Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Silva
Syrus’ usually mild scent feels like it’s all around me as I ever so slowly tease him by spitting on his cock and following the saliva down to his root as I swallow him down. His groan is deep and delicious as his hands get lost in my curls and his hips rise to pull me closer to his pelvic bone.
I don’t actually like to give oral. My experiences have been demeaning and soulless, because the alphas of my past have used me as a disposable cum toy.
But Syrus? God, this beta’s every touch cherishes me. His fingers press into my skull without hurting me, and I find myself wanting to pull more of those soul deep groans from him.
“Fuck, that’s the way, baby,” he gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
My fingers dig into his ass as I swallow around his cock, groaning at how good he tastes. There’s something to be said about consent, and the power there is in making a man fall apart for you.
We’re both still partially dressed. The band of my bra is digging into my ribs, but I’m too busy to fix it. My hand moves between my thighs to rub my clit, desperate to come again as I suck on Syrus like he’s my favorite flavor of ice cream.
“Get yourself off with me, Spitfire. Rub that greedy little clit. God, yes. Use your teeth, love.”
My eyelids grow heavy with his words, and I lightly skim my teeth over his sensitive skin. His cock is thick enough that it splits my mouth wide. Saliva slides down his shaft to pool around his balls, and I move the hand on his ass to play with them.
The two of us are writhing and moaning, and his muscles are tensing and shaking as he gets closer to the edge of his release. I mewl as I shove two of my fingers into my cunt, pissed they aren’t as thick as his.
Syrus Lynch is addicting, and masturbating isn’t going to be the same after this. I have a feeling he’s going to spoil me.
“I’m close,” he warns me. “Get there.”
I can’t help the way I’m wired. I’m learning what I like after years of being forced, and on a whim, I gag myself on his cock as I pinch my clit.
My hand squeezes his balls as I milk his cock, and I deeply enjoy his reaction.
Syrus yells as his hands fist my hair almost to the point of pain as he comes, and I tumble over the edge with him as I shudder and swallow his cum.
“Holy fuck nuggets,” he gasps, making my lips curl up as I pull off his cock. “Come here. I don’t want to be done yet. Show me the mess you made with your fingers and the cum on your tongue. I want to clean you up.”
“Yeah?” I tease him, showing him my fingers as I stand and crawl into his lap.
“Your makeup is made of witchcraft,” he says in awe. “Mascara is perfect, lipstick isn’t fucked up at all. Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
The fact that he’s this competitive with my smudge proof makeup is kind of hysterical to me. I have to admit that I only buy the best products since it can be hard to get deliveries here when it snows.
Syrus kicks out of his shoes and clothes, and neither of us pay attention to where it flies. Deftly unhooking my bra, he tosses it aside, kissing where the band dug into my rib cage. He smoothly grabs my hand, smearing my slick all over my breasts before licking them clean.
I can’t help but be amused…right up until he begins to suck and tease my breasts. His teeth pull at my nipples, and his arms hold me in place as I moan.
“I love all the pretty sounds you make,” he murmurs. Syrus hisses as I slide along his cock which I’m currently sitting on. “Fuck, I didn’t invite you over to have sex with you, I swear.”
“Hmm. You have a thick, heavy cock, and unless I’m mistaken, it’s really excited that I’m here,” I murmur, leaning forward to kiss him. “Unless you’re opposed, I really want to ride you like a pogo stick.”
Syrus stares at me for a full beat before his hand grabs my ass and he holds my weight as he stands up.
“Where are we going?” I ask as he begins stalking through the house.
“I want our first time together to be in my bed, so my sheets smell like you afterward,” he grunts, kicking his door open with his foot. “Plus, I really wasn’t planning on this. The condoms are in here.”
It’s refreshing that he didn’t ask me on a date with the expectation that he’d get me in bed.
“You’re a different kind of breed,” I mutter under my breath.
