Chapter 55
Chapter Fifty-Five
Robin
Acool breeze rolls over my naked body as Falcon buries his face between my legs.
I shiver as I lean back, enjoying the way the wind prickles my skin while the gorgeous Alpha dips his tongue inside me.
He already made me come hard enough to soak my thighs and his hand with my juices, and now he’s licking me as if he can’t resist the taste.
The sexy, growly groans coming from his mouth make me want to say yes to anything he asks of me.
And when his tongue rolls over that sensitive spot above my vulva, I know he’s about to make me come all over again.
That first time was a revelation.
I’ve … explored my body before, but I never touched myself for long enough to make anything happen. It just didn’t feel … right, I guess.
But this? This feels so right I don’t ever want it to end.
He takes his time, holding me close with his hands and licking me slowly.
He knows what he’s doing. That much was clear from the moment he started to touch me.
Alphas rely on their instincts. Even if he wasn’t experienced, it would feel like he was.
I run my hands through his golden-blond hair, biting on my lip as I imagine what it would be like to be his mate for real. If I asked him to mark me, and claim me, would it really mean forever?
That feels too good to be true.
I don’t want to think about it.
All I want is for the connection between us to be real.
I relax and lean back as he starts to make me come again.
The euphoria that flushes through me is even more intense this time, and I’m left feeling boneless for a few breathless seconds. My pussy feels like it’s begging for his knot, the way it’s contracting around nothing, aching more the longer it goes on.
I don’t even know if it’s possible for a Beta to take an Alpha’s knot.
He moves back, licking his lips.
His jawline is shiny, and his eyes are dark.
“I think I need a minute,” he admits, getting up and turning away from me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask quietly, wondering if this is where he walks away.
I’ve been kidding myself this whole time. He was never that interested in me.
What would he really want with a Beta?
There’s literally an academy full of Omegas on the other side of this forest.
I hear him unzip his jeans as he steadies himself against a tree, one handed.
It takes a second to slip fully out of my pants and shoes so I can move closer.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, I realize just how tense his body is.
He glances back at me, but he turns away quickly.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I could handle it. I just … I can’t …”
I’m about to ask what he means, when he starts to groan, and I see his arm is moving.
When I glance down, I see he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock.
The sight of his big fist moving up and down the length takes my breath away.
It’s so much bigger than it seemed when I felt his hardness against me while we kissed.
And this is how it looks before it’s knotted?
My pussy clenches.
If it’s possible for a penis to be too big, his might meet those standards.
I can’t imagine taking all of that inside me.
Maybe this is why Alphas usually go for Omegas.
I’ve always heard they were built differently.
I guess this could be the reason.
Assuming all Alphas are so well endowed.
I catch my breath finally, but it’s not in time to get Falcon to slow down.
He’s already crossing the finish line, which is obvious by how tight his expression is and how fast his hand starts to pump his cock.
I bite back my disappointment as he finishes against the tree, spilling a mess of thick white threads over the base of the trunk as he growls out his desire.
“Fuck!” he cusses under his breath, standing there, cock in one hand while he removes the other from the tree he was holding himself steady against.
He straightens up, and I bite my lip.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, not looking at me. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just … You tasted so good. So fucking good.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I assure him. “I wish you’d let me help …”
He looks at me, finally, and I can tell he’s shocked by my admission.
“Is it okay if I taste?” I ask, waiting for his nod before sinking to my knees at his side.
He moves to face me, cock still in hand.
“It takes a while to go down,” he explains.
He’s still hard, and there’s a pool of cum dripping from the tip, almost gone.
I open my mouth and slick my tongue over the thick head of his cock, tasting the last drops.
Salty, but also kind of sweet.
My mouth feels a little stretched as I work my lips around his tip, but it doesn’t feel completely unnatural. I move down a few inches, getting used to the feeling and figuring out how much of him I can handle.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, one hand stroking through my hair.
I look up as his tip hits the back of my throat, making me gag slightly.
My eyes water as I move back and try again to take a little more.
He gasps when I sink back down, somehow swallowing another inch.
“Robin,” he murmurs. “I hate to say it, but you need to stop.”
I move back, setting his cock free and staring up at him in confusion.
“Am I doing it wrong, or …”
He pushes his cock back inside his jeans and closes them, and then he gets down on his knees, bringing us face to face.
“It feels too good,” he admits, one hand stroking through my hair. “If we don’t stop now, we’ll stay out here until we’re officially mated, and that comes with consequences. We shouldn’t rush into it. We can take as much time as we need.”
“I’m sorry. I got a little … carried away.”
He smiles at my admission. “I think we both did.”
“Well, sure, but I’m the one who’s naked in the middle of a forest.”
He looks around and grabs my bra and my top.
Passing them to me, his gaze dips to my body, just once, but it lingers there for a moment before he gets up and turns away.
“I’ll get the rest of your clothes.”
“Thanks,” I murmur as I start to put them back on.
Once I have my bra in place, I get up and dust grass and dirt off my knees.
Then, I throw my sweater on and smooth the material down.
Falcon passes me my panties next, and I slip them on quickly.
My pants are next, and part of me wants to not bother with my socks and shoes.
There’s just something about being barefoot in the woods that feels so freeing.
It doesn’t quite compare to having naked fun out here, but it’s still kind of nice.
Considering we’re about to head back to the academy grounds, I let go of the thought of walking around without shoes on. The ground seems soft, and the grass feels nice, but I guess there could be twigs and stuff that might cut my skin, too.
“You can lean against me if you need to,” Falcon offers, holding out my sneakers with the trainer socks inside them.
“Thanks,” I tell him, taking a sock at a time and slipping them on without having to balance against him. When I slip on the sneakers, I’m relieved to find they don’t need to be re-tied.
“So, what kind of food does your cafeteria have?” he asks.
“Oh … Uh. I think they have a bunch of different things, usually. The main kitchen prepares the food, and it gets brought over and kept warm or cold by the cafeteria staff. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” he admits, taking my hand now that we’re both decent.
“Then, let’s grab lunch.”