Sixteen
Jess
Adair takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen on unsteady feet. The overwhelming presence of my heat is making my vision cloudy. All I can seem to think about is getting him naked and mounting him, letting him spear me on his cock until we lock together in the most natural way there is. My instincts are running wild; too wild. The last thing I want to do is scare Adair away or make him rethink his decision. Selfishly, I don’t know that I could cope with the rejection.
I’ve no idea where he’s taking me, I follow aimlessly down the narrow corridor in my too-small cottage, the hardwood floors freezing beneath my bare feet. I’m all too aware that Orion and Kito are following behind, no doubt staring at my ass where it’s peeking out from beneath the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing.
When Adair walks through to my bedroom, I blush. With my nest being situated in the living room there’s been no need for any of us to come through here. Even now, being in this room doesn’t feel right. I’m missing the soft, familiar feel and smells of my nest. They’ve spent so much time with me in it that the fabrics of my old duvets and pillows have taken on the medley of their scents. It’s almost as intoxicating as having them inside me.
I wonder if this is how it’s always supposed to be? The way they can make my body sing with just the smell of their skin. I know there’s such a thing as a scent match but it’s rare. You almost never hear of it happening these days outside of the alpha/omega dating agencies where scent profiling is a thing.
I push the thought aside when Adair takes my gaming chair in his hands and spins it around in front of me.
“I want you to sit down,” he orders in the gentlest of ways. It’s hard to think of Adair demanding anything, yet his confidence from a few minutes ago hasn’t waned. Lines form on his brow, seriousness taking over the usual angelic nature of his features. I do just as he asks, partially because I’m frightened he’s a flight risk. One quick move and he’ll be running out the door spooked. The moisture gathering between my legs wouldn’t be able to cope with that. I need him in the same way I need Orion and Kito. Nothing is about to come between me and Adair. Nothing.
Not even when he lifts my pink, cat ear headset from the desk and holds it in front of me.
“Be a good girl and put these on for me.”
I slip into the leather gaming chair and take the headphones from him, placing them on top of my head to cover my ears. I’ve done it a million times but this is different. I’ve no idea what he plans to do with me or them but I’m more than excited to find out. He kneels down on the ground in front of me, sitting on his heels with his hands spread over my bare knees.
“I’ve imagined you behind that computer a thousand times over,” Adair says, his voice muffled through the headphones. “But it’s not you that’s going to be wearing them today.”
He takes the headphones off me and slips them onto his own head. He’s using them to limit the sound. The pink cat ears poke up from amongst his messy blonde curls, making him look even more adorable than he did before.
“I can’t hear you so if you want me to stop, you’ll have to tap my shoulder. Understand?”
I nod furiously, the other two guys standing either side of me.
“And I need your help,” Adair looks up at Orion and Kito but I don’t look back at them. They might be working as a team, but all my focus is right where it should be. On Adair.
Orion leans down to whisper something in my ear. “He needs the quiet to focus, princess.”
Kito pulls back the chair so it’s stuck in a lounge position, so much so that my legs are dangling in the air in front of Adair. But not for long. Orion lifts the leg nearest him and kneels down, setting it over his knee so that I’m spread wide open for Adair.
Adair leans forward, ridiculous cat ear headphones still on his head, and drags his tongue up my panty-covered slit, inhaling deeply as he goes. The contact alone is enough to encourage a release of slick that soaks my underwear and the seat beneath me.
“You smell divine,” Adair mumbles against my thigh, fingers running up and down my drenched panties. It’s nowhere near the friction I need, but it’s incredible all the same. Just knowing that Adair has it in him to touch me like this is heaven.
“Like lavender and warm oat biscuits, like home.” I don’t know if he’s talking to me or himself, I frankly don’t care. “I want to bottle it, keep it forever.”
I wish he’d keep me forever.
His hands rove up my open thighs, fingers tucking beneath the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. I watch as Adair peels them off one foot and Orion takes them off the other. Orion lifts them to his nose and a low growl escapes him, rumbling deep in his chest.
“I’ll save those for later,” Orion adds with a wink, tucking the panties into his jeans pocket.
Kito’s hands appear at my shoulders, rubbing soothing circles over the taut muscles before he starts bundling the fabric of my t-shirt in his large, tattooed hands.
“Better take this off,” Kito whispers in my ear. “Make it easier for our boy.”
