Chapter 7 #2
Without answering, he reaches out and runs one finger through my folds, collecting the moisture there.
He holds it up so I can see the clear, viscous liquid coating his skin.
“This is slick. It’s what an omega produces when she’s aroused.
Human women get wet, but omegas produce slick. It’s thicker, sweeter.”
He brings his finger to my mouth, and I can’t help but suck it in, tasting myself. It’s sweet and a little salty, the texture thick and slippery. He watches, his eyes darkening, and then he slides down the bed, pushing my knees higher.
He buries his face in my pussy and moans, the vibrations adding to the sensation as his tongue begins to explore.
Unlike Marcus’s frantic devouring, Lorenzo’s approach is slow, methodical, almost reverent.
He kisses my pussy like he’s making out with my mouth, his tongue darting and swirling, his lips sucking gently then releasing.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in his soft curls. I don’t know if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer.
I don’t even have time to brace myself.
His tongue is long and strong, lapping at my clit, plunging inside me, licking up every drop of slick. He eats me like he’s starving, groaning into my cunt, his hands gripping my thighs so tight I know I’ll have bruises in the morning.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, hoping for release.
My hips jerk up, and he just pins them down, never letting up. He sucks on my clit, flicking it with his tongue until I see stars. Then he pushes two fingers inside me, unable to go all the way inside as he sucks harder.
I come fast.
My vision whites and my whole body tenses as a gush of fluid squirts out of me, spraying his face. He smiles and keeps licking, lapping up every drop despite my sensitive clit.
“Fuck,” he growls against my flesh, sending aftershocks through me. “You taste so fucking good.”
“I want to suck you. Your dick,” I whisper, hesitantly touching his erection through his green pajama pants.
“Ah, what a wonderful girl you are,” he says as he kneels on the bed, straddling my chest, and tugs his pajama pants down. His cock is huge, tan, and veined, the head glistening with precum.
His balls are heavy and smooth, hanging low between his legs.
I’m not prepared for how big he is.
He drapes his cock across my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth. He pushes in, just a little, and the taste is musky and hot. I wrap my tongue around the head, flicking at the slit, and he moans, the sound almost a growl.
“You are shy, but you must learn to please your alphas,” he says, voice thick. “There are five of us, and you are made to serve us all.”
I suck him deeper, my mouth stretching to fit the girth. My jaw aches, but I want to impress him, want to make him proud. I bob my head, licking and sucking, and he pets my hair, praising me in Italian.
“Good girl,” he praises, his fingers threading through my hair. “Now a little deeper. Use your tongue.”
With renewed confidence, I take more of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head as I do. His encouraging moans guide me, letting me know when I’ve done something he particularly likes.
After a few minutes, he pulls out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us briefly before breaking. “Now lick my balls,” he commands. “They need attention too.”
I lower my head, uncertain but eager to please.
His sack is heavy and warm against my tongue as I explore the new territory. I nibble gently, then take one side into my mouth, sucking softly as he’d done with my clit. The texture is fascinating, wrinkled skin stretched over firm roundness, sparse hair tickling my nose.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he gasps. “You’re a natural.”
Pride swells in my chest at his praise, spurring me to continue with more enthusiasm. I alternate between his balls and his shaft, licking and sucking anywhere I can reach.
Finally, he guides his cock back to my mouth. “Now let me fuck those pretty lips,” he says, voice strained with need.
I open my mouth wide, allowing him to slide back in. This time, he takes control, hips moving in shallow thrusts as he feeds his length into my mouth. I struggle not to gag as he hits the back of my throat, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it.”
His movements become more urgent, his breathing ragged. I can tell he’s close, his cock swelling even larger in my mouth. Part of me wonders if I should pull away, but before I can decide, he’s groaning my name, his cock pulsing as hot, salty liquid floods my mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands, holding himself deep. “Take all of it.”
I obey, gulping down his release, surprised by how much there is. Some escapes the corners of my mouth, running down my chin, but I manage to swallow most of it.
When he finally pulls away, he looks down at me with something like awe.
“You did perfectly,” he says, using his thumb to wipe away the traces of his cum from my lips. “Such a good omega.”
“Umm, I’m glad I did okay for my first time,” I whisper in the dark, and he chuckles softly.
He slips off the bed, pulling his pants back up. He bends down and places one last lingering kiss directly on my pussy. It’s oddly tender, almost reverential.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispers against my flesh before straightening. When he leaves the room, the spell he has over me breaks slowly.
What have I just done?
I lie there, dazed, pussy throbbing and leaking, mouth tingling, heart pounding. I know I should feel ashamed, but all I feel is sated and happy. For the first time since I arrived, I don’t want to run away.
I pull the covers over my head, close my eyes, and drift back to sleep, dreaming of lips on my skin and hands in my hair and the taste of Lorenzo’s cum on my tongue.
Tomorrow, I’ll figure out my escape plan.
Tonight, I just want to remember how it felt to be an omega.