Make Me
Kelya
Ihad to shut him up. He wasn’t talking, but he was looking so fucking good. He’d just shaved and smelled like fucking heaven. His yellow-green eyes were looking at me like I was the most important thing in the world. Like I was the only thing that mattered to him.
So, I shut him up.
Also, I can’t decide if I’m going to move forward with his deranged plan until I know we are sexually compatible. It’s for science.
And reason.
And logic.
And!
It’s medicinal.
Kissing this alpha is untying the knots in my stomach a little. Loosening my muscles. Grounding my equilibrium. Clearing the foam coating my brain. They don’t usually have this intense and immediate effect on me.
Alphas.
His hands tighten on my ribs, his fingers splayed against my back, and he opens his mouth to allow me to slide my tongue against his. I use my thighs around his waist to hoist me up so my face is higher than his, and I can come down on him. He groans as I deepen the kiss.
Last time we kissed, I didn’t let him kiss me back. I’m vindicated in that decision because I am an absolute fucking mess.
Holy shit. This is too fucking good. My core heats as I get more stimulated and overwhelmed. How easily we go together…and all I want is to try every position. Do we fit in all the ways? I want more. I’m already scheming how to make this last longer and how we can repeat it again and again.
His hands move down to my ass so he can hold me up. I tangle mine into his hair. He feels like the first person I’ve kissed in ages.
Suddenly, I’m on my back, and he’s between my legs. With his large hands, he slips under my shirt and grabs my breast. I bow to his touch.
Fuck me.
Tony pushes my shirt up to my neck, and with his mouth over my nipple, he nips the sensitive bud.
This has to happen. This fucking gets to happen.
Tony kisses down my chest, ribs, and stomach, making his way downwards.
He doesn’t let a single part of me separate from him.
I slide my thong down, and he finishes taking it off.
I rip the shirt off my neck as he lays my thighs out and licks my cunt.
“Fuck, Tony! Fuck! Do it again.”
He pulls back with a gasp and a sound of pleasure, his eyes on my cunt. He takes his time spreading my pussy lips, then touching my clit with almost reverence. With my pussy lips spread between his two fingers, he makes eye contact with me.
There’s silent communication there. I won’t be an inexperienced asshole. I know what I’m doing. As his tongue comes out to flick my clit, I have no doubt he was in that bathroom while Kale went down on me.
It smelled like cypress; I remember.
I try to generate a proper reaction to this news, but he proceeds to devour me. My arms flail, and my body bows and bends. It’s too good. How is he this great at this? My knees pop up, and he growls—genuinely growls like a real angry alpha—and grabs my knees to hold them still.
“Omega.”
He has to follow me up the bed because I’m moving too much. I’m filled to the fucking brim! It’s just too good!
He yanks me back by my ankle.
“Settle down.”
I’m out of breath. My eyes are magnetized to his shiny lips, wet from my slick. His expression is hard and serious. His hair is all messed up. I can still see some of the bruises on his cheek from when I socked him.
He’s kind of beautiful.
“I can’t focus on making you come if you’re squirming around.”
He grabs my forearms and leans over me, trapping them above my head on the mattress. I wrap my legs around his middle. He does not like that.
“Settle,” he says softly.
“I’m really horny…”
“I know. So am I. Are you really going to let me fuck you?”
“Yes. I want that.”
“I can’t fuck you if you’re all over the place, Rosette. You’re going to need to stay still. If you don’t, then you won’t get an orgasm.”
My legs shake from the adrenaline pumping through me. That’s a mean fucking thing to say. He leaves my arms and moves one hand down to my clit, showing me he knows exactly how to make me come.
“No,” I squeak. He stops. “I can’t be still.”
“Why?”
“If you want me to stop moving around, you’re going to have to make me.
” I take my time to say each word slowly.
This is such a fucking gamble, but it’s what I want to know.
It’s what I’m fucking curious about. If I take him up on his offer, then I need to know I get what I want.
There are three things: I have more opportunities to run.
I can stay away from my nest and maybe shake the nesties.
And finally, I get to explore this new sexual curiosity Tony has been alluding to.
His strong hold on my wrists. How he held me in that closet. The ropes. God, the ropes.
“You want me to…restrain you?”
All the blood in my body wakes up. Warmth and light flush beneath my skin.
“Kelya, your pupils just grew to the size of dinner plates.”
My pussy slicks, and my chest flushes.
“Please,” I whisper.
His mouth hangs open as his eyes dart between mine.
“You’re serious. Oh my god. What is happening? Fuck me. Ok. I can do that. Let’s talk about it. If you want to stop, then say stop. Or no. Should we have another word?”
“Tony…”
“Tony for stop. Cypress for go. Ok?”
I nod my head vigorously.
“Yes. Cypress for go. Tony for stop.”
I lick his neck as he thinks things through.
Probably having a little conversation with his inner alpha.
My inner omega is at the surface. Ready.
I’m never this open and ready. I’m never this excited.
This is one of the few times I’ve been this out of control, and yet, at the same time, I feel like maybe this man can control me.
In a way that isn’t unpleasant or unwanted.
In a way a woman wants a man to take control.
He flips me over before I realize he’s done thinking, pushing my chest and neck into the mattress.
