Page 34 of Broken Heat
My body tensed.
One of Mykel’s hands stroked slowly down my back to calm me. “Just let yourself feel. Do what you need to do. You’re waking up your body again.”
I had masturbated some in the past three years, but this feeling was so very different. I was open and vulnerable.
I focused on Mykel’s body to get myself outside of my head. I had one leg between his, stretched out, and my other alongside him. Our cocks were pressed into the tight heat between our bodies, and every few seconds I felt his throb along with mine, putting a haze into my mind and slowing my thinking.
Our stomachs matched and our chests pressed, heaving with our breaths.
He was all hard muscle beneath me, firm and toned and prime alpha, and he wasn’t taking anything from me. He simply let me explore.
“I think I want to move,” I whispered.
“Excellent,” he replied. “I will respond to whatever you wish.”
Respond. What did that mean? He wanted this as much as I? Or was he just dictating the job?
I lifted my hips, our skin rubbing, damp with accumulated perspiration.
Mykel inhaled in what I interpreted as a pleasured reaction. His head was back. His hand still moved along my back and down to my ass, petting.
I knelt again, my cock rubbing along the inner crease of his hip, and I couldn’t help but thrust a couple times to feel that friction.
I hissed through my teeth.
His hands were on my upper arms now, caressing, encouraging. I looked down between us and saw his cock was so hard it had risen from his belly, bobbing up as if to chase my warmth. I watched it with interest. This was an alpha cock with the amazing feature of being able to knot. I knew the knot generated at the base, swelling into two nodes that kept the penis lodged in the omega’s opening to facilitate breeding. The knot would move slowly up the shaft and press at the head with a final orgasmic throb, releasing the most potent seed at that point.
I was always jealous of this feature. I had seen plenty of alpha knots in online porn, but only ever felt it in person as Coah locked onto me during my heats and his ruts. Beyond that, Coah would never let me see his knot. Though I knew knots could form outside of penetration (thanks to porn, again), his never formed outside of me.
I wished to see a knot. I wished for Mykel to form a knot, and also to knot me. Would I be able to experience it all? Could Mykel even perform that far?
My mouth watered to think of everything I could have right now at my bidding.
“May I touch you?”
Mykel’s head came forward on the pillow. “Of course.” He was smiling. “I’m very aroused. I apologize if I do not last from your touch.”
“You’re ready to come?” I asked, feeling bold to even say such words out loud.
He let out a sound like a cross between a chuckle and a groan. “I have less control with you than I realized. It’s unusual.”
“Which is a good thing, I hope.”
“Yes. Please touch me.” He was asking and giving permission at the same time. I liked that I had done this to him.
I sat back and reached between us to hold his cock in the palm of my hand. So beautiful. Thrills coursed through my body that I was allowed to do this.
The shaft was firm and it throbbed twice, dribbling clear pre-cum from the head. Oh how I wanted to explore more. To rub and smell and taste. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done all this before—but never in the light where I could see and revel in the lushness.
I was so turned on I barely realized what a gift I’d been missing.
I tightened my fingers a little and gave a tug. The head swelled from the pressure, and I knew Mykel was feeling intense pleasure.
I lowered my head to smell him, craving that scent, and suddenly I was rubbing his cock all over my chin and cheeks and jaw. I had to have it on me, in me. I lost track of everything, even Mykel’s sudden noises, and angled the cockhead to paint my lips with his seeping damp arousal.
My lips pulled on the swollen skin and before I could stop myself, I sucked the head between them and into my mouth.
My body tingled all over from that one act. His essence was like a drug to me, and I lost all consciousness for the world around me except what was in my mouth. It was what I needed to taste and touch to wake me up and give me back myself.I was thirsty for this. Starved.
