After Dinner #2
“It’s okay,” I breathe out, fighting a laugh even though my pulse is hammering.
Her hair falls forward, brushing my cheek. The soft press of her weight feels so natural it steals my breath all over again. She looks down at me, flushed and wide-eyed, like she can’t quite believe what she’s doing.
My hand settles at her waist, thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of her nightgown. The hammock rocks ever so slightly, but I stop it with my foot, finding the best way to anchor us.
The sky above us is nearly dark now, streaks of violet and ember fading into deep blue. Fireflies blink lazily along the fence line, their light soft and pulsing, like the heartbeat of the night itself.
“Alex,” Skyla breathes my name, her voice trembling enough to make the base of my cock throb. She shifts slowly, sitting up until she’s straddling me again, her palms warm as they drift over my chest. “Please,” she whispers, the word catching on a breath. “Touch me, alpha.”
Fuck, me.
Her whisper sinks into my skin like a brand.
Skyla’s breath hitches when I grip her tighter, then shift in the hammock. The world tilts with the motion, and I brace one hand against the rope, moving Skyla to straddle my lap as my feet find the ground.
“I’ve got you,” I rumble in her ear as I curl my hands under the soft curve of her ass. The heat of her bare pussy pressed right against my waist. It’s fucking heaven.
Skyla’s breath fans across my throat, shaky and sweet. I press one hand to the small of her back, drawing her close as I straighten, lifting her effortlessly. The hammock swings behind us as I carry her toward the porch, her legs tightening around me for balance.
She smells like warm skin and peony, clean and dizzying, and I can’t think beyond that.
The faint lamplight spills from the living room, and the floor creaks beneath my steps. The sound of low voices drifts from the kitchen, but it’s distant—like the whole house has fallen away except for the omega in my arms.
When Sky tilts her face up, I can’t stop myself. I catch her mouth with mine. It’s a hard, hungry kiss—messy with need. Skyla’s soft breath comes out in pants, as her hands tangle in my hair.
All I can concentrate on is the feel of her tongue on mine and the pulse hammering hard in the base of my cock.
She clings to me, small hands cupping my face like she’s terrified she’s going to lose me. Her lips move against mine with a kind of desperate tenderness that punches the air right out of me.
The ache in my balls is almost unbearable as I carry my needy omega through the house. I can’t see where I’m going, but it doesn’t matter. My body knows the way.
The hall blurs as I pick up my pace, Sky’s breath ghosting against my cheek as she presses frantic, scattered kisses along my jaw and throat.
Her small hands clutch at my shirt, dragging me impossibly close.
Then she buries her face against my neck, nuzzling me like she’s trying to drown herself in my scent—soak it into her lungs until it fills every space inside her.
Skyla makes a quiet sound—half sigh, half whimper, a silent plea to hurry the fuck up. My arms tighten around her automatically, protective, grounding her against me as I grip the doorknob then forcefully turn it.
Rushing across the room, I stop at the edge of my omega’s nest. Even with her in my arms, all needy and wet, I can’t cross that threshold without asking. “Can I come in, Sky?” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to.
She nods instantly, her fingers still curled in my shirt. “Yes. Please.”
And like every night, it hits me square in the chest—how easily she gives me permission to be near her. I don’t understand how someone as sweet and stunning as her could ever want me in the same bed as her.
It never stops shocking me.
I kneel, easing her down into the soft pile of blankets and pillows, her scent wrapping around us both, thick and comforting. She looks up at me through her lashes, and for a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe.
“Alpha,” Skyla hums softly, eyes half-hooded with lust. “Touch me.” She grips the edge of her nightgown, then pulls it up and over her head. She’s completely naked—thick thighs, curvy hips, and perky little tits.
Trying like hell to stay in control, I kick off my clothes as fast as I can—shirt, jeans, and socks scattered across the floor. Then I crawl into Sky’s nest and settle right between her slick-soaked thighs.
With one hand anchored next to her face, I smooth my other hand up her trim waist, and over her breasts. She’s so small. My hand covers her tits completely, her hard nipples pushing into the center of my palm.
It’s weird. I’ve touched her like this so many times since she came into our home. I’ve kissed her, touched her, and felt her come on my face, but knowing that I’m going to actually make love to her makes it all feel brand new.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, and Sky smiles, sweet and bashful.
“So are you.” Her hands move over my chest, slow and deliberate. Fingers trace the hard lines of muscle and the faint ridges of old scars, mapping me like she’s trying to memorize every inch.
I hold still, letting her explore, her touch both soft and certain. Each glide of her palm leaves a trail of heat in its wake, a quiet kind of reverence that makes something in my chest twist.
Her breath catches as her fingertips find one of the deeper scars, and her hips lift, seeking some kind of friction.
Do my scars turn her on?
“Please.” Skyla lets out a needy sound as her legs wrap around my hips. “I need you inside me.”
My cock jerks at that, and I roll us, forcing Skyla’s slight body to straddle my hips. She gasps at the sudden movement, her hands quickly finding my chest to steady herself. Her wet pussy hugs my shaft as she settles her full weight on me, the crown poking out between those pink lips.
