braced around me, and kept going until my skin went molten. I needed, wanted more.
Ben shifted his weight so I could brace my knees and then tapped my shoulder. “Now present, angel. Show me what you want.”
I leaned forward, resting my forehead on the carpet. Ben pushed inside me, and I cried out, another orgasm crashing through me.
Ben went harder, the force of impact pushing me forward until I was growling. Another orgasm ripped through me at the same time I felt him come, warmth filling me inside.
“Knot,” I panted, “alpha, I need your knot. Ben, please.”
He smoothed his hand over my hip. “You want my knot or do you want to have a turn with someone else? I can knot you after you finish fucking the rest of the pack.”
“Knot,” I whined. I wanted his knot, needed to feel full, needed him locking his come inside me.
His scent grew stronger. I was drowning in spicy woods, the sharp currant scent so juicy I could almost taste it. I moved my mouth to Ben’s forearm, licking the salt off his skin.
He swiveled his hips, slowly, stretching me, until another orgasm threatened to break me. With another push, he knotted me, and I came with a muffled cry.
Ben draped over me, and my brain blissed out. I was safe and secure.