Chapter 13 #2
Oliver’s nipples pushed against two small triangles of flowery lace held in place by an intricate web of ribbons and bows. The sheer, skimpy briefs showed his half-hard cock, the tip peeking out above the edge. Did I remember correctly they were assless? That, I couldn’t have made up.
“Turn around.”
Grinning knowingly, he showed me his back and ass, checking my reaction over his shoulder.
The lace indeed parted over his ass cheeks, revealing his smooth crease.
“I want you to knot me while I’m wearing this,” Oliver said.
Yeah.
“But first…”
He stepped closer and lowered himself to his knees in front of me. Licking his lips, he ran his hands along my thighs and reached for my fly. I’d been hard since he walked into the room. When he pulled my cock out, it throbbed in his hands.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, “but I really want to try.”
As if I would ever stop him.
He pulled the foreskin down and, holding my gaze, placed a kiss on the tip of my cock. Then another. A flick of his tongue. Torturously slowly, he parted his lips and wrapped them around my cockhead. The softest suction made my dick tingle and balls tighten.
“I like the taste,” he murmured. “The feeling of you in my mouth.”
I couldn’t reply. I was transfixed by his lips moving against my exposed flesh as he spoke.
Holding the shaft with both hands, Oliver took me deeper, his warm tongue sliding down the underside.
A groan escaped me. The sensation was nothing short of exquisite.
And the sight! His lips stretched around my girth, cheeks hollowed, eyes glassy, twin patches of dark pink high on his cheekbones, his hair, gold and copper…
and turquoise lace. Then he moaned, and the sound vibrated through my dick to my balls.
“Oliver, baby…” He must have heard in my voice how deeply I was affected.
Something flashed in his eyes, maybe pride, and he moved his head up and down, sucking harder. He gagged, but that didn’t stop him. He breathed through his nostrils and tried again.
Soon, he was sliding his mouth down my cock, the tip nudging his throat.
My hands went to his hair of their own volition.
When I tugged on the glowing strands, his eyes fluttered shut, and he hummed.
I began guiding his movements, only subtly, and he seemed to like it.
He sucked on the upstroke and licked on the way down, growing bolder.
When his eyes opened again, his pupils dark pools of desire, a sudden wave of pleasure almost made me lose it. The scent of his heat intensified.
“Come up here.”
He let go, staring up at me with his lips wet and reddened. “I want to make you come.”
“When your heat is over, you can suck me whenever you want. I’ll beg you to let me come in your mouth and on your face.” The lust in his features was spectacular. “But soon you’ll want my knot in you, won’t you?”
He nodded, looking dazed.
“Then come up here.”
He stood on wobbly legs, and I cupped his hips as he straddled my lap. I ran my hands over the lace and ribbons encasing his torso.
“Beautiful.”
His creamy skin and the few pale freckles on his shoulders looked incredible against the color of the lace. The outline of his nipples… I stroked them with my palms, then moved down to his belly. Oliver placed his hands on my shoulders and rocked his hips.
“It’s starting to ache,” he said.
“But we have time.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Because you deserve to wait for what you’ve done to me with this outfit.”
He nibbled on the corner of his lower lip, looking all coy.
“Maybe I even deserve a spanking?” Was that anticipation in his tone?
I slid my hands along the ribbons and over his hips, then stroked his ass cheeks. I traced the edges of the obscene panties where they opened over his crease. I remembered vividly how they parted in the back, exposing Oliver’s ass.
With both hands, I patted his ass cheeks over lace and bare skin. It was just a light smack, but Oliver sucked in a breath.
“On your knees, baby. Ass out.”
Beaming excitedly, he scrambled to obey. He knelt on the sofa and held the backrest, curving his spine and lifting his ass in the air.
I stood to appraise him.
“Fucking hell.” The curse fell from my lips, unchecked.
“You like them?”
The barely there panties showed his crack and rosy asshole, the groove glistening with slick, but below, the sheer fabric cupped his balls.
Only his wet hole and the sensitive skin around it were bare and vulnerable, framed by the delicate, flowery pattern.
