Page 27 of In Deep
He is hot in my hand and rock hard. Gripping him, I run my fist down his length.
“I like seeing my dick in your little hand, Omega.” I continue my action and more precome dribbles from his head. He groans. “I’d like it even better in your mouth.”
I swallow. I’ve never been any good at this and I don’t want to disappoint him after the head he’s just given me. But I want his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him as badly as he wanted to taste me. I want to know the flavour of his come. Will it taste as good as his scent?
I dip my head down to meet him, and immediately he buries his hands in my hair, guiding my head closer. Opening my mouth, I take him inside, pressing my lips around his girth and letting him rest flat against my tongue. The taste is dense and salty and I think of the water, of the sea, of plunging into its depths.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, groaning as I swivel my tongue around his swollen head. More of him leaks into my mouth, but it isn’t enough. I want to drown in his come. I want to choke on it. I’ve never felt so wanton before.
I start to suck on him, my mouth matching the pace of my fist, and his hold of my hair grows tighter, his moans louder. I kneel between his thick thighs, and gaze up at him. He stares straight back, eyes locked on me, pleasure clear on his face. I suck harder, take him further into my mouth, loving how that drives a purr from his chest. Spit trickles down my chin, and wet sloppy noises fill the bedroom, but I don’t stop, not even when he hits the back of my throat and I gag.
“Fuck, Omega! Fuck!” He bucks his hips beneath me and his cock pulses against my tongue. I know he’s close, so I give him one long, vigorous suck, savouring how good he feels in my mouth, and with a deep growl, he gushes down my throat. Desperately, I try to gulp him down, but some spills over my lips and down my chin anyway.
“Drink it down, Omega, drink it down.” He takes my hands and guides them down to the base of his cock, squeezing our hands around his knot as he expands. I gasp as I realise the pure size of it.
I slide my mouth off his cock with a pop.
“Don’t let go,” he commands, flinging his head back and closing his eyes, and so I’ve no choice but to let his come roll down my chin and drip onto my chest.
The room is quiet again except for our panting breaths. I can hear a door close somewhere in the house and the faint murmur of music.
“How many of you live here?” I ask, snuggling up beside his warm body.
“There’s four of us in our pack, four of us in this house. Me, Duncan, Ollie and Seb.”
“It’s enormous for four people.”
“We’re pretty enormous for four people.” I can’t argue with that. “Besides, even in a pack, alphas need their space, their patch of territory. We each have our own room and then there are some communal areas too, like the gym and the TV room.”
“You have a gym?”
“It’s just a couple of rowing machines and some weights really, but it’s good to train together.”
Gently, he releases my hands from his deflating cock and pulls the covers up over our bodies.
“Now I’ve got you into my bed, I’m keeping you here,” he tells me. “The river can wait.”
I give him a little pretend look of disappointment, but really I’m glad. I want to stay tangled in his bed, floating in the intensity of his scent, especially when he starts to kiss me all over again.
* * *
We stay in his bed for the entire afternoon, kissing and fooling around. He fingers me and brings me to orgasm a second time and I beg him to have me, but he says he wants to take his time with me, to savour the moment.
“I’m so wet and so needy,” I whine against his mouth, but he remains resolute.
As the light begins to fade outside his window and shadows creep across the room, he rolls away from me and swings his legs to sit on the edge of the bed.
“It’s coming up to dinner time,” he tells me. “The pack will be eating together in the kitchen. Will you come and meet them?”
I shake my head. “I reek of slick and come. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. You smell even better than usual.” He inhales and grins. “But I do want you to meet them, Rosie. It’s important to me.”
I swallow. It’s hard to say no to him.
“I’m not ready yet.” We’re meant to be taking this slow, keeping this casual. Meeting his pack seems like a step towards a more serious relationship.
He doesn’t argue, despite the look of disappointment that passes across his face. “I’ll bring us something to eat up here.” He tugs on some joggers and disappears out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