He’s already got my hands behind my back, held in a tight hold at my lower back and my calves trapped between his legs with my ass in the air.
My legs are between his as he lays his body over mine, completing his total dominance.
“Is this ok?” he says gently over my back. “Is this what you mean?”
“Yes. This is good. This is what I want.” And then, to test it out, I quickly say, “Cypress!”
“You have no idea how often I imagined restraining you, Omega. It haunts me.”
He runs his nose over my neck, nipping the soft part of the skin. He wants my scent. He doesn’t want to bite. It’s almost like he thinks if he takes a little nibble he can get some of my scent.
I’m incapable of resisting. I can’t move. I can’t wiggle. My neck at this angle makes it impossible to even shake my head.
“Cypress, are you going to fuck me like this?” His hard cock pushes against my ass. I’m slicking down my thighs. His free hand pets my ass, like he’s casually enjoying himself.
“It’s going to make you better, isn’t it, Omega?
My dick? My alpha dick? Is this why you fuck your way through every city you land in?
Because it makes you feel better…I bet it is.
I bet you crave that fullness. How often is it good?
How often is it good enough to want a second time?
” His two fingers rub up my bare pussy, and I gasp and moan. “Tell me.”
“Never.”
“I wasn’t expecting that, though maybe I should have. Never. Goddamn, the bar is in hell…” Tony says under his breath. There’s so much blood pumping in my ears I’m surprised I hear him.
“I’m going to make you addicted to me.” His voice is muttering and low, and the timber shakes me through my bones.
He rips open a packet, and I glance behind me to see the condom gliding over his engorged dick.
“No, can we…”
He waits.
“You want me to fuck you bare?”
“It’s not like I’m going to get pregnant.” Omegas can only get pregnant during their heat. “I took a test from the drug store earlier. I take them all the time. It’s negative. Can we…go without the condom?”
“I’ve gone to the doctor since the last time I was with someone. I’m also negative.” He tosses the condom onto the nightstand and holds me still again. “I’ll fuck you bare, Omega. It’ll be better for you anyway. Doctors orders.”
His cock pushes against my pussy. My legs are together, so he is going to have a hell of a time getting in. I haven’t come yet, but I’m soaking wet.
Suddenly, all I feel is pressure and invasion.
“Fuck! Cypress! Fuck!” His hold on me tightens, and he lays his body over me.
“Don’t brace. Just fall,” he instructs reverently in my ear.
Don’t brace. I let go. I am held completely by this man and decide just for this moment to trust him.
He pushes more of his cock into me. I honestly love most cocks.
Small or large. Crooked or straight. As long as they are hard, but even if they aren’t, if I’m being honest. I’m a fan.
However, feeling how fucking large Tony is brings me so much joy. I want a big cock right now.
He pushes in again, and I can’t believe there’s more of him. My body trembles.
“My god, Cypress.”
His thumb strokes my hip, sliding down my waist. The motion is so soothing. He nuzzles his nose into my neck.
“Let me in, Rosette.” All I can hear is his breathing and mine. I match mine to his, and it relaxes me, allowing him to stretch me further.
“Fuck. Fuck. I knew you’d have a great cunt. But this…”
His hips are against my ass, and his knot is pressed between us.
He’s in.
I’m full.
I feel so fucking full.
He pushes a little so I can feel his knot. It’s not fully enlarged—that will happen after he comes. I can’t imagine how he’s going to get it inside me. I’m already so full!
Sweat breaks out lightly across my skin. I crave more of his heat. The man has caged me in, and I still need more. I want to writhe and rock, but I literally can’t. There’s something so beautiful about being held in place by his body and his cock.
“You’re doing so well. So fucking good. You knew what you needed.
Fuck, this is incredible. I feel how much you need this.
” His voice is raw and trembling. He kisses my shoulder and the dip of my spine.
“I’m going to fuck you now. You don’t have to do anything but take it.
I got you. You’re going to take it, right?
“Yes, Alpha.”
“I knew you would have the most perfect pussy to fuck, Kelya.”
On the next exhale, Tony pulls out then slams back into me. I see stars. He does it again and again, fucking my tight cunt. I make all the noises my body wants. I feel way too good to do anything other than what he asks of me. Let go. Take it.
He continues to praise me. He tells me how beautiful I am. What a great body I have. How he’s holding back from coming too quickly in my “perfect pussy.”
I eat it all up.
There’s a moment where I come close to breaking, but I hold back. I can’t let myself fall over that edge. What if he decides now is when he needs to knot me, and I can’t stop him? Doctor’s orders, after all.
“Tony…” I whisper into the mattress.
He pulls out and comes in his palm in one quick stroke. He was so fucking close…
He shouts and whimpers, out of breath and out of his mind.
“I’m not going to knot you.” He huffs and puffs, even though I never voiced my fear out loud. “I wouldn’t.”
He slowly moves his legs away and lets go of my wrists. The blood runs back into my limbs, and it feels like its own orgasm.
My vision goes spotty.
Tony wipes his hand off on the sheets, then moves me to my back and massages my arms and hips. I feel so groggy and out of it, kind of like I did get knotted.
“I wouldn’t knot you without your permission, Omega. Even if your life depended on it.”
I think I believe him as I slip off to sleep.