5. Tara
My eyes blink open slowly, but there’s no change in light since there’s no windows. It takes me a moment to remember where I was, what I was doing, over the sensation of my sweaty-sticky skin pressed against another warm body.
Right. Heat Hotel. Alpha.
I had no idea how I forgot. That strong, buttery-sweet scent hit me in an instant, taking me right back to the night before.
I rolled over and there he was, my alpha, the side of his face buried into the pillow. Even with most of it covered by the muzzle, I could see it in the way the tense little divet between his eyebrows had faded, he was relaxed.
Last night was… hazy, and even now I could feel the cloying hunger in my gut of the heat flaring. But, at least for a moment, I was able to look at the alpha clearly.
Charlie, he’d said last night.
I cuddled against his back, wondering what he looked like under the muzzle. If I had to guess based on the rest of him, abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.
His chestnut hair was shaggy, loose waves not quite long enough to fall in his eyes, but close. His lashes were thick and dark, resting against chiseled cheekbones. I lifted a finger and ran it over his chin. It was obvious he shaved, but his five o’clock shadow was coming in, prickling my finger gently. I let my touch move over the warmed metal of the muzzle, wondering what his lips would feel like. Would they be full? Thin? One larger than the other? I couldn't help but imagine them against mine. Or, thanks to the heat pheromones rocking my shit, having him trailing them lower, kissing all over my body, until he reached the apex of my thighs, to devour my center.
I shivered at the thought. Though I’d never done that , I’d seen enough porn to know it would feel fucking amazing. And I guess it was obvious I wasn’t a regular virgin. I’d begged to have the largest dildo in the drawer shoved inside of me, and it still hadn’t felt like enough.
My temperature continued to spike, hips moving to grind my slick sex against the alpha where I’d wrapped my leg around him, and I whined. I’d hoped I’d have at least half an hour awake before we jumped back into it. You know, have a little coffee and breakfast? Maybe get a shower in? But I’d never been lucky that way. If I was awake, I was in need.
That’s just the way my heats were.
I slid from bed, wobbling quickly to the bathroom. I splashed a little water onto my face, pulling my hair up into a ponytail to keep the sweaty locks away from my face. That was about the extent of the selfcare I managed before my knees wobbled dangerously, the rising temperature warning me that I was close to another bout of mindless begging.
Though having an alpha close by certainly helped, it didn’t fix everything. I still had this bone-deep want that crawled beneath the surface. Somewhere, I knew the thing that would truly fix it, the reason I was here in the first place… but I wasn’t sure if I could do it.
I’d really planned on waiting.
I grabbed some water with a trembling hand, sipping it while I watched Charlie sleep.
As much as I wanted to wait… part of it was that I just didn’t want this part of my life to be tied to a shitty guy who just wanted to ‘swipe that sweet omega pussy v card’; yeah, that was something that was actually said to me. In real life.
But Charlie wasn’t just any other alpha.
I knew how they could be. I’d interacted with enough of them when I was live to know they just wanted a hole to dominate, and didn’t care about anything but that.
This alpha seemed… different. He was definitely an alpha, I’d caught sight of that giant knot the night before while I was politely pretending not to look at his cock while I forced down a water and a bit of food. He was way more caring and kind than I’d expected. And though at times he was more forceful, it was never in a way that made me uncomfortable.
Charlie, as much as I found it hard to believe, felt safe .
My mind drifted to his gentle hands and careful attentiveness. The way his fingers in my hair had soothed me, along with his scent, until I was able to rest.
I crawled back into the bed, pressing myself against him. As I did, his arms circled around me instinctively, pressing his face into my hair.
Was he… smelling me in his sleep? That shouldn’t be as hot as it was, right?
That this giant, hulking alpha wanted to use me as a comfort object while he rested.
Another wave of intense heat pulsed through me.
I needed this man, that was something I knew.
Just the idea of his hands on me had slick beginning to pool.
When I started thinking about his cock, stiff under the thin sheet he’d pulled over us, I had to press my thighs together, clamping my jaw shut tight to stop myself from whining.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed him now .
