Page 57 of Empty Heat
My answer did not soothe him. Callum pulled a pillow under his stomach and pushed his ass upward, the movement causing his cheeks to gently spread and show his slick hole which was still round and open from the previous toy.
“I need something inside me again. Now.”
I quickly moved behind him. “Yes, I see.” That open rim came from being in heat. But he’d not had a knot before. Only now that he’d been stretched could his body perform for possible mating.
I petted his cheeks and circled the rim with my finger, inserting it about half an inch.
He grunted. “I feel that. It’s good.”
“Wonderful.”
I continued to tease him. “May I use my mouth on you?”
“There?” He turned his head to glance at me over his shoulder.
“Yes. It will soothe the rim and make your slick thicken.”
“Oh, uh, oh, just the thought makes me want to come right away again.” He lowered his forehead to the pillow and breathed, “Yes.”
I put both my hands on the globes of his ass and spread him so his rim was open and ready. I leaned in and licked all around the opening, then dipped my tongue inside.
He screamed into the pillow. I didn’t stop because I knew that sound. It wasn’t made because of pain.
I licked and sucked at his hole and his hips gyrated in my hands as if he could not hold still.
One of my hands snaked beneath him and felt for his cock. It was stretched and hard.
He was loving this.
I gave a few more kisses, sucks and licks, then reached for the surprise.
“This is a small-size toy. However, we have already determined you can take it. It’s a plug meant to press on the prostate.”
“But you can’t fuck me with it?”
“Just wait.”
I took the toy, which was midnight blue, and gently pressed it to his hole while holding his cock in my grip to ground him. I held him that way because the penis was a grounding force equally for omegas and alphas and sometimes needed to be sheathed. There were toys for that as well, including actual sheathes, rings, nooses, and cock cages, but what his preferences were on those things, I had yet to find out.
I rubbed the tip of the toy over his hole, back and forth, but he was already stretched big enough that I knew it would not be difficult for him to take it.
I pressed it in. The tip was narrowed, but as it got inside him a few inches, the shaft widened. After that there was a gradual tapering until his rim could lock around the end. A handle like a flat oval locked it flush against his skin so it could not be sucked further in.
“It’s all the way in,” I said.
“It doesn’t feel as good as the inflatable,” he complained. “It’s rougher. Strange.”
“Does it hurt you?”
“No, but my body wants to expel it.”
“Just a moment.”
I took a remote device that came with the toy and turned it on to the softest setting. A tiny buzzing sound came around us, barely audible. Bees were louder.
Callum’s entire body jerked, his muscles tightening. His head came up. “Oh! Oh!”
“Yes, it’s made to vibrate against the prostate.”