The sight looked so inviting yet somehow criminal at the same time; it was driving me crazy.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me with these?”
“One time, I put them on and fucked myself with a big dildo, imagining I managed to seduce you.”
“Oh, I’m seduced.”
The first spank was the lightest I could manage. The second a bit harder. On the third, Oliver moaned. I watched his skin bloom pink, the hue so distinct next to the color of the lace.
“That feels wonderful, Teddy,” he said breathlessly.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. A little harder, please.”
I obliged, my palm stinging.
“Oh fuck!”
His hole twitched, the rim drenched with slick.
Christ almighty. I had Oliver, Oliver! on his knees on the verge of a heat wave in this shameless outfit, begging for a spanking.
“When you argued with me in my office, I wanted to bend you over my desk and paint your ass red.” I added a few more spanks as I said it.
“We’ll do that. Aah! We’re so doing that. Teddy! Oh! Oh yes!”
A trickle of slick escaped his body. His hole loosened, the rim puffy, a small dark opening in the center. Outlined by the lace, it drew me in.
The forbidden memory bloomed in my mind, for once free, unrestrained.
Oliver, a virgin, wearing these, begging me to take him…
More slick poured out, and I couldn’t resist tasting him. He cried out when I pushed my tongue into his opening. I sucked the fresh nectar and swirled my tongue around, my hands skimming the soft lace.
Then I straightened and spanked him three more times.
He looked over his shoulder, his face flushed, his eyes glassy, and lips parted.
“You taste of fresh heat wave, baby. Do you need my cock?”
“Five more, please? Then fuck me.”
Oliver would soon find out I’d never say no to him.
I made it quick. Smack, smack, smack … then two more from the other side.
I lined my cock up with his glistening hole. It was wide open now, waiting for me, empty and eager. The silky warmth felt like pure love on my sensitive cockhead.
When I pushed in, he cried out, the joyous sound my greatest reward. I went in deep, all the way to the root, and Oliver sank to his elbows on the sofa’s backrest.
“Can I be… in love with your cock? Seriously…” He moaned, sounding completely blissful. “So in love.”
Thrusting leisurely, I savored his slippery flesh stroking my length. I cupped his underbelly, pressing against the spot where it protruded on each thrust.
This wasn’t a fantasy. My cock stretched his body, invaded him almost brutally, and he moved to meet me, taking me in… wearing those damned panties.
Oliver’s moans deepened, and I sped up. My cockhead pressed against the softened mouth to his womb. He was still open even deep inside.
My vision was blurry around the edges. All I could see was Oliver’s wet skin and turquoise lace.
“I’ll breed you again. Did you imagine that? That I’d spank you and breed your belly.”
“Not… the spanking. But breeding. Yes. Oh, Teddy! It’s so… Aaah!”
My cockhead went through on the next thrust, the flesh deep inside him molding around my cock and tightening. Not yet. I pulled out before the spasms could send me over the edge.
Oliver let out a guttural groan, and his hole clamped on my dick. The orgasm made him arch and push back, trying to take me deeper. I felt his womb throb, and the hungry little mouth pulsated, as if trying to suck me in.
Not yet!
“Teddy!” Oliver cried, needy and desperate.
When I knew I had myself under control, I pushed in again.
“Fuuuck! Yesss!”
He sounded ecstatic.
Gritting my teeth, I thrust into the channel to his womb, in and out, piercing the eager mouth, until it spasmed and trembled, the muscles confused. And all the while, I caressed his ass cheeks over the lace.
Oliver’s cries became guttural. He was coming in waves. I’d long lost count of his orgasms.
My sweet, darling mate. The alpha in me beat his chest. I made my mate happy.
But then he reached back, dug his nails into my thigh, and pulled with all his strength. He demanded I give him my cum.
Putting my hand below his belly button, I thrust to the root. I made his belly bulge against my palm, and the ring of flesh deep inside him enveloped my cock, holding me as tight and as deep as I’d ever been.
My knot swelled in pulses, in time with my heartbeat, and Oliver let out a drawn-out cry of pure joy.
I held him close while my cum filled his womb one more time.