And with his gently insistent tone I did just that, the sounds of birds chirping and the wind in the gum trees around us filling my ears, right before I exploded.
So I could see why people described skydiving as an aphrodisiac because I was so much more responsive than normal when I came. That feeling, of free falling out of a plane, the world rushing up to meet me, ready to smash me against its surface as punishment for playing with gravity. But then the parachute was deployed and it was all sweetness. Relief, pleasure, excitement, bliss. My breath came in rapid little pants as Damon carried me through one orgasm, then when I was still soft and sensitive, played my body gently to make it think another might be worthwhile.
I let out a cry when those fingers were removed, and he just shushed me.
“Never fear. You’ll not go unsatisfied with me,” he said, pulling me closer, the hard length of his cock grazing my sensitive pussy. “I can guarantee that. But little beta, you went into the forest with the big bad wolf. That requires an answer.”
When he grinned, I shivered, seeing those fangs flashing now, his silver eyes making him look alien and remote.
“I told you I wasn’t the good guy my brother tries to be.” His voice was a low possessive growl now. “But bad boys have their uses too.” I watched him drop down with a shiver, then press a kiss to my inner thigh as he stared up at me. “Watch me eat you, beta. Watch me devour the sweet little pussy I’ve been scenting all fucking day. You take your eyes off me and my mouth goes away.”
But he told me to be irresponsible today. That was the point, wasn’t it? So I didn’t care too much about what he wanted, or his comfort, as I reached out and dug my hands into his hair.
“Fuck, yes, baby…” he hissed, as I dragged his face right where I wanted it.
He took over. Of course, he did, being a bloody alpha. His hands went under my hips, cupping me like I was a dish he’d drink from. And drink he did. His tongue bathed my entire nether region, his mouth sucking up all the slick he could find. But that just produced more.
At first, his tongue was perfect. Softer, gentler than his persistent fingers, it made my over-sensitised flesh sing. He traced, teased my clit, my core, reminding me of the pleasures I could experience. Until finally too sensitive became not sensitive enough. My grip tightened, my hips shifted, grinding my cunt into his face, and he pulled away with a chuckle, his chin shiny with me.
“I got you all soft and sweet, then wound you tighter again.” I nodded furiously in response, feeling like I was hanging on the precipice of something. “Made you needy.” Another sharp nod and a dark look his way, but he just smiled. “That’s the way I like a woman best. No acting, no ideas about what they’re supposed to be riding them. And needing me, needing what I have to give them.”
His hand shook slightly as he wrapped it around his cock, then pressed the head against me.
“Yess…” I hissed, trying to shuffle closer and close the gap between us, but he held me off.
“You need this?” I felt the heavy drag of his cock through my folds. “You need me?”
There was more to his words, a strange vulnerability that hadn’t shown up, not until now. I nodded.
“You feeling an ache deep inside you, one only I can soothe?”
“Damon, you know—”
“I do, beta.” He grinned then, his eyes glittering. “That’s our blessing and our curse. I could feel what you needed the day we met in your shop. I felt the burdens that were weighing you down. I wanted to brush aside those little old ladies or run around after them myself, so you could just sit down and rest like the queen you are.”
I hissed, barely able to perceive what he was saying as he dipped his cock inside me, just a little, pulsing back and forth in a way that made me growl for more.
“Just like I know you need my knot. But you’re not gonna get it.”
I cried out in loss when he pulled away from me, but he dropped down to his knees, shoving his fingers back inside me and then curling them, an approximation of his knot. But his lips closed around my clit before I could even protest, tugging on it with long languid sucks.
“Fuck, Damon…” I threw my head back, staring at the trees and the sky we’d just sailed down from, but not really seeing any of it at all. All I could feel, sense, perceive was him.
My fingers buried themselves in his hair, half stroking, half grabbing, urging for more. And more I got. Another finger was forced in, giving me that hard stretch I craved and then he let out a low muffled growl. That hungry sound, punctuated by lewd slurps, that vibration. It was all I needed to throw me off the edge of responsibility and into bliss.
“Damon… Damon…” I panted his name out as he sucked, then licked me through each spasm tearing through my body, but as I was shuddering through the aftershocks, he got to his feet.
He leant over me and part of me liked that very much, that big alpha body sheltering mine. But his hand worked and I glanced down to catch him stroking his cock, then erupting all over me, his cum feeling molten hot everywhere it landed. And if that wasn’t enough, his fingers trailed through it, smearing it all over me, marking me in the most primitive of ways, before pushing his fingers back inside me.
“You didn’t ask if I was on birth control,” I asked in a shaky voice, feeling like all the different parts of me had fractured under his ministrations.
“No, I didn’t,” he said, massaging his cum stained fingers inside me. “Because I don’t care. Part of me wants you to stay free and easy, to learn how to let loose again, but the other?” His eyebrow jerked up, his eyes still perfectly silver. “He likes the idea of you being all swollen and round with my cub, my brothers’ cubs. He likes that a whole lot.”
When we caught our breath,put our clothes back to rights, it all came back. I saw the car, the trees with fresh eyes. I could hear the traffic rushing past not far away from us and wondered how many people caught sight of what we got up to, then inspected the bonnet to see if we’d scratched or dented it.
“It all comes back too damn fast,” Damon said with a shake of his head. “But I’m glad you were able to take a step away from all the bullshit with me, even if it wasn’t for long.”
I went to grab my phone, suddenly paranoid that Taylor had been trying to ring me with some emergency, but Damon stopped me, swooping in and kissing me with lips that tasted of my pussy. My hands reached for him, my arms wrapping around his neck until he pulled abruptly away.