Page 46 of In Knots

“Whenever you touch me. Whenever Buzz touches me. It makes me feel alive.”

“Where do you like to be touched?” He draws the tip of his forefinger along the flash of collar bone exposed at the neck of my shirt and I whimper. “Here?” he whispers, his hand trailing lower, unbuttoning my wet shirt. “Here?” he asks, stroking his finger down between my breasts.

“Yes,” I murmur.

He opens the blouse completely, tracing the curve of each breast, and then he peels the shirt off, tossing it to the ground.

“Such pretty tits,” he traces lower, along the cup of my bra. “You like me to touch them?”

“Yes, Alpha, I like it all.”

He reaches behind me and finds the zip of my skirt, lowering it slowly and shimmying it down my hips. Then his fingers glide up the soft inside of my thigh. “Here?” he says, as his touch climbs higher and higher. His thumb flicks against my mound, igniting sparks between my legs. “Here?”

“Alpha,” I whine. His touch is so light, so fleeting. I need more. I want more.

“It’s OK, princess. I’m going to make you come. You know I love to. Love to see that blush sweep across your skin and your body squirm in pleasure. Love those needy little noises you make and the way you call me alpha. Love how wet you get, how good you taste, how ripe you smell. Alexa, you turn me on so fucking much.”

I’m wet for him now, and swollen, and a pulse drums between my legs. I rub my thighs together and reach for him.

“Are my words turning you on, princess? Are my words making you wet?”

“Yes, and your touch.”

“Fuck. I love that too. Love saying all these dirty things to you. It makes me feel so powerful, like there’s magic on the tip of my tongue.”

“Thereismagic on the tip of your tongue,” I sigh, thinking of last night.

That does something to him. He grabs my arse and lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him, feeling his hardness pressed right against me.

Oh God, I want to feel that. I want it so bad. Never before have I wanted it, but now I do.

Kissing me hard, he walks us over to the bed and drops me down on the mattress. Then he’s opening my thighs and dropping down to his knees on the floor before I know what’s happening.

“You like my tongue, princess? You can have it all night long.”

“But I thought …” I gasp as he slides my knickers down my legs and takes a long slow swipe of his tongue through my folds.

“We will, but you need to be ready. If I make you come, if I turn you on so much you’re begging for it, it will be so much better.” He pauses, his hand reaching up and resting heavy on my belly. “Do you trust me, Alexa?”

I lever myself up onto my elbows and peer down my body, meeting his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“I trust you too,” he says, and as I sink back onto the mattress, I realise those words mean more to me than any of the others. He trusts me. It feels special, important. Perhaps it’s because I trust so few people in my life. But we trust each other. We trust one another.

“So wet,” he murmurs. “You’re going to be so wet for me.”

He slips his tongue deep inside me, licking up my juices as he does. “I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you. Inside here. So warm. Like a pussy should be.”

He circles my entrance and slips inside again. Tonight, he seems obsessed with it and soon I’m begging him to touch my clit and make me come.

He obliges me, refocusing his attention to where my nub throbs and sucking it between his lips. The sensation is electric. My back arches and I scream out.

“You like that?” he asks me.

“Y-y-yes, yes!” I cry.

“Fuck! There are so many ways I can play with you, Omega, so many things I’m going to show you.”

He continues to suck on my clit as he glides a finger inside me. I know the fit is tight and I wonder how we’ll ever make this work. But gradually as he nudges at that sensitive spot inside me, I loosen. He adds another finger, testing the stretch, continuing to pleasure me and the combination has me tumbling over the edge, my hands scrambling above me to hang on to something, anything, to hold me down and stop me from floating away.

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