Popsicle
Kelya
Tony brings our coffees and breakfast to the patio where we sit and lazily enjoy it. I feel like I’m living life four feet off the ground. The birds fly overhead, and the sunrays warm my skin. I’ve never felt this well.
“Where do you know French?” I ask over my cafecito.
“I’m from Barberie, Louisiana. I know enough. Some of the cops I worked with only spoke French.”
I make a face.
“Yeah, cops are the worst.”
“And now you’re a cop for hire.”
“Private detective.”
“Private eye.”
“Sure.”
I check my phone, and Tony does his work. The ropes tired me out, and soon I fall into a lovely nap on the bed. When I wake up, Tony is asleep next to me. His mouth is open, and he looks so soft, like he’s never done anything bad a day in his life.
I touch his nose and cheekbones, then glide my finger down this throat. I wonder why he decided to nap with me. Being a rope dom must be tiring. He’s so good at it, too. I want him to do it again.
I feel that familiar tunneling. The stiffness, headache, and world-titling feeling. Why now? Why do I want to nest now?
I crawl on top of him, and he grunts but keeps his eyes closed.
“You need my dick, Omega?”
“Yes, please. Take it out, Alpha. It’s needed.”
He lays flat on his back and stretches his arms out wide. “Take what you need.”
I move out of the way and am pleasantly surprised to see him hard.
What a fucking joy.
I pull him out of his black underwear—the brand is Knotty, and the yellow letters are stitched across the waistband.
I give him a few test strokes, and he groans in response.
I lean forward, holding myself up on his chest with one hand, and get up on my knees, aligning my pussy with his cock.
I use the tip to move my thong to one side, then line it up against my slick center.
I let go and hold myself up with two hands on his chest.
Then I sink down.
“Fuck!”
I kiss his cheek. He grabs my hips but doesn’t stop me. I sink lower and lower onto his cock.
When I’m nearly there, I rock back into him then dance my breasts over his face as I pitch forward. He takes my shirt off so he’s got a better breast experience. I return to rocking on his fucking thick and gorgeous cock.
I close my eyes, too, and let our warm bodies, relaxed from a beautiful nap, work together in this motion. Up and down. Up and down. He catches my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple.
“Cypress,” I moan.
The room is bright, and he can see every part of me. I suck in the hot and humid air, believing there’s a magical quality to it. Above us, the ceiling fan rotates into a faster rhythm, which I match with the bouncing of my ass against his thighs.
I’m so fucking wet.
“Fuck, I want to come on your cock.”
He pops off my nipple to say, “Anything you want, Rosette.” Then he sucks on my other nipple.
Here it is. It’s coming. If I can just go a little faster. Deeper. Harder…
God, I’m coming.
His hands stroke my back. I’m so sensitive, so it feels incredible.
He sits up and kisses my neck, then pulls me down on top of him.
“Are you going to scent yourself now? I’m right here.”
I could. His scent glands are on his neck, and I could rub against them, getting his scent on me.
“Maybe later.”
It’s not a lie.
He didn’t come. But this was me taking from him. Which he gave freely.
Tony barely registers it might be annoying to have music blasting and someone going through their things, but he frustratingly isn’t bothered by it.
He just watches me as I click on his computer and try to guess his password, rifle through his bag of clothes, and check the labels on his over-the-counter pain meds and sleeping pills.
I find his wristwatch, but he snags it back from me just as I’m about to squirrel it away.
I have a lot of energy, and this room is feeling very small.
He takes me with him to the store to buy food and nail clippers. I add some of my own things to the shopping basket, and again, he’s not bothered in the least.
His glasses have darkened in the sunshine, and he looks way too smug.
I need to change this.
I’m in an orange shift dress with large red flowers and thin spaghetti straps.
If I stand a certain way, one of the straps will fall down, since it’s not quite my size—another item taken from the Lost and Found.
While I observe the oranges, smelling them and giving each a little squeeze, I make sure I feel Tony’s eyes on me when I let the strap slip over my shoulder.
Before I can finish a full breath, he steps up to me and slides his finger under the strap and pulls it up.
Absentmindedly, he bends down and kisses the spot on my shoulder the strap wandered away from.
I spin around, affronted.
He turns his face up so I can’t see him blush. My intention was just to tease him; I didn’t expect him to be so familiar.
