Page 28 of In Deep
I wrap the sheet around my body and wander around his room. Across the top of his chest of drawers, toiletries lie scattered, and I pick up each one, sniffing the contents and reading the labels. I open the drawers and glide my hand over the layer of clothes housed in each one. They are all soft and expensively cut, and I wonder if these alphas have someone who does their laundry. Next, I examine the movie posters. The Godfather and Scarface, Alien and Pulp Fiction.
I’m just making my way over to his desk, when the door opens, and he walks in with two bowls of pasta.
“They’re disappointed not to meet you,” he says as we settle on the couch together.
We eat in silence, and when he’s done, he sits back and watches me finish mine.
“I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, Rosie. You know that. But they are my family and if we’re dating, I want them to get to know you.”
“We’re dating?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows as I chew.
“By my count, this is our fifth date and we’re sleeping together, aren’t we?”
“We haven’t slept together yet,” I remind him.
“Well,” he says, taking the plate from my lap and placing it on a side table, “I’m about to change that.”
“You are, are you?” I arch my eyebrow higher.
“Yes.” Before I can argue back, he’s scooped me into his arms and maneuvered me into his lap. My gland tingles madly in my neck, my body already buzzing with the thought of what is about to come next. I straddle his lap, my knees resting on the seat of the couch. “Are you on contraception?”
I nod.
“It may be uncomfortable the first time.”
“I’m not a virgin, Zane.”
“I know … but …” He grins up at me, his hands cradling either side of my ribs. “I’m not being boastful or anything, but have you ever been with a guy as big as me?”
“How would you know you’re big? You go around comparing dick sizes?”
“I live in a pack, Rosie.”
I pinch his bicep. “I don’t want to inflate your ego.”
“So that’s a no then?” His grin widens, and he creeps his hands up my spine, tracing his fingers over my sensitive gland. I giggle and lock my arms around his neck, lowering my head for a kiss. He wraps one arm around my waist and presses me down, my thighs spreading as he does and his cock prodding at my entrance. I close my eyes, my heart thumping in my chest.
We’re going to do this. Finally.
He holds me flush against his warm chest. “Are you sure, Omega?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whisper, and he pushes me down onto his waiting cock.
The stretch has me wincing, but he grinds me down slowly, taking his time, waiting while I relax around him. Gradually, gradually, I take more and more of him. I hang on to his shoulders, steadying myself, my nails digging into his flesh.
When I can’t take anymore, he strokes at my gland and kisses a trail down to my breast, sucking and nibbling on each nipple in turn. My body responds, opening for him further, and I gasp at the sheer size of him.
I’m anchored to him now. Filled to my brim. I have no more to give, nowhere else for him to go.
He groans, lifting his mouth to my ear.
“Good girl.” He glances down at his lap, and my own gaze follows. We both stare at where we are joined. “Shit. Shit. I need you to move, Omega. To bounce on my dick. Can you do that?” I whimper. I don’t think I can. The stretch is so wide. “Try for me, sugar.”
He lifts me a little, allowing me to slide along his cock. I realise how good that tiny bit of friction feels, how much better it will feel if that friction is increased. I lift up further on my knees, his cock dragging against my walls and that special spot as he slips further from me. When only his head remains inside, I slam back down and we both grunt in unison.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, lifting me up and pounding me down. Despite the size of him, we move easily, my slick lubricating our movements. Soon I’m riding him with ease, my tits bouncing in front of his face. But although I’m the one on top, he’s the one dictating the pace and the depth, his strong arm guiding my body up and down his cock.
I guess he’s got the measure of me. He knows that the weight of his big alpha body would have been overwhelming, suffocating. This way I have the pretence of being in control, even if secretly I’m happy to give myself over to him, to let him use me as he wants.