“Please continue to tell me that I was raised right often,” he grins, climbing into the bed and laying me down. “You sure about this?”
“Do bears shit in the woods?” I ask.
“I actually don’t know if they do or not,” he snorts, reaching over to the nightstand to pull out a box of condoms. There’s a receipt taped to it, and I raise my brow as he shrugs.
“I buy them and replace them when they expire. This is the third box I’ve bought, and the other two expired without ever being opened.
I’m clean and haven’t had sex in years. No interest.”
The unspoken “until you” lays heavy between us, and I grab his hand and pull him back down to kiss him. Taking a deep breath, I take the plunge.
“It’s been a really long time for me,” I say. “We, ah, may need to take it a little slow so you’ll fit, even though I’m an omega.”
“Oh, I didn’t plan on fucking you yet,” he smirks, scooting down my body. Syrus sees my socks as I press my feet on the bedspread, and chuckles as he pulls them off and tosses them onto the floor.
I think finding my clothes later may be an issue, but that’s a problem for later.
Getting comfortable, Syrus pushes my legs up so they’re near my chest before making me squeal as he licks from my asshole to my clit. My hands fist the blankets as he eats me to filth, and he’s only happy when I’ve screamed out my fourth orgasm of the day.
“Damn, you’re so incredible,” he groans, getting up to massage my legs as he releases them.
His beard and face are covered in slick, and I can see where I’ve squirted onto his neck as well.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch him, and I pout as his cock bobs proudly in front of him. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
Reaching for the condom box, I open it before pulling one out and tossing it to him. Syrus barks out a laugh as he tears the packet open and I watch greedily as he rolls the condom down his shaft.
I’m so wet it’s ridiculous, and he grabs my waist to pull me on top of him as he lays on the bed, away from the puddle I’ve made.
“Don’t apologize for your mess,” he growls when I open my mouth to do just that.
Instead, I reach between us and lift my body up so I can notch his cock at my entrance.
“I won’t,” I promise, sinking down his shaft slowly. I gasp as his fingers grip my hips, and his jaw grinds together as he helps me.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his lashes fluttering as he watches me. “You’re so fucking tight. Take it slow, Spitfire. Please don’t break my dick.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I squeak out. I feel very full and stretched as I ride his cock with it halfway inside of me to help him slide further in.
I’ve actually never been on top before, but I’m enjoying the position. His cock is dragging along my nerve endings with every movement, pulling sounds of enjoyment out of me as if by force.
“That’s it,” he praises me, threading his fingers in mine, while his other hand stays on my hip. “It’ll fit. Fuck, you’re doing so well, Silva.”
I love the way he says my name. It’s almost said as a prayer. His feet are pressed against the bedspread, his legs splayed as I ride his cock.
A whisper of worry fills me that he may not fit, but I’m an omega.
I’m meant to take a knot, and I have taken them.
It’s like my body has forgotten this, even though I use small knotted toys during my heat.
Syrus is definitely bigger than that though.
I think I have a bone to pick with sex toy companies.
“Syrus,” I whine, and he leans up to kiss me and he tilts his hips, pulling me down his shaft. “Oh fuck me.”
“I am, Spitfire. Relax your muscles, baby. That’s it. You’re taking me so well,” he praises.
I feel my skin warm as I flush from his words, and kiss him back as I focus on his lips. The stretch is almost painful as I rock my hips as I ride his cock, but it’s worth it as he rolls me over onto my back once he’s seated deeply inside of me.
“Such a good little omega,” he rasps, kissing my nose. It’s not said in a derogatory way, and I can’t help the tears of gratitude I feel.
God, I think I’m going to cry over good dick and a really amazing man.
“Mmm. None of that unless you’re crying over another orgasm,” he says, kissing my tears and eyelids. “There’s no one else but us. Stay with me.”
My fingers trail over his back and corded muscles until they get lost in his hair. I’ve officially ruined his perfectly set style, and I’m pretty proud of it.
