Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Riley
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m straight up running out the back door and all the way to the house.
If I wait for Vee to come prep me, she’ll take her time with my ass, and I don’t want to take my time right now.
I lube up and stretch myself out, my ass in the air and my face in the mattress as I plunge a plug in and out of my tight back hole.
“Now that’s a sight I’ll always be happy to see,” Vee says from behind me.
I twist my upper body so I can see her where she’s leaning casually in the doorway.
Fuck, she’s so hot. Her skin is a rich, deep bronze and those dominant alpha vibes wreck me with hardly a look.
Is she seriously going to make me wait still?
I groan in frustration, turned on beyond belief as my throbbing cock drips precum onto the sheets beneath me.
“Vee, please,” I say, need lining my voice.
Her steps pad softly on the carpeted floor, and I look up at her from my position on the bed to see her thankfully shed her clothes quickly. Her dark brown eyes flash with heat as she picks up the strap-on I chose, a bigger one than we usually use, and runs her fingers over the silicone cock.
“Do you want it to hurt?” she asks, brown eyes meeting mine as she uncaps the lube.
I consider it, my eyes darting between her and the purple cock in her hands.
“Only a little,” I say.
She nods and straps it around her hips, then moves to kneel behind me on the bed. I pull the fat plug out of my ass and toss it on the towel next to me, and then her hands are spreading the globes of my ass apart.
“Look at that hole,” she murmurs, hands kneading my ass cheeks as she pulls them apart, baring me to her. “So open and needy.”
One hand reaches around me and grips my cock in a tight fist. A groan punches out of my lungs, and she pumps me once.
“Very needy.” Her voice is a soft rasp, like velvet against my skin.
She releases my cock only to smack my ass once, twice. One on each cheek, and then she palms them again to rub the sting away. I suck in air through my clenched teeth and my hips push back toward her.
“Alpha,” I beg. “Please, fill me up.”
“Safe word if you need to,” she reminds me, as though we haven’t been doing this for years, and then the wide head of the silicone toy is pushing against me.
Slow and steady, Vee pushes into me a few inches, and then pulls out.
A decadent, slippery slide that stretches me just slightly more than I’m used to. A quick bite of pain followed by bliss.
“Fuuuuck, Vee,” I groan. Her fingers dig into my hips, then one hand lets go and she’s clenching a fist in my hair.
“You think you can take more?”
“Yes.” I gasp as she pushes in further, another bite of pain that’s soothed when she pulls back again. “Yes, more.”
She plunges all the way in and my back arches at the pleasurable burn.
Her hips meet mine, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing.
I’m lost in her, every sense being demolished and remade until all that I experience is Vee.
I pull in sharp, shallow breaths, buried beneath her strong eucalyptus scent.
Then she starts thrusting, a hard, steady rhythm as she fucks me. My nerves light up with ecstasy, and my balls swing between us while my cock bobs up and down. I don’t dare touch myself, knowing that’s risking delayed gratification.
But holy shit do I want to come.
“I can smell her on you,” Vee says, and I tense as my eyes snap open. “So fucking good.”
“Tell me,” I pant. “Tell me how she smells to you.”
“Lavender, but sweet. So sweet and floral I want to lick it up.”
I groan, because that’s exactly how I reacted, too. I want to taste her, the pretty little omega. I want to devour her whole.
“You take my strap so well. Your ass is perfect, swallowing me whole,” Vee says. I moan at her dirty words, reveling in the praise, but then she continues. “You’d look so good eating Sage’s pussy while I fucked your tongue into her.”
And that does it.
Imagining Sage spread out before me right now, my tongue lapping up her sweet slick while Vee pounds into me from behind, has me spurting hard. Ropes of sticky cum shoot from my cock to streak across the sheets as I groan and press back into Vee’s thrusts.
“That’s my naughty boy,” Vee’s satisfied voice only spurs me on as she gentles her thrusts, pulling shivering aftershocks and one last burst of cum from my body.
We lay tangled in the sheets after Vee helps me clean up, and I sink into her warm, secure hold. My mind and body have settled, and I can realize now how over the top needy I was being.
“Sorry for kind of freaking out earlier,” I say, glancing up at Vee from where my head rests on her shoulder.
She strokes her hand up and down my arm. “You have nothing to apologize for, Riley. I’m glad you connected with both of them.”
