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A RUSH OF HEAT COURSES through my body. “Okay, yes. Both. Please.”
He looks at me carefully, like he’s not sure I’m really here. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “I’m not sure I can hold back.”
“Then don’t.” I lower to my knees.
“Simon—”
Using both my hands, I pull his shorts and underwear down slowly, cherishing the reveal of his giant, fat cock. I’ve dreamed about getting this close to it ever since that afternoon two months ago. Hell, probably longer than that. But that was when I got to see if for the first time. That’s when I knew I wanted to see it again.
It springs up, protruding from his body and resting mere inches from my face. A small, clear bead of pre-cum tops its slit. I lick my lips, and the fluid begins to trickle out more. I take his cock in both my hands because one hand won’t be able to fully close around the throbbing girth of him.
I had a little bit of false bravado going on the last few minutes, but it’s been replaced by feelings much stronger. Suddenly, every dirty story, every porno, every naughty desire is flashing in front of my brain. I stick my tongue out and lick the clear beads running down the underside of its swollen crown. His desire for me is delicious.
“Oh fuck. You don’t have to do this. Oh fuck.”
I circle the tip with my tongue. “I really want to, Maverick.”
“Christ, that feels good.” He looks down at me and brushes the hair from my eyes. There’s so much going on in his gaze.
He’s spent the last three months respecting me, being my friend, my partner. But there’s a primal side he’s been keeping from me. I think if I can get him to let it out, it won’t wreck us like he thinks it will. I think it will make us stronger. I rub his dick on my face. Lovingly. Wantonly. I need it. I crave it.
“Simon, are you sure?”
“Yep.” I pop just the tip of him in and out of my mouth quickly, like punctuation on my answer. “But Maverick...” I remember that day on my couch. How hot he was for me. How much he liked it when I said I wanted him to do everything to me. Show me everything. Make me his plaything. I want him back there, in that headspace. I use his dick like Chapstick, running it around my lips and then I lick my lips slowly, making sure he sees my enjoyment of him. “I’ve never done this before. Remember? I need you to teach me. I want to learn everything.”
He moans, clutching my face in one hand. He reaches down and takes my hand and wraps it firmly around his cock. It is hot and thick and hard and velvety smooth. With his hand around mine, he begins to stroke, teaching me the rhythm he likes. It’s different from what I do to myself. “That’s it, Simon. Just like that. So good.” After a few minutes, he leans forward and presses the tip of his dick to my lips. “In your mouth,” he demands, his voice deep and husky.
Oh fuck. I like it when he tells me what to do. He slides his fat cock into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating.
“Open your eyes,” he says. This command, made with authority, makes me shiver. “Look at me. Look into my eyes.”
The air shifts around us like we’re traveling someplace we can only go together. “That’s it. Keep looking at me. I want all your attention. You watch who’s fucking your mouth.”
I’m in some kind of trance. A cock trance, I guess. I never thought I would feel this connected. The eye contact with his cock in my mouth is almost too much. I want to retreat but know I can’t.
“Oh fuck,” he says with a hiss. “That hot little mouth of yours...I want to fill it up.” He holds my head still as I swirl my tongue all over the hot surface of his crown. As he starts to roll his hips in slow circles, I let my lips follow the silky-smooth surface of his shaft as he forces more of it into my mouth.
His erection is rock hard, yet the surface feels velvety smooth against my lips. He moves his hands lovingly through my hair, directing me along his cock. It seems to grow harder and bigger as it throbs. I know he’s close. My own body is tingling all over.
“Yeah, baby, just like that...suck my cock the way I like it.”
The words ricochet around my head. I want every filthy naughty word he knows.
“Look at you with those gorgeous eyes looking at me while I fuck your mouth. What a good omega you are. You love my cock, don't you?”
“Mmmm.” The vibrations of my moan makes him tighten his hold on my head. The sheer size of his cock wildly turns me on, but it’s the way he’s starting to allow himself to let go with me that makes my cock pulse with need. He slowly bucks his hips back and forth then starts full-on thrusts, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, stretching my lips tightly around his massive member.
“Oh God. Baby, you feel so good. I don’t want to come yet, but you’re going to make me, aren’t you? Naughty boy. So greedy. Are you ready for it? Are you going to swallow my cum, sweet omega?”
I nod. I want it. I feel like some kind of junkie. I want to know what it will feel like when I take him all the way, when his essence slides down my throat. God. I’m loving feeling so slutty.
“Oh fuck, Simon...Fuck... here it comes!” he groans. Maverick grunts loudly over and over, and the underside of his cock pulses against my tongue as it pumps jets of cum. My mouth fills with him, and I have to swallow repeatedly to keep it from spilling out. I begin to think he'll never stop coming. I just keep swallowing. When he finally finishes, his dick starts to soften, and I lick it all over and let it fall from my mouth.
He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down, and his cock lays heavily against his thigh. Wet and glistening.
“Oh, Jesus,” he pants. “Simon, that was amazing. I’ve never come that hard. Or that much. Are you okay?”
My chest fills with masculine pride. “I feel fantastic.”
“You just fucking wait.”
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I TUG HIS HAND, PULLING him up and wrench his shorts down to his ankles. “You’ve been a very good omega, making me come so hard. It’s time for your reward.” I push him onto the bed and kneel between bent legs.