The endearment goes straight between my legs. Our boy.
With my panties gone, Adair is free to explore. Thanks to my heat I don’t worry about how I look positioned in the chair with my rounded stomach and stretchmarks on display. All I can think about is how close Adair’s mouth is to my clit and just how glorious it would be if he sucked it into his mouth and grazed it with those sharp, white teeth of his.
The ache starts to build more and more with my active imagination and I know for a fact these guys are going to owe me a new gaming chair.
“I’m going to touch you,” Adair says, pushing one headphone to the side so he can hear my reply. “Is that okay?”
I nod furiously, the voice in my head wants to tell Adair it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Years of speaking with him online, receiving gifts every month, the sheer surprise of having him here in my home taking care of me in my most vulnerable state. All of it has added up to this moment when finally, maybe, Adair might just…
And he does.
His lips lock around my clit, tongue swirling around and around until my ass is bucking up off the seat. He took his time to put the headphones back in place so that he’s in his own little bubble. I don’t mind, whatever he needs to do to make this easier for him, I’m game.
His tongue is like warm, wet velvet against my most sensitive spot. He switches between tentative kitten licks and long, swooping motions. When he thrusts his tongue deep inside me and hums with pleasure, I come undone. It’s impossible to stop it, the orgasm appearing out of nowhere and ricocheting through every limb. Adair doesn’t stop, he drinks down my slick with obscene slurping noises and I realise with clarity that he’s meant every single lovely thing he’s ever said to me. These aren’t the ministrations of a man without feelings, these are the actions of a man so head over heels he’d do anything for me. I don’t know if it’s power or emotions that rush to my head and make me dizzy, maybe it’s just the second orgasm I’m hurtling towards.
He sits back on his heels, admiring his handy work but he doesn’t rest. Bringing his hand up to my core, he runs a finger around my entrance before plunging one long, adept finger inside. He curls it skyward, exploring until he finds that spot deep inside where his knot should be pressed against. He prods and massages that spot, going around and around it until my legs are shaking in his and Orion’s grasp.
I want to beg him for more; hell, I’d pray to him like a god but I know he can’t hear me. His face is twisted in concentration, lips shiny with my slick and his tongue poking out to perch on his top lip.
A second finger pushes inside, squelching as he forces it knuckle deep. This time he scissors those delicious fingers of his, stretching my pussy wider and wider until the telltale burn makes it impossible for me to stay quiet. My heat bubbles up, escaping the neat little box I’d tucked it away in. I’d been trying to do Adair a favour by concealing as many of my symptoms as possible, terrified that it’d put him off or frighten him away. The stretch of his fingers inside me makes that impossible. I can’t fight against the feelings anymore; the desperation I feel is all-consuming and unstoppable. If I could just hold out a little longer, just a few more minutes so I can enjoy everything Adair is making me feel. The delicious pressure of his fingers being deep inside me, pressing against my g-spot and reminding me he’s in complete control of everything I am feeling.
I tap his shoulder. I tap it hard.
Instantly, he stops what he’s doing and uses his shoulder to shove the headphones off one ear.
His mouth is parted in fright, like a startled deer in the headlights.
“I need your knot, Adair,” I tell him. “I tried to hold out, I tried, I really did but I can’t anymore. I need it.” It comes out like a long whine, animalistic and pathetic. I can see the hesitation written all over Adair’s face but I also see the obvious bulge in his jeans. He wants this as much as I do, even if his mind is trying to tell him otherwise.
“She needs you, Adair,” Orion encourages, his bone-rumblingly deep voice uncharacteristically gentle.
Kito still hovers at the back of the chair, fingers tracing patterns across my chest. “You can take all her pain away, Adair. You can do it; we know you can.”
Adair stands to his full, colossal height. His six-foot-six frame towering over me and casting darkness across my face. For a minute I think he’s about to change his mind, about to turn around and walk out and leave me like this. When he reaches for the button of his jeans and flicks it open, my whole body lights up. He undoes his zip slowly, pushing the dark denim down his thighs and letting them pool on the floor.
He’s built like a runner, with strong, lean legs and a muscular torso with sharp hip bones that jut out. Different to Kito and Orion’s larger physiques, but just as fucking majestic. And his cock, fuck! His cock! It’s standing to attention, bobbing against his stomach. As thick as my forearm and covered in a pattern of veins. His knot is already puffy and swollen at the base and the size is at the very least, intimidating. Even in the middle of my heat I wonder if it’ll fit.
