Jordy #2
“You don’t want me to untie you?” I wondered, letting my head fall back toward my shoulder blades as I moved the plug around. Tiny, shallow thrusts that were more frustrating than fulfilling, but I knew I had to put on a show for him.
“Jordy!” He snapped, the authoritative edge to his voice snapping me to attention and sending a shiver up my spine.
Unfortunately for him, although the submissive omega gene inside me loved obeying and pleasing my alpha, it also loved tormenting him.
But I also knew when he needed to be soothed and persuaded.
Sitting up and straddling him again, I stroked my fingers over his wrists, pushing the silk ties around a bit as he flexed against them.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I reminded him softly, gliding my hands up his heaving chest to cup his jaw on either side. “I just want to know because it’s part of our bond.” Leaning in to press my lips under his ear, I went on. “I love what my scent does to you.”
He let out another little whine, tossing his head once as he struggled.
He was losing it, his skin starting to slick over with a fine sheen of sweat.
Holding his shaft in place so I could slide my own stiff cock against it, I let out a series of delicate little whimpers.
His breath rushed out again, hard, as his whole body arched toward me, his cock pushing up through my fingers.
“Do you think if I edge you long enough and get you to come hard enough, I could make you knot without being inside me?” I asked, and had to choke back a laugh at his mortified expression.
“Don’t!” He snapped, but the heat was diminished by the way his voice cracked on the way out.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let your knot go to waste like that,” I cooed, rubbing my fingers over his cockhead one more time before nuzzling his neck again.
The extreme tension that had overtaken him at my teasing statement ebbed out, and he relaxed a little.
“All you have to do is tell me, and then I’ll untie you.
You can pull this plug out, and have my hole all to yourself, as many times as you want. ”
He groaned, desperation dripping from the sound in a way that had my ass clenching around the plug in me. Moaning lightly, I hooked my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.
“Please?” I begged, one final, simple attempt. “For me, Kieran?”
I knew the instant he gave up. But instead of gloating and tormenting him more, I waited patiently for him to form the words in his own way as I pressed quick little kisses along the line of his neck.
“Okay,” he finally said. “If you really want to know that bad… Candy,” he breathed it out so it rushed out over my ear. “You smell like candy.”
Candy? I wanted to laugh and tell him to stop joking around, but he wasn’t exactly in a joking mood to begin with. And it was a little harder to focus on the intuition granted to me by our bond while I was so turned on, but I didn’t think he was lying.
“Candy?” I echoed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and even a tiny bit embarrassed by the knowledge.
Maybe that was why he hadn’t wanted to tell me, because he knew how strange it was to go around reeking of processed, artificial sugars.
“Ah, really? And you like that?” I asked, a little meekly, as my cheeks heated up.
He gave me an incredulous look. “Yes! Of course I like it. I love it,” he clarified. “You smell so fucking sweet and so sexy. It makes my mouth water every time you walk in a room. I want to breathe you in all the damn time, and you’re all I think about when I’m away from you.”
The conviction in his voice was strong and passionate, and I knew he was being completely honest.
“And it’s not… Weird?” I pressed, though his declaration had already soothed the worst of my worries. “Smelling candy all the time?”
“No,” he insisted, like he couldn’t live with the idea that I might feel insecure about my scent.
“It’s not exactly what you think. It’s hard to explain.
It’s candy, but… It’s you,” he insisted.
“You have the most gorgeous, perfect scent in the fucking world and I could never confuse it for anything else. I’m obsessed with the way you smell, Jordy. You have to understand that.”
And then suddenly quite a few things he’d said to me, primarily times when he’d called me sweet, started to make sense.
Considering it, I decided I didn’t hate the idea, especially because now that he was more open with me, it was obvious that he absolutely fucking loved my scent.
I wanted to know more, but I’d press him on it when he was a little less desperate to blow his load.
For now, I’d just be a good little omega and let him do whatever he liked to me, as a reward for finally cooperating.
“Untie me,” he pleaded, pulling at his ties so hard now that my headboard creaked and shifted.
Moving quickly, I started to undo the simple knots I’d confined him with.
“Thank you,” he panted, hips flexing and bucking like they were out of his control as I finished pulling the restraints away. “Thank you so fucking much, Angel.”