His taste, his feel… the way he jumped along my tongue when I did something he liked…
I shimmied down his body, disappearing under the sheet to kiss along his skin as I went. He wasn’t gym built, but he was lean and muscular, decidedly big .
My lips trailed over his chest and the sparse hair there, towards his ribs to his toned stomach, where I paused to nibble along his hip bone. I trailed my tongue lower, passing over his pelvis until I reached his cock.
I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him slowly, watching him twitch in my hand. His knot expanded as he became more aroused, quickly becoming bigger than my fist.
Every fiber of my being wanted me to try to take it, but that felt way too far.
Even if I was going to ask him to fuck me.
Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue, running it along the vein stretched down the underside of his cock that’d caught my attention last night, even in the thick of the heat haze.
He jerked in my hand, a few drops of precum spilling from his tip.
I followed my path all the way up, collecting it with my tongue before it could be wasted on the sheets. His summery berry taste mixed with musk was as deeply satisfying as it was addicting.
I sucked the tip into my mouth, lavishing his fat head like it was candy with the swirl of my tongue. It was in a way, with his sweet flavor. Reminding me of the Hi-Chews I sometimes liked to snack on between games while I waited for a new lobby.
A few moments later the blanket I was under moved, the low light returning as Charlie peered down at me. His tousled hair betrayed his sleepiness, but his eyes? They were on fire .
“What’re you doing babygirl?” he asked. There was no anger in his voice, only tired amusement laced with lust.
“Waking you up,” I said innocently, giving the head of his cock another soft suck for good measure.
“This is the best wake up I’ve ever received.” He ran his hand through my hair, not in a forceful way, but just enough to steady me as his fingers looped into my ponytail. His guidance gentle as he pushed me over his length lazily, as if we were in no rush. And we weren’t, just able to take our time and explore each other.
I took him as deep as I could, pushing him to the back of my throat before swallowing around him. I moaned around his length, letting the vibrations do the work, and he arched his back, free hand running through his hair.
A deep, satisfied groan left him as I pulled away, sucking all the way off his length. I was going to go back for more, but I didn’t when I was suddenly lifted and laid on my back, my alpha now draped over me with the heavy press of his warm body against mine.
His hand caressed my chin as his eyes bounced around, drinking in every inch. His muzzle was still firmly in place, but if it wasn’t, I would have brought his lips to mine.
I was sure he was a good kisser, he had to be. Nobody looked into someone’s eyes like that and wasn’t good at kissing.
Like he had the same idea, he nuzzled against my throat, the metal rubbing against my skin.
“You look like such a good little puppy,” I mused, sinking my fingers through the front of the muzzle. “It’s so fucking sexy.”
His eyes blew wide, and it… did something to me.
“Tell me what you need babygirl,” he breathed, eyes searching mine.
I shuttered, finally giving in to the war I’d been having since he stepped into this room.
“I need you to fuck me.”
A flicker of surprise danced across his features, and for a moment I worried he was going to say no… until an absolute flood of pheromones hit me so hard it made me light headed.
“Are you sure?” he asked, face neutral, like if I said no we would easily transition back to toys between the wall and that would be okay.
But it wasn’t okay.
Now that I’d gotten a taste, experienced his body against mine… inhaled his scent first hand—I was all in.
“I’m sure,” I whispered.
Though I couldn't kiss his lips, I did the next best thing and kissed along his jaw, all the way to his ear. The tips of them were red, and when I looked, so was the rest of his face.
Cute .
His hands passed along my body, caressing my skin until he found my nipples, rolling the bars through them gently as he did. Ever since I got them, I’d only become more sensitive, and having another person touch them amplified that by a thousand. Not even the vibrating nipple rings I bought for stream compared.
His hands didn’t feel expert or demanding, not like he had any system, it was more like he was learning me. My skin, my curves, my body. Like he was more interested in seeing what made me tick instead of just assuming.
My skin was officially on fire, my heat returned in full force, leaving me with only desire coursing through my veins.
