Chapter 38 #2
I swallowed. The sound louder than it should be.
Still, Vincent didn’t move. He lay there, like he was fast asleep or simply sunbathing.
With a glance at his face, I then wrapped my hand around his cock. It jerked against my palm, but otherwise, he didn’t move. He just lay there breathing, letting me explore just like he told me.
His cock was warm and soft, still only partly up. But as I touched, as I let my hand move up and down in a light grasp, it grew a bit more. It hardened, growing taller. The head stuck up from my fist like a mushroom waiting to be sucked dry.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
I bent over, placing my lips at the tip. I wrapped them around the top gently and sucked once before letting the tip of my tongue swirl around.
Shifting, my pelvis pressed against one of Vicent’s legs, seeking the friction that I was given. The cage stopped his skin from touching me where I wanted it the most.
Ignoring my pleasure, something I could do even though I didn’t want to, I slowly fit more of him into my mouth.
Inch by slow inch.
I molded my tongue around him, letting his cock slide in further and further until he hit the back of my throat.
And even then, I pushed it to my limits, letting him cut my air off.
I swallowed around him, and again and again and again as my body went into that zone where I briefly wondered if I would die on a cock.
I wouldn’t mind dyeing on this cock, I thought. But as quick as that thought popped up, I pulled off of Vincent, breathing hard as my lungs cried out in relief.
I then, because apparently I was stupid or at least messed up enough, I wondered what I’d be like to have his hands around my neck as he fucked me. As he teased me. As he blew my brain.
“I don’t want to cum until I’m inside you, Charlie. Either I cum with my own hand, as you watch me, or you prep yourself for me.” Vincent’s voice was rough with need, with desire that I had given him.
That was slightly unfair, since all the thoughts that ran through my mind were anything but that.
I wanted this Alpha to take from me. I wanted him to have me. Rough and full of need. Not sweet, not emotional. Just plain full-on desire.
“Your first time with be on your terms, Charlie. I will not force myself on you. I will not be rough. I will be the one you remember for the rest of your life.”
Tears clouded my eyes for the sweetest words ever spoken to me. It tore me in half when my body craved one thing, but desperately wanted the other.
“Please.” A whispered plea. To tell me what to do. To force me to either watch or take action.
I shifted my hips as I sat back, both hands on Vincent. I could feel his heartbeat through his skin. His cheeks were flushed, cock still hard, standing tall for attention.
Instead of telling me what to do, Vincent moved a hand to his cock. He slowly wrapped his palm around it, hiding it from view. Just as achingly slow, he moved his hand up, then down, teasing me. Teasing himself.
I whimpered, hips shifting forward, seeking his warmth. Then, my noise turned more into a whine as I quickly found out that I couldn’t get hard.
At all.
My cock filled the little bit of space, pressure keeping me bent at a weird angle that gave no way to find relief.
Vincent breathed in deep, letting a low grumble fill his chest as he continued playing with himself. He wasn’t in a rush, letting the moment last for an eternity.
“Sir?” I gulped, eyes wide, as precum slipped from the tip.
I wanted to bend over and lick it up. I wanted to take him back down my throat until he came and let me have everything he had in him.
“You know the choices.”
I whimpered, hating the fact I knew exactly what I wanted but was afraid to make the move to take it.
“I can tease myself for a while, but you did an amazing job swallowing me. I’m not sure I can hold off too long.”
Remember where the oil was, I quickly found it. I didn’t care about how eager I looked, or how much of a mess I made on the bedsheets as I coated my fingers in wet slippery oil and pushed two fingers into my anal without any prep.
If I wanted rough, I would do it myself. One way or another.
I didn’t spend much time opening myself up. I wanted to please my Alpha but find some sort of pleasure in it myself.
Tossing the small bottle by the pillow, I moved faster than I ever had with anyone else. I threw a leg over Vincent’s hips, my sights set on one thing.
Both of Vencent’s hands landed on my hip, preventing me from just falling in one swift move. Instead, he controlled my movements from underneath me. He teased me.
“Sir?” I cried as a finger entered me first, opening me more than I did. All he did was smile, his eyes light with so many good emotions I couldn’t land on just one.
Eventually, after he seemed content enough, he pulled his fingers from me, then just as slowly guided me down on him.
He was warm and hard, pushing me apart in the best ways ever. Even if it were slow, I felt each inch enter me, stretching me.
When he was fully in, I pressed on him further, making sure there was no more room for him to leave empty. I wanted to be full of him. Full of everything he gave me.
“Take over, Charles. Take what you want and don’t hold back.”
I didn't second-guess.
I lifted enough that only the head of his cock was in me, and then slammed down a hard and quickly as I could. I let my cheeks hit his skin, the ache lighting me up inside.
It wasn’t enough.
But it would be for now. Because I was in control. I had the power, and I was going to use it until he said otherwise.
With Vincent holding onto my hips, where he wasn’t guiding me, just holding and my hands planted on his ribs to give me momentum, I moved.
I clamped around him, drawing out sounds that I only wanted to hear from this man. Sounds that said he was pleased. Sounds that settled in my gut like home.
Through my half-closed eyes, I looked at Vincent. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. His mouth in a small O, I took what I wanted.
Every thrust became more of a need than a desire. A means to the end.
His cockhead hit the right spot, causing my balls to swell and draw up towards my body. My cock yelled out for release, to be free, to seek pleasure.
“Sir? Can I cum?” Please say no. Please say yes.
So torn, wanting both to happen, I moved, my movements jerky as I soon wouldn’t be able to control what happened.
I could cum. And I hoped my Alpha would take what he wanted from me by any means necessary.
“Cum, Omega. Come for me.”
That’s all I needed. Those simple words.
With a caged-up cock, an Alpha’s cock deep in me, I came. Hard.
My vision went blank. My breath got stuck in my lungs. My channel was squeezing his cock like it was the last thing it’d ever get.
No longer having any strength, my arms collapsed. My body fell against his front, my sperm drying between us as he pushed his hips toward me, holding himself inside me as warm spurts shot from his head.
He filled me, and I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing around him, holding him and his cum inside me as long as possible.
Too soon for my liking, Vincent’s cock softened, falling out of me. In its wake, I was empty and content at the same time.
“You’re sleeping in here tonight.” Vincent’s words were hushed, both hands running up and down my back.
I wasn’t ever going to argue against that order. I didn’t want to sleep anywhere else. And I wouldn’t be able to pull myself away from him as it was. My body was sedated, already on that threshold of wakefulness and sleep. My eyes didn’t open.
I nuzzled my nose into my Alpha’s neck, breathing him in. “My Alpha.”
In return, I got a kiss to the top of my head and a tight hug from Vincent before my brain went offline.