15. Quentin #3
“As the lady wishes.” I bend crisply at the waist—sweeping an arm toward the open sofa.
She crosses the threadbare carpet and plops down on the far end of the sofa, waiting expectantly.
“So, how many heats have you gone through with this…” She rolls her wrist and looks toward the ceiling.
“I would say pack, but unless they’re somewhere I can’t see, I haven’t seen any—.
” She clicks her teeth together in an emphasized bite.
“And as far as Cazzy is concerned—I saw pretty much everything,” she adds coolly, her eyes roving over my body again.
Looks like I’m not the only one feeling the pressure of appetite.
“They aren’t my pack, no,” I confirm easily, passing her one of the sno balls on a purloined gas station napkin along with a mug of the orange pekoe—the tea bag string and tag still dangling over the edge.
“But I have been through four heats with Frank, three of those with Sebby and Cazzy, too,” I add, taking a bite of the coconut cloud of marshmallow and cake with relish.
Louise’s scarlet brows peak upward.
“Hmm, so it’s become a bit of a habit, I see.” She eyes me skeptically, her gaze traveling down my body with a growing heat as she sips her tea.
“I mean… you’ve sucked Frank’s cock, and you’ve fucked Cazzy. I know you haven’t had Seb or I yet—but I can assure you, neither of us disappoint.” I shrug as Louise narrowly avoids doing a spit take, choking on her mouthful of hot tea.
“Fair enough,” she manages to croak out, struggling to recover from ventilating tea into her lungs.
“What about you, Lou?” I reach out and drape a hand over her wrist—like I might if we had met on a night out in the omega-sigma lounge of some fancy nightclub, just us breeders.
“All of us have seen you in your birthday suit, so I know you don’t have any bonding bites on that perfect little body of yours.”
I allow her to feel the full weight of my gaze on her, my own building hunger.
“I’ve suppressed a bunch of heats, but not all of them,” she sniffs, doing her best to play at calm disinterest—even though I can smell how close to a heat she is.
“I had to do a few with helpers at a sigma center in Boston when I was in grad school, and I’ve had to make do with some pretty questionable situations in the field before,” she glosses over any detailed explanation with a roguish wink.
“So, on a scale of one to ‘face-down-ass-up-presenting-that-perfect-pink-pussy-dripping-with-slick’—how close would you say you are to going into heat, sweet Lucifer?” I taunt, watching her breath become more ragged with each dirty utterance that crosses my lips.
“I don’t know. I suppose that depends on a few things.” She locks in her eye contact with me—one of her legs gently extending, her bare foot coming to rest against my bent knee, a sofa cushion still mostly empty between us.
“Such as?” I tease her, but the truth is I am enjoying myself too much to stop. It’s been too long since I’ve had a new plaything, and my own omega body chemistry is skewing dangerously toward the onset of my own heat; my judgment hazier and hazier as our banter carries on.
“Have any of you ever been with a sigma?” Louise slugs down her tea, her nipples showing in hard points beneath her camisole, her eyes lurid with desire. “Especially you—quite the unique omega… Such a big boy ,” she breathes heavily.
“Has anyone ever locked you up?” she asks, voice smoky and sinuous, our eyes unable to break contact in the heat of the moment.
My breath hitches as I catch her perfume hanging thick in the air between us. I don’t make any effort to redirect the conversation when the little devil tilts her head back—eying me appraisingly.
“All of us boys have taken Caz to the Eiffel tower—though regrettably, he’s not yet seen Paris,” I purr, a new and powerful wave of desire washing over me, my cock beginning to stiffen in my well tailored trousers.
“And I’ve taken both Frank and Sebby’s knots.
” I grin, laying my hand over my strengthening erection; Louise’s sweet-smelling slick growing thick in the air.
“But no. I’ve never been locked by a sigma or alpha,” I confirm in a low rumble.
“Well, wouldn’t you know? I’ve never locked an omega like you,” she growls back, her sigma aura pouring off her in a constant cascade. “Built like an alpha—but still so damn pretty, so lush.”
We sit in the tense silence of the room—the two of us breathing heavily as Caz snores down the hall, mid-afternoon sun creeping in golden squares of light across the ratty carpet.
Louise, as if in challenge, pops the rest of the sno ball into her mouth, a few pinky flakes of coconut clinging to the full round of her bottom lip.
My body moves on its own—before I know what I’m even doing, I’ve leaned across the open sofa cushion between us, my tongue darting out to sweep the feathery bits of sugared coconut from her mouth.
An electric shock races through me as the tip of my tongue makes contact with her bottom lip.Her free hand dars out, snaking its way into my hair before closing into a fist at the crown of my head. A moan, far sluttier than I would have liked, escapes me as she holds me a breath away from her face.
The two of us look at each other hungrily for a split second before Louise crushes my mouth with hers.
Our hands tear at one another, my fingers nearly ripping the gauzy camisole as I rush it up and over her head.
Louise’s hands grip either side of my shirt below the collar before ripping the thing open.
Pearly plastic buttons pop off in different directions as she rents the garment open while her hands move over my chest, my stomach and down to my black leather belt.
