“Watch me,” he said and then proceeded to do just that, eschewing the lift, other students glancing our way as we crashed into the stairwell and then up, up, up until we got to my flat. I forced him to let me down as I unlocked the front door and then there he was, pressing his massive body into mine, his nose going to my hair. “God, you smell so fucking good. Like fresh baked bread and sun and…”
“Ah, I put some body spray on before we left, but I thought it was a citrus blend,” I replied with a giggle, the feel of his body against mine feeling so damn good.
“Not some spray,” he grunted, his hand going to my stomach and then sliding down, pressing me back against him. “You.”
But before I could tease out the olfactory mystery, I felt him nip at my neck, then kiss the small burst of pain away.
“Need you, Lils,” he said, and there was real wonder there. We’d only just met. We’d spent some time playing in the sand, and now? This was a weird ride, but somehow we were both one hundred percent in. “I’ll make you feel so good…”
I opened the door, walking into the darkened lounge room that Soph and I shared. I turned around and faced him down.
“Then you better come in and show me just how good.”
He surged forward, slamming the front door shut behind him before I was carried again, almost into Sophie’s room. I redirected him and when we got inside my room, I was laid down on my brand new bed with all the care of a husband on his wedding day.
“You need to get these bloody clothes off,” he growled, and something in his voice had my limbs moving on automatic. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if I do it.”
As I disrobed, he did the same, and that’s what made me pause, just to watch him. He stepped out of his jeans, revealing every inch of him in the dull light of my lamp and my mouth went dry as a result.
“Like what you see?” he asked me, tilting his head to one side, his hand sliding down. He grabbed the biggest, thickest damn cock I’d ever seen, giving it a few slow tugs. But that’s not what had my eyes widening. At the base was a swollen lump. Not his testicles. No, this was something else altogether. Maybe because I was curious, maybe because I was dickmatised by this freaking anaconda, I got to my hands and knees and leant forward to get a closer look and, as I did, he pressed his thumb down. The head of his cock lowered, ready to meet me halfway.
“Is that…?” I began to ask.
“That’s my knot,” he told me in a gentle tone. “You’re a beta, so you don’t have to worry about it. I’m an alpha, Lils. Is that gonna be a problem?”
A problem!? Alphas were these mythical monstrous sized hotties that roamed the countryside, working the land, raising the food for the city with their own hands. I’d read so many small town romances where slow talking alpha packs met uptight and repressed omegas from the city, that I knew I was in familiar territory. He waited for me to answer, offering me his cock, but not moving forward, not until I did. I stared up at him, my tongue flicking out and then up his swollen length to the sound of his groan.
“That’s it…” he said, his hands balling in my hair. “That’s my good girl. Don’t try to take too much.” He pulled me back when I gagged, trying to force him down too deep. “Just like that, Lils. Just like that.”
I’d given head plenty of times before and while I swallowed, the taste wasn’t exactly something I loved. But with Ben, it was different somehow. His precum had a spicy aftertaste to it, sort of like cinnamon and cream. I found myself going back for more and more, my mouth making lewd sucking sounds, but he didn’t seem bothered at all.
“Fuck, Lily…” he groaned, the hitch in his voice a warning as he jerked himself free. I saw the bobbing cock in front of me, the shaft jerking a little as he sucked in a breath. “No more of that for you. I have other things planned. Now, time to get these damn clothes off you.”
I was pulled to my feet and every bit of clothing was removed, but any self-consciousness was washed away when he stared down at me. I saw his brow crease for a moment before he reached out, echoing some of my tentativeness, then swept that hand up my arm, across my collarbone, his eyes staring into mine as the massive palm covered my breast. My breath caught in my chest at the burning hot feel of it, of his hand, right before his fingers separated, catching my nipple between them and tugging.
“Mm…” He let out a satisfied little grunt as he watched my mouth fall open, a silent gasp escaping my lips. “You like that.”
Was this the difference between sleeping with men versus boys? He didn’t ask a question, just stated the reality and, damn me, if it wasn’t true. Sometimes I felt like my breasts didn’t really work properly, when they didn’t really respond to guys slobbering all over them or frantically twiddling them like they were manually searching for a radio station on an old timey radio. But Ben? He watched my every response and there was something both gentle and predatory about that. Like he was hunting down my pleasure, a wolf on the trail, and bloody hell, he was good at this. As he slowly rolled my nipple between his fingers, pleasure bloomed, but not just there. I felt an insistent throb between my legs in time with his every movement, something that had my thighs parting.
He chuckled at that, shooting me a conspiratorial smile, then I was pushed back and onto the bed, his legs between mine stopping them from closing.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Lily,” he said, just staring down at me. “We came over because Taylor saw Sophie, but I didn’t even see her, thinking he was chasing you down. I wasn’t going to say anything, Taylor being a mate, but…” He sank down to his knees upon the bed, smoothing his hands up my thighs, making me squirm in response. “But I’m fucking glad he picked your friend and not you.”
Before I could respond, he threw himself down on top of me, keeping his weight up on his elbows to avoid squishing me, but giving me enough of it to pin me deliciously to the bed.
“Now, my wolf is going fucking nuts inside me, pressuring me to get a taste of you. So unless you’ve got any objections, I’m gonna bury my head between your legs and lick and suck you until you coat my face with your slick. You’re gonna let me do that, aren’t you, Lily?”
What was I, fucking stupid? I nodded frantically and then placed a hand on the top of his head, pushing him down, to the musical sound of his chuckles. But any levity he might have felt left the moment I felt the first swipe of his tongue. I’m not sure if my previous sexual partners were any good at going down on a girl or there was just something to Ben, but it felt like his tongue was everywhere.
Sliding up my entire seam, slurping up my slick with a kind of noisy abandon that should have had me cringing, but I just couldn’t seem to. Tracing the shape of my clit, teasing it out from beneath its hood, then flicking it lightly in ways that created rapid explosions of pleasure. Then right as I felt like I’d turned from solid to liquid, I felt something blunt circling the aching entrance to my core.
“Yes…” I hissed, right before he pushed two fingers deep, the stretch sharp, immediate and yet just right.
“Need you to open up if you’re to take me,” he growled. “You’re gonna take me, aren’t you, Lily? I need that, to feel you stretching tight around me.”
“Yes… yes…” I nodded my head, my skull feeling only loosely attached to my spine as I agreed, but to what? Right now, it was delirious pleasure, as I felt the prickle of his stubble against my most sensitive skin, his lips forming a seal around my clit, and then he began to work.
If this was being an adult, then I was on board with the experience. Pleasure of a depth, intensity and amount I’d never experienced before washed through me, my hands slapping down on my breasts. My fingers found my nipples, plucking at them in time with his ministrations until his mouth popped free.