3. Tara
I pressed myself back against the toy I’d suctioned to the headboard, my slick making it easy to fall back against it, until the knot nudged at my entrance, driving me wild. I arched my back, rocking on my knees to fuck myself—moans coming loud and frequent as the ridged surface of the toy stretched and rubbed against me just shy of where I needed it most.
This was the problem, the more intense my heats got, the harder it was to keep myself satisfied. And though a fuck machine had done me well for the last couple, the aftermath was so unpleasant I didn’t want to experience it again.
The ache. The longing. The loneliness.
It was… nearly unbearable.
I needed a nesting partner, someone to tend to the emotional side of the heat as much as the sexual.
And, fuck. Now that I was thinking about it?
I just really needed to be touched.
The toys were nice, but the clawing desire making my blood boil needed… contact.
It wasn't enough, almost unbearably so, as I whined and gasped through a wholly unsatisfactory orgasm.
Soon, I told myself. Soon an alpha would arrive and I’d get what I craved most—closeness.
How I’d managed to get through my heats up until now was anyone’s guess, but now? It felt like I was going to combust if somebody didn't come soon.
I was just beginning to consider unlocking the door and entering the hall out of sheer desperation to find an alpha myself when the doorknob rattled.
Another loud whine left me, my hips kicking into motion to fuck myself against the toy harder as I caught my eye in the mirror.
Could he see me? Smell me? Hear how needy I was as I fucked myself against the headboard?
I all but whined at the thought, finally what I needed.
“Hey,” a deliciously deep, masculine voice came through the intercom. “You alright in there, little omega?”
“Need to come.” I managed to choke out, unable to stop the way that his voice, blended with the sensation of the simulated knot teasing my entrance, made my thighs quiver. I reached for the bullet vibrator I’d tossed aside earlier, pressing it to my clit with a groan.
“Do you want me to come in?” he asked, the barest hint of a delicious growl tinging his words as my moans turned into whines, calling to his nature directly to come fuck me.
But, even as the haze of heat and the unbearable blanket of yearning fell over me, I still felt a little apprehensive.
“N-no,” I choked. “I've… I've never been with an alpha before.”
There was a pause.
Did I imagine that sharp intake of breath?
“Have you ever fucked anyone?”
“No,” I confirmed. “Solo play only.”
For a moment, I thought I was embarrassed… but just because I hadn’t had penetrative sex didn’t mean I’d done nothing . I just… hadn’t explored that one element of my sexuality as of yet.
“So you don’t want me to come in…” he said thoughtfully, as if he was trying to figure out where that left us. The slot along the bottom half of the wall rattled slightly as he opened the partition, revealing a glory hole.
My entire body clenched in anticipation, face heating to new heights as I imagined the ways he could touch and taste me through the wall.
He didn’t bother with the intercom now, voice drifting to me over the buzz of my vibrator and the rhythmic slapping of my ass and thighs against the headboard.
“Come here, babygirl.”
A whimper escaped my throat at the command. The barest hint of a bark lacing his tone pulling me forward on hand and knee.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he called. “Bring that with you. I’ll need something to help my fingers.”
I blinked, turning to free the toy from the headboard with a little difficulty, the haze of longing so thick that I wobbled as I crawled off the bed and towards the hole in the wall. With every shift I could feel the plug I’d slipped into my ass, the stretch a pleasant dirty secret my alpha would have to discover later.
The first hint of flaky, buttery pie crust hit my nose as I reached the wall, quickly overpowered by deep, sweet blueberry. I couldn’t help the moan that left me, the urge to curl up in this alpha’s lap and suck the taste directly from his scent gland leaving me slick-soaked and glossy between my thighs.
Was this what a real alpha smelled like? I thought to myself. Or was this just the last thing he ate and my overly sensitive nose was clinging to it like a lifeline?
I knew I needed to be cautious when it came to touch, that an omega in heat would ask for anything—everything—in the pursuit of pleasure. Alphas had to mask up before entering a room since they were the most likely to accidentally form a bond while in rut, especially if a needy omega was whining for the closeness that would follow a bite, but it didn’t mean that I wasn’t a danger too.