“You can take it, Princess,” Orion soothes as Adair steps forward. Kito’s hands move down to cup my breasts, trapping my nipples between his fingers and tugging just enough to make me groan. I know what they’re doing. The breast play and the dirty talk, they’re making sure I’m ready to take Adair.
“Your perfect pussy will stretch for him, won’t it? Just think how good that’ll feel,” Orion purrs, the sound vibrating in his chest and sending a wave of calm across me that is nearly indescribable. Like sinking into a warm bath.
Adair reaches down to adjust the gaming chair, pumping the metal lever until the seat starts to rise. It goes up and up until my hips are in line with his. I realise, perhaps for the first time, that he’s going to fuck me right here in the first place we ever met. The place where we talked for the first time. Where I made him laugh. Where we played games all together and shared so many stupid moments. It’s heartwarming enough to bring a tear to my eye, and so utterly perfect. Kito is still standing behind the chair so it doesn’t move and Orion is kneeling at my side, his fingertips toying with an escaped tendril of pink hair.
In what I can only perceive as a moment of bravery, Adair removes the pink headphones from his ears and leaves them hanging around his neck.
“I want to hear the sounds you make while I fuck you,” he explains, eyes locking with mine, refusing to blink or look away. He positions the head of his cock at my entrance and pushes in inch by glorious inch until I’m sure there can’t be more.
“Look at us,” Adair whispers. “Look at how perfect we fit.”
It’s like he’s talking to himself, and as I look down to the place where we’re joined I can’t help but let my hand wander south. He’s only halfway inside, his knot hard and purple at the base. I run my fingers over my folds and his cock, taking just a moment to toy with the knot that, in a matter of minutes, will hopefully be tucked inside me.
Adair draws in a sharp breath when my fingers graze the sensitive skin of his knot, his eyes rolling back in his head. I wrap my hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck, Jess,” Adair laughs, but there’s a sadness to it. “You’re so perfect, how are you so perfect?” With one rough thrust, he bottoms out inside me, knot edging against my entrance and balls slapping against my ass.
“Perfect for you,” I reply, struggling to find the air to say the words. Adair’s cock is so big it’s literally stolen my breath away.
Adair starts to move, pulling out and thrusting back in so hard that I can feel the sharp edge of his hip bones digging into my upper thighs. I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow but I don’t care, I want the evidence of our time together painted across my skin for the world to see.
With each thrust from Adair, Kito and Orion work to stop the chair from rolling across the bedroom floor. I’m grateful, the last thing I want is to crack my skull open on the hardwood floor.
The more he fills me, the more the heat inside me grows like the blaze of a wildfire: all-consuming and terrifyingly beautiful. Adair moves his body, seating his cock deep inside me as he presses his lips to mine. His tongue runs across my bottom lip and I capture it with mine, the scent of wild heather and freshly fallen rain blankets me. I feel the same safety with Adair that I did with Orion and Kito and I know in my heart I’ll never be able to let them go. Not after all this. Not knowing that they’re the one thing I’d never thought I’d find. That nobody ever finds.
A scent match.
As our kiss grows, he quickens his pace. Skin slaps against skin in the silence and neon lights of my bedroom. The whispers of encouragement from Orion and Kito blend into the most beautiful background hum and before I know it my pussy is taking hold of Adair’s cock and bearing down hard.
I orgasm so hard that I see stars. if it wasn’t for Adair’s hold on my mouth I swear I’d be floating.
With the next pulse of my orgasm, he works to push his knot inside me until it pops into place behind my pubic bone. Adair’s whole body shudders, my fingertips embedded in the skin of his back and he comes with a roar that I swallow down greedily.
His body collapses on top of mine, the chair beneath us creaking under our combined weight. If it weren’t for Orion and Kito, we’d be screwed in more ways than one.
“You did it,” I whisper in his ear, smoothing my hands back through his golden locks.
“I can feel it,” he replies, sounding whimsical and far away. “My alpha, I can feel it somewhere. It’s still there. I’m still here. I’m still here. You brought me back.”
I know he’s crying, I can feel the run of tears on my bare shoulder. “You brought yourself back. You did that.”