Just as she whips my leather and brass belt from its loops, I wrest control from her—flipping her onto her back on the opposite side of the couch—forcing her knees open with my own expanding thighs as I pull at the elastic waistband of her velour track pants; her mesh lace panties sopping wet with slick.
I toss the track pants aside and wriggle onto my belly on the couch—my knees bent just before the armrest of the sofa—my lower legs dangling in the air as I lap at the sodden delicate fabric.
Louise lets out a little gasp as her hips lift, trying to follow my touch.
“Mmm,” I let my lips buzz against her through the thin material, drawing another hitching breath from Louise. “Sweet and salty.”
Another few laps of my tongue bring her hands into my hair—her nails gently grazing my scalp, sending little electric waves of goosebumps over my bare shoulders.
The point of my tongue pushes against the sheer material, doing my best to press as far inside of her as possible; the barrier reducing my attempts at true penetration to a mere tease as my own arousal, dripping with precum, rubs against the couch cushion beneath.
“Quentin,” she pants, irritation seeping at the edges of her voice.
“Yes,” Lick. “Louise,” Push. “Darling?”
I suck at her clit through the mesh and she nearly screams.
“Quit teasing me. I’m getting impatient,” Louise warns.
“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” I snicker, pulling her panties down so I can lavish more attention on her swollen clit.
Without warning, Louise’s entire body ripples—her powerful abdominal and lower body muscles working in tandem to lever her out of my grip as if she were an undulating snake.
Before I can make sense of where her body is moving in relation to mine, she kicks out of the panties tangled around her knees and is suddenly using her arms and legs to capsize me like a boat on the narrow sofa, so that I am now positioned under her.Her right knee anchors between the back and seat cushions of the couch with her left leg swung over me, one foot planted on the floor.
My hard cock twitches as her slick drips in syrupy rivulets down to my balls.
“I’m gonna do this.” She grins—sinking down on my length inch by inch.
She’s hot and tight in a way that drives me mad. Not because she’s unlike any other woman I’ve fucked before—but because our bodies truly feel made for one another.
Somewhere in a hazy memory, I recall one of the lecturers at the omega finishing school I attended explaining how a male omega’s ‘Key’ fits more perfectly inside his female alpha or sigma’s ‘lock’ than anywhere else.
Considering how many men and women and all those in between of all designations that I’ve fucked—for business or pleasure, I have never experienced anything remotely like this.And Louise hasn’t even properly locked me yet.
I let out a loud moan as she grinds her hips down on me. Her slick wells at my hilt as she gyrates her hips, lifting her ass so that a few inches of me are forced to leave her taut heat. I whine my protest, trying to lift my hips to meet her.
When she slams herself down on me again—stars dazzle my vision and I let out a high, delighted sound.
Usually, even with Frank, I find myself topping from the bottom. Not this time—I am completely undone, thrown off my game.
I hold frantically to Louise’s hips as she rides me, something almost like fear gripping me each time she rocks upward, my cock nearly pulling free from her hungry cunt.
“Easy now, I’m gonna take care of you.” Louise’s hand creeps from where she braces herself on my chest. Her thumb finds its way between my brows—making me notice how hard I must be grimacing.
She rides me slow and deep, our eyes locked together like a direct line to the soul.
The thinking part of my brain tells my hands to be still, that my animal desires should be satisfied with this—already a bounty of sensation, of pleasure.
Yet my insatiable omega nature demands that I indulge. Though the heat is not yet upon me, I cannot deny my own secret wants.
I let my palms creep up over Louise’s wrists—where she braces herself on me to steady her ride—guiding her hands to my neck.
For a split second her eyes widen, and there’s the nigh imperceptible flinch of her wrists beneath my touch. Then her lips split into a wry smile.
“Were you jealous of Sébastien? Is that why you yanked me off that fence so damn hard?” she teases, that mean edge to her smirk only making me harder inside her as she begins to squeeze.
I’m not going to last long like this; Louise leaning carefully into the pressure of the choke as she bounces up and down on my cock.
I make a hollow sound somewhere in my chest as I piston upward.
“ Good boy !” Louise praises me—a breathy whine in her voice as her eyelids flutter.
This forces me to lose control completely–my body tic-ing and convulsing wildly beyond my control.
Louise lets her grip go as she throws her hips down; allowing me sweet oxygen once more as she fully seats herself on my cock—her lock tightening around me as I cum deep inside her.
“How’s that?” she croons, sighing and adjusting her legs so that she’s balanced back on her knees—no longer loaded in a squatting position—our bodies linked together until her lock will release my key.
There aren’t even words I can use to describe the sensation, I’m tongue tied and feel almost like I’m slightly drunk—my cock still sensitive enough to draw moans and breathy sighs from me as she nestles herself against my chest—still straddling me where our bodies meet.
I’m about to say something about all the things we’ve got to do once we’re no longer stuck together, but the soft warmth of Louise against me—her breasts pressed against my chest, her hair tumbling over my collarbones and shoulder, the heavy floral iris wafting up from the toss of scarlet waves.
Something about our breathing together makes everything sort of blur at the edges until—without knowing–we fall asleep.