“Just us,” I promise, pulling him closer. His lips tease and his teeth nip as he kisses me, and I can taste my slick on his tongue as he deepens the kiss.
His hips move slowly, making me moan as my body begins to heat. It feels as if he’s stroking places deep inside of me that have never been touched before. Syrus lifts my leg onto his shoulder as he props himself on his forearm, his thrusts getting a little rougher to make my tits bounce.
It feels amazing, and he holds my hand as he fucks me into the mattress.
“You’re strangling my cock,” he confesses, his eyes blown with desire. “I love how pretty you look all mussed up. Reach between us and rub your clit, baby.”
“Only if you fuck me harder,” I whisper. I’m not going to break, not now that he’s made sure that the past stays there. I keep my eyes on his as I move the hand that was in his hair between my legs.
My clit is sensitive, and I hiss as I rub it.
“Just one more,” he begs, kissing me again as he pulls his dick out and then plunges back inside of me.
The bite of pain makes me scream, but the frisson of pleasure right after makes my toes curl. The sound of skin slapping together and our sex are the only things that matter as my free leg wraps around his waist to dig my heel into his ass.
“Is that your way of suggesting that I not stop,” he asks, amused as he kisses my breath from my lungs.
“Never stop,” I whine, feeling my walls beginning to clench around me.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, his eyes going soft and wanton. There’s nothing sexier than this. Syrus fully knows that my pussy is going to wreck him, and he’s ready for it. “I don’t plan to.”
My fingers continue to rub my clit as he begins to twist his hips, making my pussy explode around him as I come with a cry. His dick twitches as he fills the condom, and I can feel the heat of his cum as he thrusts once more, his body strung tightly.
Breathing hard, his body collapses on me, his face burying in my neck as we struggle to catch our breath. Syrus kisses my neck, trying to keep his weight off me as he pushes himself up. We’re both sweating, and he smiles down at me happily.
God, how I caught this man’s eye is beyond me.
“As soon as my muscles start working again, I promise to get you dessert,” he says, his voice cracking as he huffs out a laugh.
“Did I break you?” I tease, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Oh yes. I’m broken for anyone else,” he confesses, making my lips part in surprise. “Silva, I’ve been waiting to ask you out for a long time. I just didn’t know if you were ready for me.”
“Will I ruin the moment if I say I’m ready but may fuck this up at some point?” I ask softly.
“We’re human, baby. We’ll figure it out. Talk to me, though. I haven’t mastered the art of reading minds.”
I hiss as I feel him pull out of my cunt, and he winces apologetically.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, walking to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
Syrus comes back with a wet cloth, and I’m not sure what he’s doing until he pulls open my legs to clean me up. It’s warm and it feels really good since I’m sore.
“Let me pull off the bedspread and we’ll hang out in bed while we recover,” he murmurs.
Since the blanket is pretty soaked, I get up, watching as he pulls it off and drops it in a corner along with the cloth. Getting under his sheets, I watch as he walks out, probably for brownies and ice cream.
Laying against the pillows, I go over the last couple of hours, amazed that the sun is already down.
“I warmed it up a little,” Syrus says, climbing back into bed with bowls of dessert. “Want to watch a movie?”
Yeah, this is the best date I’ve ever been on, not to mention my first ever.
“Sure,” I reply, taking a bite of brownie with some ice cream. I moan as the cocoa hits my taste buds. It’s fudgey, soft, and the coolness of the vanilla ice cream is perfect. “Wow.”
“Make sex noises like that, and I’ll just keep having to feed you,” he teases, turning on the television and finding a movie.
I glance at him because it’s one of my favorites, and he shrugs.
“You Got Mail is a movie you like, right?” he asks.
“Stalker,” I laugh. “Also, please don’t threaten me with a good time. This brownie is amazing.”
“I’ll feed you any time, Spitfire,” he grins.
Snuggling beside me, we watch Meg Ryan sass Tom Hanks.
Best date ever.