Seeing something I’d never expect to see outside of a Tiktok thirst trap more like, but I just nodded. If this was Howlr, I was sold. His smile was eminently smug as he toed off his shoes, then undid his pants, letting them fall free. Commando. I took in his girth, the way that thick, long cock curved upwards in a way that looked very promising, but then rolled up when I saw something I’d never seen on a man before.
“It’s my knot,” he explained, roughly handling his dick, pushing it to one side to show me the swollen red protuberance at the base. “You don’t have to worry about… Fuck.”
I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t an omega, and despite the traitorous pulse of my cunt, trying to push it inside me would just hurt. My vagina didn’t seem to get the message though, promising me a size queen’s fever dream if I just gave it a go.
“But you like it being touched, right?” I asked, skating my fingers across the surface. It felt dense and spongy all at the same time.
“Stroked, held, squeezed, sucked, and fucked…” He hissed. “Basically anything you want, but not now.” He knocked my hand away when I covered as much of it as I could with my palm. “Not yet.” His hand went to his cock, stroking his length slowly. “You’re gonna make me blow like some young dickhead.”
“Maybe you just need to take the edge off?” I suggested, moving closer, then positioning myself on the edge of the bed, right below his cock. He let out a little rumbling growl as I gripped the base, then angled the head down towards my open mouth.
“You gonna suck my cock, beta? Gonna suck down all the fucking cum boiling in my balls? I need you to go slow then, stretch it out. Stick your tongue out.”
Apparently, we were back to the bossy part of the evening. I did as I was told, staring up into his eyes as his hand traced the line of my jaw.
“Well, look at you, beautiful girl. I want you to get the head all wet. You can do that, can’t you?”
He helped me by feeding the cock between my lips, rubbing the swollen head on my tongue, then using it to trace the O of my mouth. He didn’t let it sink in, not until his breath was coming faster and his hips moved on automatic, my lips closing around him before I started to suck.
“No, Sage…not yet…not like that. Oh fuck, your mouth feels like fucking hot, wet satin. You’re sucking my soul out of my fucking balls.”
His hands clamped down on my head, stopping me from pulling away or setting the pace now, his fingers burying themselves in my scalp.
“You want my cum, beta? Well, you’re gonna get it. Straighten the line of your throat. That’s a girl. Such a good girl. I’m gonna fuck that hot little mouth of yours until I fucking explode, and then I’m gonna remove every stitch of your clothing and take what’s mine.”
Later, I’d analyse these words and so much more, rolling them around and around in my head, but not now. Now, I was totally, utterly in the moment as his hips snapped, thrusting his cock into my throat and back again, getting faster and faster. Tears streamed down my face, blurring everything, but I found his knot by feel, grabbing the swollen shape and then squeezing it just like I’d read in all the magazines.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he yelped, right before he exploded.
I swallowed and swallowed, as fast as I could go, but some cum still dripped free. He pulled away, murmuring something as he brushed away my tears, then stroked my face.
“Tell me you’re all right, beta. Give me your words. That went harder, faster than I intended it to, and I’m gonna kick my own arse if I hurt you.”
Did I look every inch the sexpot as I scooped up what remained of his cum and then pushed it into my mouth? His growl seemed to indicate I did. I was lifted up then and pushed back on the bed, his body following me down.
“We were supposed to take things slower,” he grumbled, kissing my face, my neck, then nipping the skin there. “I was going to take my time. Are you sure this is what you wanted? We can stop playing if you like.”
I sucked in a deep breath, then let out a long chuckle.
“More,” I said, feeling free in that moment, completely unencumbered by the anxious spiral of my mind. “I want more.”
6
Well, I was just about to get all the more I could possibly want. Lucien drew me up and off the bed, his arms around me, his lips on mine as he went. I felt sheltered, held close, and treasured as we kissed, right up until his hand went to the small button at the back of my dress.
“Ahh…maybe I should do that,” I said, trying to pull away, but a hand slid down to the space between my shoulder blades, holding me where I was.
“Why?”
It was just a simple question, but the answer was so much more complicated.
Tonight had been some kind of oversexed fever dream of panty melting hotness, but the blunt truth was my garter and underwear was about the sexiest part of what was under my dress. The rest was a beige sausage of highly restrictive Lycra with three-way compression power, forcing my body to take the shape of the hot plus size models in magazines, not my own. Getting out of the shapewear would be an entirely ungainly and undignified process, and once I was out of it…my belly would spill forth, finally allowed free, and my huge tits would sag when my corset-like bra was removed, and then…
Then he would see me.
My heart beat frantically in my ears, my throat bone dry as I swallowed frantically, my mouth still tasting of him, but not for long, I was sure of that. In one short moment, all of the confidence I thought I’d had while on this date seemed to desert me, leaving just Sage behind.
Maybe if I could slip into his bathroom and divest myself of all of my layers, if I could wrap a towel around me and then flick off all the lights, if I could just slip into his bed, sight unseen, then maybe, just maybe…