Chapter 7 Eva
The concrete was cold against my cheek and nose.
My face smooshed against the dirty floor should’ve grossed me out, should’ve been an immediate fuck no when it came to the list of things that I knew I wanted.
But with the masked alpha’s hand shifting to the back of my neck, letting me up just enough to readjust to press the flat of my tongue against the filthy ground to seek out the barest taste of him…
I was so wet that I could feel the slick dripping down my thighs.
The subtle metallic of the floor cut into the alpha’s musky flavour—warm and sweet and savoury all at once. Creamy caramel cut with sharp sea salt exploding over my tongue, making me nearly lose myself entirely, moaning enthusiastically as I tongued and sucked at the ground.
His low grumble, almost a purr, shot straight to my core as he used his grip to pull me back up, eyes on mine behind the crescent cuts of his mask.
I wondered what he looked like.
Would the alpha that’d plucked my strings as surely as a violin be handsome? Did he have full lips or thin? A scar?
It didn’t matter, I knew. The question died as quickly as it had formed as he used his free hand to rub the tip of his cock against my lips, smearing precum over the remnants of my sticky bubblegum lip gloss. I was cursing it now, the even subtle taste of it interrupting the one I really craved.
“Open.”
I obeyed the order with an eagerness that was almost foreign. The excitement coiled in my body more like possession than arousal.
Seconds ticked by like hours as he hovered over my eager, waiting mouth.
I couldn’t take it anymore, my overheated skin itching with catastrophic levels of need. Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward, my tongue licking a desperate stripe along his tip without being asked, lips closing around the rosy head for a whiny suck that barely felt like my body doing it.
The explosion of salted caramel on my tongue was gone as quickly as it came, a rough hand gripping my pigtails making me let out a moan at the sharp, delicious pain.
“Did I tell you to touch?” the masked alpha asked, voice tinged with a growl that I felt from the crown of my head all the way to the tips of my toes.
“N-no…” I gasped out at another rough tug, narrowly resisting the urge to slip my hand up my skirt.
“Then follow the instructions I give you, or you won’t get anything from me. Needy omega fucktoy.”
I’d never been spoken to like that; the guys I’d been with before were more into missionary or the occasional doggy fuck than anything that would require more than an A16 rating in a movie. But this alpha?
He was demanding. Self-assured.
The need to follow his orders hit me like a sim who’d been told to take out the garbage. No choice but to obey, and even wetter for it as the minutes passed.
“Okay.”
Another rough tug nearly lifted me from the floor. “Okay?” the alpha snarled over my whimper.
“Yes, alpha!” I corrected quickly, rewarded with a gentle stroke over my cheek.
“Better,” he paused a moment. “Light check?”
I blinked a couple of times, my mind hazy with the lingering prickle of my scalp. “Um…”
“Do you need to be reminded what they mean?” he asked, voice softening slightly, losing that hardened edge.
I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor for it, my loud whine bouncing back as us from the mirrored walls. “No, alpha…” I whispered, catching my eye in the reflective glass.
My blown pupils stared back at me, lips parted on heavy pants of air, fruitlessly trying to get some oxygen to my brain to make it think of anything but getting this alpha to fuck my face. I looked so unlike me, yet somehow, the most authentic I’d ever felt.
“Green.”
“Good. Open.” That hard edge was back, the alpha’s free hand possessive on my jaw.
I obeyed him instantly, my eyes leaving my needy face in the mirror to meet his behind the mask. My tongue rested against my lower lip for him expectantly.
His hand left my face, long fingers circling around his cock for a slow jerk that made another decadent drop of opalescent precum bead from the tip.
“Good girl, Dolly,” he murmured, using his grip to tap his fat head on my waiting tongue. “If you need to stop, you’ll tap me three times. Show me now so I know you understand.”
It was a pointless exercise. I was so horny that I would’ve let him choke me to death if it meant he’d fuck my still pussy after. But I did what he asked anyway, delivering three sharp pats against the alpha’s leg.
With the mask obscuring his face, I couldn’t see it, but something about the way his scent wrapped around me in response made me think he was smiling.
A thought that fled my mind, along with anything else, as he pressed his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around it, moaning as the alpha’s sweet and salty flavour invaded my senses, making me lightheaded.
“Just like that,” he groaned, hand tightening around the back of my head, pulling at my hair as he fucked slowly into my mouth, inch by inch.
It felt a lot like teasing, the alpha moving in and out bit by bit, giving me a little more each time.
I wanted it all, but I’d learned my lesson about taking before this alpha offered.
He groaned as my tongue swirled over his head on an in stroke, rewarding me with a harsher thrust into my mouth that had me gagging as he reached the back of my throat.
Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening my mascara and eyeliner as he used me in earnest, fucking my mouth with a hand at the back of my head, keeping me steady. I moaned around him, the bite of his fingers into my scalp driving me as wild as the continuous thrusts past my lips.
My body tightened with each gag, fighting to pull away on instinct alone, but the alpha’s hand never let up.
“Relax,” he ordered softly, just audible over the wet, embarrassing sounds escaping my lips. A trail of drool slowly formed until it dripped onto the floor in a soft splash, staining the concrete.
My knees ached from the cold floor, the rest of my body on fire as I whimpered around his thick shaft, doing my best to follow orders and let my body go slack.
The alpha picked up the pace, his soft grunts mixing with my moans into a symphony of sound that had me teetering on the edge already.
“Such a perfect little fuck doll,” he praised. “Now, let’s see if I can break you.”