He’s pretty worked up from giving me that incredible blow job, his body wracking with tremors if I even skim lightly over the skin around his asshole. “Oh, you like that, do you? You like me touching you? You’re so slick already, Simon. You must have really liked having my cock in your mouth.” I rub him with slow, tight, small circles and use a little pressure as I slide two fingers into him. He bucks against my large fingers, moving himself up and down on them, as his omega juices run down my hand. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers. You’re making me get hard again already.”
He moans loudly and continues to thrust himself up and down on my fingers. He grabs my wrist, sending my fingers deeper into him. I stop and bring my hand to my mouth as he cries at my sudden exit.
“Watch me lick you off my fingers, Simon.” His eyes dilate as I savor the taste of him. “So fucking good.”
We get his shirt off and I move on top of him as we grind together and kiss like horny teenagers. My cock is already rock-hard from the friction of his rubbing against the underside of it. Slowly, I start to kiss down his throat, nuzzling the space between his neck and his shoulders and down toward the slopes of his chest. He tangles his hands in my hair and urges me to move lower, so I kiss down his body, savoring the texture of his skin. Lower and lower, inhaling deeply as I veer to his thighs. With each kiss he moans as I get closer and closer to his dick.
“Please.”
“Please, what, baby?” I nip at the skin of his thighs.
“Stop teasing me. I need you inside me,” he groans, his fingers digging into my scalp.
Laughing, I lower my mouth to his perfectly shaped cock, slowly sucking him deep, committing his taste to my memory. Salty, musky, slightly sweet.
His hips are grinding and thrusting up toward me now, his breath getting shorter and shorter. I pull off him with an obscene slurp. “I could suck you all night.” I concentrate my lips and tongue on his puckered asshole, flicking it with my tongue.
I want to feel him come around my dick. “Do you know how many times I've imagined taking you? How I've stroked my hard cock thinking about pushing into your tight omega ass?” I reach down to grip the outsides of his thighs, positioning myself between them. I grab my cock and rub it between his drenched ass cheeks. “Are you sure about this, Simon?” I ask, rubbing his hole with the tip of my aching cock, praying to God he hasn’t changed his mind.
“I'm sure, Maverick. I'm so sure. Do it. Fuck me.”
I growl, pausing with the head barely inside him. “Look at me,” I whisper harshly, grasping his chin and forcing his gaze on me again. “I want to see the look in your eyes when I enter you.”
I push in slow, achingly slow, but I don’t want to hurt him and damn, he feels so good. Something happens in our eye contact. Something raw and more intimate than I’ve ever felt before. He tenses, just as taken aback by it as I am. Something pushes at my chest from the inside, an ache heavy and wanting. I push in and his body goes rigid.
“Relax, Simon. Don't clench up.” He exhales like he’s forgotten he hadn’t, and I ease all the way into his tight channel. Heaven. I begin pushing in and out of him in slow, controlled, shallow thrusts. “You feel so perfect around me.”
I pull his legs higher around my waist to penetrate him deeper. My cock is a steel rod, throbbing with anticipation, but I pause long enough to feel how hot and tight he encases me. His slick walls welcome me, heating up my shaft.
“Mmm,” Simon moans as my cock fills his snug ass.
“Am I too hard for you, Simon? Am I too big?” I ask roughly, pushing myself deeper and hoping to God he says no but still going slow.
“You feel so good,” he whispers. Our eyes lock on each other again, and neither of us move as his ass muscles compress around my cock. He grips my face in his hands and pulls me in for a kiss, digging his heels into my ass and pushing me deeper inside. We grind against each other, not even fucking exactly. Just grinding in this slow rhythm that takes me down to my core animal. We’re so tight together I can feel his dick leaking pre-cum on my stomach. I couldn’t fit a hand between us to jack him if I tried, but I don’t think I need to.
His inner muscles tighten and pulse around me, and I know I won’t be able to go slow much longer. I reach under and grab his ass as I thrust deeper into him. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me you’re okay. That you need it. I’m barely holding on here, Simon.” I’m going to have to pull out soon or I’ll knot him. I won’t be able to stop myself.
“I feel every inch of you inside me and I still want more. Make me yours, Maverick.” He rocks against my cock. “Fuck me like you own me.”
Fuck. That does it. Like a starting gun has gone off in my head, I pound him. I can't remember ever being this hard.
He keeps moaning and calling my name. “Oh fuck! Oh Maverick! Oh God!” he calls out as I slam my cock home again and again until we're both reduced to grunting animals.
He plants his feet on the mattress and arches his back as I hammer into his fiery heat. This bed is going to catch on fire. I have to slide my hands under his back and grip his shoulders to keep him from hitting the headboard.
I’m driving into him like a hammer to a nail head. Deeper. Harder. Fuck. I’m being too rough, but it’s hard to stop or slow or think when he’s egging me on. I reach between us and get a hand around his dick. “Come, Simon. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you milking my dick with your ass. I want to feel your cum on my hand.”
Simon screams, thrashing his head from side to side and digging his fingers into my back as his orgasm hits him full force. My balls tighten, and my blood goes lava hot.
I need to pull out. I can feel the knot forming. Every instinct I have wants to breed him right now. My cock lurches inside him, his inner muscles clamping tightly around it. White lights blur my vision as I throw my head back and roar, pulling out barely in time. I jerkily discharge my heavy load onto his chest, wishing it was inside him. Wishing we were making a brother or sister for Kenzie.