Page 56 of Broken Heat
Elon bounced on the bed, his knees bending, spreading, his hand going eagerly to his cock.
I got on the bed on my own knees between his legs and bent my head, my hands on the insides of his thighs as if I could get him to spread more.
“Keep holding that stiff penis. I want to suck on it.”
He gasped. His hand shook a little, and the head wavered before me.
I trapped it in my mouth in seconds, sucking down. I sucked him hard and fast. I wasn’t playing. I wanted my omega’s juice inside me so I could be marked in return. I’d filled him up. This was how I fed, how I took what was mine in return.
He wiggled his hips and I pulled off with a wet suck to the head, tonguing the dripping slit, and said, “Don’t move.”
The darling man before me tried to obey. I know he did. With all his strength. But he just couldn’t quite manage.
I pressed hard into his inner thighs, making him moan. I pulled up and said, “Don’t let that pretty stiff penis go. Hold it tight for me at the base. Feed it to me.”
I sucked him down again and again until I felt him tense and strain. His moans filled the room.
“Mykel.” He breathed out slow but hard. “Mykel!”
I pulled up and licked the head of his cock. “Hold it firm.” I sucked on the head hard while my tongue probed his pee-hole.
“Uhn. Uhn. Mykel, I’m going to come!”
In rut, I preferred dirtier words like spurt and squirt and gush. “Let it squirt,” I said, and sucked him down.
I felt the bulge of his head against the roof of my mouth, and then the firm, hard spurts. I drank him like he was milk and I was starved. I drank and tugged on him with my mouth until he begged me in a sobbing tone to stop.
I had his essence inside me now. It was what I’d needed. I was ready to go again.
I turned him on the bed.
He eagerly rolled over and presented me with the classic omega breeding pose, head down, chin on the pillow, hips up, back arched. Only his bent knees held him in place. He’d reached behind himself and pulled back his cheeks with his own hands. Not even having to be told.
“I’m going to push hard inside you again, omega!”
“Yes, please.”
I grabbed my rigid cock and aimed for that pretty bleached hole, all pink and glistening. He was slick at the rim. The hole was round and open for me. Some omegas needed stretching. But Elon seemed to be natural at controlling this. When aroused, his muscles bore down in a way to cause the rim to widen. It was open and round and waiting for me.
“I need to be inside you, so it won’t be slow.”
“I need your cock, alpha! Put it in,” he replied. I heard the smile on his face.
I plunged in like he was some toy and not human, all ready and waiting. I could have hurt him if he wasn’t prepared. But he had prepared. He was perfect. Open and wanting. So very different from the Elon I’d just met two days ago in our therapy sessions.
His soft wet insides gave way to me and I glided in to the hilt.
“Oh, alpha, so big. I want to be filled. Fill me.”
He had learned the words. I was glad. They spurred me on as well as his incredible body.
He was empathic in his own right. He had learned fast that the way I talked in rut was something he could also do to please me, satisfy me, help me.
I loved him for it.
“Oh, it feels so big. So hard. So swollen. Knot me, alpha, please knot me again!”
“Don’t worry, little omega, you’ll get it,” I said through gritted teeth.