“Alpha, please,” I begged, squirming against him. “Please fuck me.”
His eyes were so dark as they met mine, though there was a twinkle in there that I latched on to.
“Are you sure?” he asked very seriously.
I nodded, and like it was the most obvious thing in the world, said, “I trust you.”
The thread of his control snapped , a soft rumbling growl emanating from him as his fingers worked over my clit.
It didn’t take long before I was dripping slick down my thighs. My breath was ragged as his fingers dragged lower, circling as they teased my entrance.
“Give it to me,” I barked. I didn’t know where it came from, but I knew what I needed, and I was going to get it.
“Okay, babygirl, whatever you need.” His fingers dipped inside of me easily, two at a time. They were much bigger than my own, and it was easy to tell. Even to the second knuckle I could feel the stretch.
“More.” I wasn’t sure if it was a beg or a demand, but he listened, adding a third and curling his fingers slightly. I hissed as he easily found my g-spot. Every one of my nerve endings were alive, as if lightning struck and made everything electric. A sheen of sweat broke out over my skin, my orgasm threatening to pull me under.
My hands found his shoulders and pressed, lifting up and down so I could help guide him exactly how I needed. With this inferno raging within me, I needed to come, and I needed it now .
As if he could sense it, so in tune with me already, he let me fuck myself on his fingers until I imploded, my orgasm tearing through me until I was screaming his name.
“That’s it,” he praised, his soft voice having me grip his fingers like a vice. “Come for me, nice and pretty, Tara.”
I returned to earth too soon, still flushed from head to toe. Luckily, it seemed like he was going to give me just what I’d asked for. It took me a moment to realize he’d pulled away, and was now on his knees, rolling a condom over his thick length.
“Alpha…” I whined and he returned to me quickly, the tip of his cock notched right at my entrance.
I inhaled sharply, half embarrassed about the flicker of insecurity that washed through me. I was a sex worker for crying out loud. I knew virginity was a social construct, one by a lot of standards I’d lost long ago, however, I’d never been… connected with someone this way, and I couldn’t help my nerves.
My alpha gripped my chin lightly, turning my face towards his. “I got you,” he whispered, a level of trust and care in his voice that felt like it was built over years, not a single night flowing into me like a tangible thing.
I relaxed.
He had me.
Charlie had me, and I was more than ready to fall.
His hips pressed forward, slowly pushing into me inch by inch, and I gasped. He was huge. I knew he would be after having him in my mouth, but this was so different. Even if I’d had toys of comparable size, nothing prepared me for the difference a warm, real cock would make. The wondrous stretch and press against my sensitive walls forcing a moan from me.
My mouth fell open in an ‘O’, as he continued to glide in easily, my slick allowing him to fill me to the knot quickly. He rocked back and forth a bit, not actually fucking, but giving me time to adjust.
Time I didn’t require.
“I’m ready,” I told him, hoping to get this show on the road.
I wanted him to destroy me. To fuck me into this mattress so hard that there was nothing left of me.
Charlie was a good listener, pulling out to the tip before plunging back in. His thrusts were slow, but hard, with a snap of his hips at the end that nudged his knot against me again and again.
I ground against him, meeting every press of his hips with one of my own. It was like we were on the same rhythm, riding the same wave. The breathy groan that left him burrowed deep in my core, teasing pink to my cheeks.
The orgasm I was brought to wasn’t like the rest. It was a slow build, a climb up a large mountain as he rolled my clit slowly between his fingers and fucked me like it meant something.
When I clamped down on his cock, he thrust so hard his knot began to stretch me, cum pouring from his tip, filling the condom.
“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear, the hard plastic muzzle scraping my ear.
“You feel so fucking good.”
And he did feel good, but I wanted more .
He got up to remove the condom and I took that moment. I sat up and moved to my hands and knees, being sure I faced the mirror. My eyes met his in the glass, one hand moving to my ass to spread myself for him.
“Alpha?”
“Y-yeah?” Charlie stammered out, eyes glued to my pussy.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”