Page 138 of Heat & Deceit
Me.
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Cum. So. Much. Cum. I’ve showered and cleaned up, and yet my thong is already soaked through and my thighs are sticky. Note to self: when you’re knotted twice within twenty-four hours, you will absolutely be a walking cumsicle. What is the point of underwear right now? Fuck it. I reach into my shorts and tug one side of my thong down my legs, doing a weird standing jig to get one leg out while keeping my shorts on.
Lazy? Maybe, but it’s working.
Ly comes back from the bathroom, catching me in the middle of tugging the other side of my thong down my leg. I’m hunched over, not at all in a flattering position, but even still, his arousal bursts through the room.
“No!” I shout as he takes a purposeful step toward me. His eyebrows jump, but he takes another step. “No,” I say with a little more restraint, clearing my throat. “There’s so much cum already. Any more, and I’ll cease to be human and turn into a living cum vessel.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
I finish slipping off the underwear and bunch it up, throwing it at his head. He catches it and pulls it to his nose, inhaling with a groan. A very big tent pitches inside his sweatpants. “That wasn’t supposed to turn you on,” I grumble, placing the couch between us.
He scoffs and takes a step. “You’re going to need a better reason than my cum to stop me from bending you over the couch and knotting you from behind.”
I squint at him, pretending like my pussy isn’t doing somersaults at the promise of another knot. “I’ve decided I don’t like knots.” He steps to the left, and I step to the right.
“Liar,” he whispers with a smirk, taking a big step and vaulting over the couch.
My feet are too damn slow, and before I can scramble away, he’s pressing my front against his and kissing me stupid. Slick gushes out of me, my own body betraying me in favor of the alpha, and Ly chuckles into my mouth. I smack his chest and rip my mouth from his, scowling at him.
“I will absolutely swallow your cock, but I refuse to have any more cum inside of me right now. At this rate, I’ll be leaking it for the rest of my life.”
“Again, I fail to see the problem.”
“I’m sorry, did you miss the part where I said I’d swallow your cock?”
“Nope,” he says, popping the p. “But I’m telling you right now, the thought of you walking around covered in my cum or Javi’s or Rome’s only makes me want to knot you more, filling you up over and over, so everyone knows you’re our omega.”
“God, that’s so disgustingly sweet,” I whisper, kissing him and palming his cock through his sweats. “But I stand by what I said. No more knots this afternoon.”
“Tonight, then?”
I giggle and drop to my knees, grasping his sweats and tipping my head back to look him in the eye. “Tonight, but tomorrow, I’m going to stay with Rome.” The two of us haven’t talked about it, but I need to be with him too. I need his mark next to Javi’s and Ly’s. I need him to claim me and take me like his pack mates did, to solidify this thing between us and make it permanent.
Ly’s palm cups my cheek, and his thumb runs over my bottom lip. “Good girl.”
I yank his sweatpants down, marveling at how hard and ready he is so soon after knotting me. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to go down on you,” I tease, eyeing the bead of precum glistening at his tip.
His hand slips down to grip my jaw, and his gaze darkens. “I’m waiting for you to stop talking and show me how good you can do.”
“I can’t believe you just told me to shut up,” I mumble and grasp the base of his shaft. He grunts and drops his ass to the back of the couch, bracing himself.
“Fuck. Suck my cock, Nova. Otherwise, I’m going to knot you.”
While I do mourn the loss of guaranteed orgasms, there’s only so much stickiness I can tolerate. I scoot forward and seal my lips around his tip and flick my tongue over it, keeping my gaze on his. His pupils dilate and his hands run over my head as I slowly take him into my mouth. Clenching his jaw, he goes unnaturally still.
I swirl my tongue over his shaft as I glide my mouth up and down his length. Digging his fingers into my hair, he holds on to me while I work but doesn’t take over or shove himself into my throat. To show my appreciation, I take him all the way in until his tip hits the back of my throat, swallowing as I gag a little.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he growls, dropping his head back.
I bob my head, hollowing out my cheeks and moving the fingers wrapped around his length up and down, squeezing and teasing. Then I swallow him again, collapsing my mouth over his length and pulsing a few times.
His fingers pull at my hair, and his chest shudders. “Jesus, fuck.”
I hum around his length and repeat the process until his hips jerk once, twice, three times. Cum shoots into the back of my throat, and I happily swallow it, watching as he sways above me, and a deep, growled moan pours past his lips. I swirl my tongue up his length, cleaning him and taking every last drop of cum before placing a kiss over his tip and rocking back on my heels.