“I think I was overwhelmed. Excited to have scent-matched them but also…”
“What, love?” Vee smoothes a hand down my side, a comforting caress.
“I don’t know. Worried? Nervous? Scared? I don’t know.” I slouch further into her and bury my face in her neck.
She hums in agreement, but thankfully doesn’t press for more. That was enough insight for now, I’d like to continue the avoidance game, thank you very much. I nuzzle into her, reaching up with one hand to palm her plump breast, and then brushing my fingers over her dark nipple.
“Can I make you feel good, now?” I ask. “Do we have time?”
Vee hums, tipping her head back on her pillow. “Dave is in today. I told him to keep an eye on things until I got back.”
“Sooooo, that’s a yes?”
I pluck at her dusky brown nipple, then twist it into a stiff point. Her hand lowers to squeeze my ass, and I raise myself up onto one elbow to look at her.
“Ask for what you want, Riley,” Vee says, her eyes half-lidded.
“Can I lick your pussy, alpha?”
“You may.”
I lean down, sucking her nipple between my lips and laving it with my tongue as my fingers slide down her stomach to delve into the curls between her legs. She’s soaked, and I groan against her breast.
“So wet for me, alpha,” I murmur, lips moving around her nipple as I tighten my teeth and tug on it.
“How could I not be, after your tight little ass took me so well?”
Fuck. Now I’m turned on again.
She chuckles when she feels my cock stiffen to half-mast between us, but I slide down her body before she can concoct some new way of torturing me. I slip my arms under and around her legs, then nip at her inner thigh.
Vee’s hand spears into my hair and she wrenches my head up. I grin, knowing I’m pushing it, and she pretends to glare down at me.
“Keep pushing, Sour Patch,” she threatens. “See what happens.”
An invisible shiver runs down my spine every time she calls me that.
I love it, love being so seen by her and bringing out her playful, dominant nature.
I open my mouth and stick my tongue out flat, ready and waiting for her to use it.
She softens, nodding in approval, and then uses the hand in my hair to guide me to her center.
Instead of letting go, though, she holds me steady with my tongue and mouth pressed tightly to her.
“Pinch me if you need to stop,” she demands.
I nod, and then she’s grinding into me. Using my tongue and lips and nose and chin, she buries my face in her pussy. I groan into her folds, and she lets out a soft moan at the vibration.
“Do that again,” she says, and I hum, sending more vibrations through my lips and tongue.
She arches on the mattress, and I readjust slightly so I can shove two fingers deep into her, curling them against her inner walls. She clenches around them, and I hum again as she grinds down on my tongue.
“Suck,” she says, voice breathy, and I immediately comply.
I close my lips around her clit and suck like I’m trying to drink up her soul.
“Riley,” she pants, and I look up through her curls to see her head thrown back, chest heaving. “Ri—”
She clenches down, entire body rigid. I flick my tongue against her clit as I stroke my fingers against her walls, and then she’s coming, pulsing around my fingers and fuck.
I will never get enough of her. I take in every detail, from the rhythmic clenching to the light sheen of sweat making her sepia skin glisten, to the way her full breasts tremble as she shudders through her orgasm.
“Fuck, Neveah,” I whisper as I pull away.
Her orgasm-drunk eyes find mine, and I shake my head in bewilderment.
“How do you get hotter every time?”
She laughs. A throaty, gravelly laugh, and then she pulls me back up her body for more cuddles.
“Get up here, Sour Patch” she grumbles, though there’s a satisfied smile on her face.
She tucks me back into her side and I tangle my legs with hers, throwing one arm over her stomach to hold her close. She tips her head against mine, then kisses my hair.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
I squeeze her tight.
“I love you, too.”
A few minutes of peaceful quiet pass, and then I ask the question I’ve been avoiding. I didn’t think about next steps before Sage and Brooks left. I was so overstimulated from meeting them, so happy to be spending time with them, lost in Sage’s scent, that it didn’t even cross my mind.
Now, I’m kicking myself.
“What are we going to do about Sage and Brooks?”
“I got his number,” Vee says, and I startle, looking up at her as a relieved smile breaks across my face.
“You did?”
She nods, smiling back. “I did. Would you like to go text him?”
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of bed so fast.