The literal second his hands were free, he barreled toward me, and I found myself face-down on the mattress, on my knees with my ass up in the air for him, before I could even react.
Shuddering from the sudden rush of nerves, I tried to look back at him, but the palm of his hand had a firm grip on the back of my neck to prevent that.
“Not hard, not hard,” I managed to squeak out, pleadingly. It hadn’t exactly been easy working the thick plug into my tight hole, and the idea of having it yanked out with the ferocity of someone trying to pull start a lawn mower was suddenly worrisome.
“Not hard?” He covered my body with his, leaning up toward my ear. “You put me through all that, and now you want me to be gentle?”
“N-not the fucking,” I clarified. “Just don’t, um…” I struggled with how to word it.
“This?” He asked. I nodded against the mattress as I felt him grab onto the plug, twisting and pulling until my ass was clamping down on it and I was moaning.
And then, gently and carefully, he tugged it out.
I shivered from the relief and from the brief instant of gaping emptiness, only to find myself crying out as I was instantly filled with Kieran’s pulsing cock.
All the slick I’d produced while I’d been edging him, formerly trapped inside by the plug, made an unbearably loud squelching noise as he drove into me, holding my hips in place with a powerful grip as he pounded me with complete abandon.
I felt myself turning red all over, but all I could do was pant out my pleasure.
The intense stimulation on my inner walls, already pulsing and sensitive from being teased with the plug, rushed me toward an orgasm, every pass of his thick head over my prostate yanking me closer.
Moaning helplessly, my fingers dug into my bedspread as my abdominal muscles started to flicker.
And then as soon as I was just about to blow, I felt his hand reach around and grip the base of my dick, hard.
It halted my orgasm, killing off the promise of relief and filling me with frustration.
“Kieran.”
“What, you don’t find this fun?” He asked, but the teasing edge was a little lost in the hoarse, aroused notes of his voice.
He kept pumping into me, deep and thorough strokes that had all the muscles between my legs coiling and contracting.
I couldn’t exactly be upset, because I’d derived lots of glee in bringing him to the edge and teasing him there before pulling him back, and turnabout was fair play.
Whimpering pitifully, I reached between my legs, where his hand was tightly wrapped around me. Plucking at his fingers, I silently pleaded for him to let go so I could come.
He chuckled darkly, before pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming back inside with enough force that it sent shock waves throughout my whole body.
He let out a deep groan, his voice cracking on it.
His hips sped up into a frenzy that had my mouth filling up with saliva, and my toes curling.
I felt the first spill of his cum gush out into my ass.
Quivering, I bucked and arched into him, crying out in grateful relief when he finally loosened his grip and stroked my dick a couple of times to throw me over the edge I’d been trapped on.
Unloading in thick spurts onto my bedspread, I murmured out his name as he milked me, following it up with some sappy declarations of my devotion to him and how he owned me, which I knew he loved.
I collapsed onto the mattress, expecting him to follow behind, but let out a surprised squeak when he grasped at my hips and flipped me onto my back.
My mouth fell open and I clutched at his shoulders, arching as he spread my thighs and thrust his cock back inside.
I shuddered and squirmed, my body twitching from the aftershocks of my orgasm and the stimulation of my already overstimulated nerve endings.
I felt his knot start to swell up inside me, just as I felt his teeth clamp down onto my neck, over the scar he’d already left there.
I think he’d discovered a love for biting me when he’d pierced my omega gland for the first time, because he’d done it a lot since then. Never hard enough to make me bleed again, just hard enough to leave a mark he could look at and kiss and lick after we were done, like I was his human chew toy.
Wiggling into a comfy position under his heavier frame, I tilted my head away to give him more access to my neck.
I let his moans wash over me, basking in his pleasure as much as my own as the first wave of his knot passed.
I thought about asking more questions regarding my scent, because I was curious what kind of candy he meant, but he’d earned a reprieve from talking, at least for now.
“I love you, Kieran,” I murmured out, completely relaxed. I purred in pleasure as his knot throbbed and pulsed against my prostate, another hot flood of cum pouring out into me.
“I love you so fucking much, Jordy,” he responded, panting as another orgasm crashed over him, his hips twitching like he wanted to burrow even deeper inside, even though I could already feel his balls pressed against me. “I’ll always love you. I swear.”
And no matter what else ever happened in our lives, that was enough for me.