“Tony.”
“Sorry.” It’s a quick apology. He looks past me at the oranges. “Do you have everything you need?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
He buys me a popsicle, and I eat it as we leave the store and walk back to the hotel. He holds the shopping bag and walks beside me. The streets are crowded with everyone preparing for the celebration tonight.
The rain made everything brighter today. The flora is fragrant and almost overpowers Tony’s scent. The streets are clean, and sunlight shines off of everything. There’s magic in the Puerto Rican air.
“So, you’re feeling better?” he asks. We are taking the long way back, weaving through the crowded streets and cars.
“Oh, yes. I kind of feel like I was knotted. In a way.”
“There were a lot of knots.”
I give him a small laugh; though, it wasn’t that great of a joke. I am so far gone. Laughing at not-funny jokes from some stupid alpha! What have I become!
“I think today, it might be good…” My words fail me, and I suddenly feel very young and very small.
He glances over at me, and I see myself holding my popsicle in the reflection of his tinted lenses.
“The doctor did say that we should,” he replies, knowing exactly what I was trying to ask him.
“Several times a day, right?”
He nods.
We walk in silence all the way back. I throw my stick in the garbage in the room, and Tony puts away our shopping. Everything is so easy with him…
I bet I could get away with a lot.
What am I saying? I already have.
I put my music back on, and even make it a bit louder. Then I sit on the bed and let the strap of my dress fall down. Tony’s lenses have already gone clear, no longer tinted in the sunshine. I find it so fucking funny he has transition lenses. He leaves them on as he steps closer to me.
“Do you want to leave the dress on?”
I nod.
He undoes his belt and zips down his pants.
My stomach flips, and my heart pumps wildly. I wet my lips, and when his cock is out, I grab it and wet it thoroughly with my mouth.
“Fuck,” Tony shouts. “Lay back.”
I do as I’m told and lie back, and he climbs over top of me, pushing my dress up to pile around my waist. He pumps his cock with his fist while staring at my bare pussy, realizing I hadn’t worn panties to the store.
I love how big he is…and that lustful way he looks at me.
His thumb rests on my cunt, sinking into my slick. He lifts his thumb to his mouth and licks. His eye twitches slightly. He still can’t taste my unique omega scent in my slick. I know it bothers him.
I know it bothers him a lot.
He climbs up, pressing my legs out wide, then paints my pussy with the tip of his cock. I fall back entirely. Fuck, it feels so good with him.
“You’re all ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
I want to call him daddy again or say something sassy, but I absolutely cannot when his cock breaches my tight cunt. He silences all my thoughts.
“Fuck, Rosette.” He pants as he pushes his hips forward and only gets halfway there. It’s so tight and feels so good. My skin is on fire. He works his cock in, inch by inch, my body giving in to him with each tight thrust.
“That’s it, let me in.”
Finally, he’s fully inside me. Our breaths are fast and in rhythm with each other. He kisses up my throat and lays his body over mine heavily, giving me the pressure I long for. Trapping my dress between us.
He thrusts.
“Cypress,” I cry.
He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my eyelids.
He drifts out of me and then back in, his eyes tracking all the emotions across my face. Finally, as he begins a slow rhythm, our eyes lock.
Our hearts beat together, pumping the same cocktail of oxytocin and serotonin, so we are feeling the exact same thing at the same time.
If we don’t break eye contact, we don’t stop the flow.
Tony drives into me with purpose and conviction.
We are touching in every possible way. I wish we’d taken off all of our clothes.
If I move, it’s only to find even more of him I can be in contact with.
I only want more. I want more skin on skin.
I wish I could touch him with my whole body.
“I know. I know,” he chants into my ear.
“Please, I want your knot.”
The music continues to play—an R I let his strokes bring me closer and closer to my climax.
I don’t usually come hard during intercourse, but I can still get there like this.
Face to face. Our bodies pressed together.
His hips thrusting into me over and over again.
The song crescendos, and so do I.
Fuck me, coming hard during missionary. I cry out intelligible words and grip his sweaty skin raw. My thighs squeeze his side, trying to get him to stop, because it all just feels too much. But he elongates his pumps.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Please, now. I need it.”
“I’m going to come, Kelya. And then I’m going to knot you.”
“Yes! Yes!”