For some reason, it feels safer to let her fuck me. She has all the control, and I’m along for the ride.
“You want me inside you?” I reach up, pinching one puffy nipple, then the other.
Skyla’s eyes float closed as her fingers drift over my chest. “Yes,” she moans, the throaty sounds ripping straight to my cock. It twitches hard against her hot body, precum leaking everywhere.
“Then take what you want, omega,” I whisper, and her eyes flash with excitement.
Skyla lifts herself up, one hand braced on my chest as she reaches between her legs. She rises another inch, then circles her little hands around my dick. Her body shakes when the crown lines up with her soaked opening. Slick spills from her body, falling all over my shaft and balls, lubing me up.
Then, as if a calm has settled over her, Skyla’s brown eyes lock onto mine and she slowly lowers herself down. The breach of her pussy is heaven—hot, tight, and wet. Sky’s breath picks up, the heat in her eyes burning brighter with each inch she takes.
Slowly, the tension in her shoulders starts to melt away, then a quiet sound slips from her lips when her hips fall flush with mine. And I go completely still.
She’s not a virgin. I know that.
But this is still all new for the both of us, and I want it to be perfect for her.
So I wait. My jaw tenses, every muscle in my body pulling tight with the urge to fuck up into my omega’s sweet body, but I refuse to move, letting her decide what she wants to do next.
“Wow.” Skyla finally hums, a breathless sound. “So full.”
Then her hips give a little wiggle. Then another. My eyes roll into the back of my head as she finds a rhythm, bouncing and grinding on my cock, forcing me deeper inside her tight body.
Skyla’s pussy is perfection, soaked and silky and caressing my cock in a way that I fear is going to make me come way too quickly, but I refuse to make her stop. It feels too goddamn good.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I growl as I touch every inch of Sky’s soft skin, squeezing her breasts and caressing her thighs, before gripping her hips. I drag her body back and forth, faster. Harder.
Every forward motion makes Skyla gasp and moan as her head tips back, baring her pretty throat to me. I stare up at her, savoring the absolute perfection of this moment. Her taste, her scent, the feel of her cunt squeezing me so tight I fear I might die from pleasure.
“That’s it.” I feel her pussy begin to tighten. “Come on that cock.” I move one hand between her legs and rub her swollen clit with my thumb. Her legs instantly tense, and her breath catches.
“Don’t stop,” she begs as her nails dig into my skin as she moves her hips faster, making her little tits bounce. Then a wild sound rips from her throat as her pussy begins to flutter.
Slick gushes all around my shaft, making a mess of both of us.
Unable to hold back, I grip her hips hard, then fuck up into her, chasing my own release.
It begins as a tingle at the base of my spine, then shoots through my cock like a thunderbolt.
I squeeze her sweet curves, forcing her to grind down hard, taking me deeper as my cock pulses relentlessly, filling her up with my release.
For a moment, my vision goes white. It’s been so long since I've fucked a woman, I forgot how tight they feel when they come. Every inch of her cunt—the walls, her cervix, even her pussy lips—clamp down on me, milking the seed right out of my balls.
Skyla’s moans turn to whimpers, the sounds shaky as she rests her hands on my chest, letting her upper body sag slightly. She smells so sweet filled with my cum, it’s dizzying.
I’m still catching my breath when awareness prickles my skin. Glancing over, I find Knox leaning against the doorframe.
He’s shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his hard cock tenting the front, but he somehow still looks so relaxed. His arms are crossed, one shoulder braced against the wood, that usual unreadable expression hovering somewhere between affection and fire.
Skyla shifts in my lap, following my line of sight. When she sees our pack alpha, her whole face goes red. The tips of her ears, too. I should probably say or do something to settle the spike of embarrassment that radiates off her, but she’s too damn pretty, all flushed and sweaty.
“Did you fill her up?” Knox asks me as he takes a single step into the room, then another, stopping at the foot of the bed.
“Oh, yes,” I pant, flexing my hips up. Cum and slick gush around my semi-hard cock, making Skyla gasp. “You should feel how full she is.”
“Is that okay with you, omega?” Knox asks, but his hands are already on his belt, slowly unbuckling it. “Do you want me in your nest with you and Alex?”
Skyla ducks her head, and for a second, I’m scared she’s going to refuse to let Knox enter her nest, but then, like the good little omega she is, she lets out a soft, “Yes.”
Dark excitement flashes in Knox’s eyes as he strips completely down, freeing that big beautiful cock. His heavy weight dips the mattress as he moves into place behind Skyla, straddling my legs. Excitement pounds in my chest, making my cock grow thick once again.
Knox brushes his fingers over Sky’s bare shoulder before trailing down her arm. She shivers, and her pussy clenches around my shaft.
“Do you want me to fuck that sweet pussy while Alex is still buried deep inside you?” Knox growls softly, the sound vibrating like warm thunder. “Do you need to be stuffed?”
I expect Skyla to give another shy, mumbled response—maybe even avoid answering altogether—but instead, her eyes spark with an undeniable fire. Her chest rises a little faster, and a grin tugs at her lips as she glances over her shoulder at Knox.
“Yes,” she says in a firm, throaty purr. “Stuff me.”