Page 58 of Broken Heat
I leaned forward, looking at his knot, letting the head of his cock rub against my chin as it foamed.
I had never seen a knot before. Never. Coah had never had a knot outside of me. He kept it to himself and turned out the lights and fucked me through it as it locked us up.
Mykel moaned as he allowed me to look at him, examine him.
I kept my fingers pressing up and down on the swelling to let him know I would keep stimulating him, that I would keep up my end of the bargain. He wouldn’t suffer on my watch.
I loved how he looked, the knot at the root and his cock sticking up from it hard and pulsing. It was so beautiful to see him like this, coming and coming. I wanted to come again, too, but soon enough for that. Mykel had already proven he was more than willing to take care of me in all ways.
“Can you move?” I asked him.
“Yes.” The word came out of him in a hiss.
I helped steady him and showed him what I wanted. “All over me. I want it all over.”
“Yes,” he agreed, wincing from more orgasms and grinning at the same time.
I painted myself with his essence. I steered him and his knotted cock to my chest and stomach, my arms and thighs.
I rolled over and told him to take himself in hand and cover my back and ass.
I sat up again and rubbed the head on my chest as I squeezed the knot, which was now halfway up his prominent shaft.
“Do you want to rest? Lie on your back?”
Mykel nodded.
I milked him with both my hands, his semen slicking the way. There was no chafing, only smooth strokes and my lips on his crown licking, sucking.
He bucked up, unable to keep still. Unlike how he spoke to me, I did not tell him to be still. I liked his energy. I wanted him to squirm and roll and moan his pleasure.
Sometimes his spurts stopped, then started up again slow like a burbling fountain. Then when I squeezed hard, an arc of come would shoot into the air and I would put my mouth over him to catch the rest.
I could have held him in my hands and mouth all night if he’d let me. It was wonderful.
When his knot rose to the base of his head, the final gushes came. I couldn’t keep up with it and his semen dripped from my mouth and chin and all over his stomach and thighs. I sucked hard, then took my mouth away, watching the final arcs. I pointed it straight up and his squirts were so strong I swore some of them hit the ceiling.
I glanced at him. His eyes were closed. He was howling his pleasure as I tugged and milked the last of his essence from him.
“Alphas are so incredible,” I half-whispered as his cock eased and I felt it start to deflate.
I crawled up into the bed on top of him and put my arms around his shoulders.
He opened his lovely eyes and smiled at me. Then he lifted his head up from the pillow just enough until our lips met in a melting warmth.
It was our first kiss of the rut.
It wouldn’t be our last.
* * *
The only thingon our minds was sex.
But ruts weren’t part of the mating cycle just to impregnate and then weaken the mate. They did cycle for breaks. They did ease up sometimes to allow for sleep and food.
We sat at Mykel’s dining table gorging our hungry bodies on meals left at his door. Mykel told me that Senta had promised the island kitchen would deliver three times a day.
But the meals were portioned for one. So Mykel added to them. He had a fully stocked kitchen.