One wrong move, teeth that sunk in too deeply to a lip while adjusting positions, or the involuntary clamp of a jaw while I came, and I could just as easily create the foundation of a match I had no intention of pursuing.
“Put that bullet back against your clit,” the alpha demanded, his voice sure and soft as fabric rustled beyond the wall.
I knew that just on the other side the hallway was open, people able to pass by at any moment—and the idea of someone watching me only heightened the feeling of the buzzy vibrations against the tight bundle of nerves as I jerked into action to obey, moaning at the stimulation.
It wasn’t nearly enough, the bullet vibrator doing little to satisfy the yearning that had me leaning my forehead just beside the circular, fist-sized hole where my delicious blueberry-pie alpha waited for me.
My fingers looped into the gap, anxiously awaiting one of the heat helpers to come and press themselves through the opening for me to use.
It only took a few moments for his cock to poke through the hole, and I gasped at the size. Even though all alphas were big, he surpassed even my wildest hopes for what I’d find here. Long, thick, with a heavy weight to him made obvious by the bounce as he pressed his dark knot against the top of the opening. The hole was sized to avoid knotting accidentally through the wall, saving pairs from the embarrassment of having to wait for deflation while stuck on either side.
“Fuck,” I whined, rubbing the vibrator against my clit hard as I waited for his instructions. I wasn’t sure why… But I just sort of knew that I needed to wait for this alpha.
“Sweet little omega, do you like it?”
“I want to taste you,” I whined. “Please.”
“Open up, babygirl.”
Obediently, my lips popped open, and I leaned forward to lick a bead of glistening precum from his head. Blueberry and pastry exploded over my tongue, the moan that left me downright feral as I continued, taking the tip into my mouth for a long suck .
His taste, his warmth, was so unlike a dildo. Welcoming. Delicious. And nearly pulsing with the alpha’s desire, so utterly divine it had me moaning for more.
Something in me just knew.
Though, maybe that was just the heat hormones.
The soft, shuddered gasp that met my ears spurred me on, lips wrapping around the impressive bulk to slide downward as I fucked my face with the strange alpha’s length.
The little vibrator continued to buzz, pressed against my clit with my free hand as the other stroked along the alphas cock.
“So fucking good,” I mumbled, as much as I could around the intrusion, sucking and licking as I desperately sought more of his delicious flavor.
This time a louder groan erupted from the other side of the wall, only pleasing me more. It was guttural and deep, and one full of pleasure I knew I was the cause of.
I wasn’t a stranger to making men come, I did it all the time through work. But that was impersonal, disconnected through a screen while I used toys to fuck myself into oblivion. This, I had control over. Was able to impact directly.
The alpha jumped along my tongue as I hallowed my cheeks, slurping noisily at his cock.
My vibrator pittered away at its highest setting, but it just wasn’t enough, I craved so much more. Needed more.
To be filled.
My hand reached for the large dildo I’d brought at his direction and I stuck its suctioned-cupped bottom to the floor below me.
“That’s a good girl,” the alpha praised, pressing further down my throat as I all but fell on the length with how slick I was. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I bottomed out, even taking the replacement knot that was meant to simulate the overly full sensation of an alpha in rut, but always left me feeling a little… cheated.
I wondered what the real thing would be like as I ground down on the toy, the length meeting me in delicious ridges that were designed to stimulate the soft space deep inside me that begged to be knotted.
I whined, a thin reedy noise filled with wanting as I slurped along the alpha’s cock, reveling in his inability to fuck my throat. Everything, all of it, was on my terms.
And I was going to use this man the same way I used the toy. Like a fucking object.
I heard garbled words from behind the wall, but they were all white noise as I focused on my pleasure—the only thing that truly mattered here.
The mix of the vibrator, the scent, and the silicone cock had me falling apart, even this little bit of contact providing me more relief than the first five finishes I’d secured while waiting. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my slick pooled beneath me, pussy clamping hard around the toy as I pressed as close as I could to the alpha, choking myself on his length until tears pricked at my eyes.
His groan only spurred me on, bobbing my head and sucking until I needed to come up for air.
I pulled off, slowly stroking the alpha in my hand. “Do you want to taste me, Alpha?”