Orgasmic energy ripples under my skin, swelling and fighting for freedom. I struggle in his arms, seeking contact, seeking pleasure, but knowing it’s too early for me to find it. He can’t touch my dick, and I know he won’t touch my hole this close to my heat because he’ll be trying to limit what I’ll need to recover from.
Alfie’s hands travel over my body, touching me everywhere except where I need to be touched. It whips up my arousal to dangerous levels. I moan and cry out, language lost to me as my hips roll in a frantic, ancient rhythm.
“So beautiful,” he whispers drunkenly as I dance in his arms. “So, so beautiful.”
I moan again, and whatever it is that makes him the way he is, understands. I need to come. I need a release, or I’m going to lose my mind. I know it’s too early. I know my body isn’t ready. I understand all that. It’s just that if I don’t come, I’m going to combust, and soon.
His fingertips find my nipples, tweaking them gently between his forefinger and thumb. Sensitive flesh pebbles instantly, and for a second, I panic that he’s misunderstood the situation. It’s too much pleasure. I need a release, not more arousal. He’s turning me on more when I’m already catastrophically turnedon. I cry loudly and thrash, but his grip on my nipples doesn’t waver. He rolls them gently, gently, gently, and then he tugs both of them at the same time. My spine stiffens, and I shout in surprise. Angry. Confused. Blindingly horny.
He does it again.
I shout louder, swearing for good measure as well.
“Good boy,” he says.
My mind spins, a vacant lot except for shards of confusion.What did I do that was good?
He rolls my nipples again. Gently, gently, and then I understand. I’m holding still for him. I’m accepting the pleasure he’s giving me even though it feels like it could kill me. My ribs quake, the skin on my chest breaking into a rash of goose bumps as he rolls gently once more. I ball my hands into fists and clench my teeth, drowning in anticipation as I wait for the hard tug I know is coming.
And it does.
It comes with a raw rip that shakes something ferocious loose. Something that wakes primordial wiring. Ancient chains that connect my nipples to my cock stir to life. I shout as he tugs, bucking as the sensation travels from my nipples down my body, pooling in my groin. It builds and builds until I don’t think I can take any more, and then it continues higher. When I’m mute, a million miles away and no longer human, the pleasure he’s bestowing on me snaps, releasing in a mind-bending warm gush. A hot splash of semen spills onto my belly and a spurt of slick forms a sticky puddle under me.
“I came,” I mumble in disbelief, several minutes later. “I came without my dick or hole being touched.”
For his part, the lord doesn’t seem in the slightest bit surprised that such a thing is possible, and damn if his absolute understanding of my body isn’t a vicious turn-on.
“Feel any better?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, chest rising and falling fast. “You could say that.”
He looks pleased with himself, but he shouldn’t. He’s sated my body, but my mind is still screaming for more. The smell of my arousal is thick in the air, and I want, noneed, the scent of his seed to merge with mine.
I squirm out of his grip and straddle his knees, a grim, unshakable determination possessing me as I lean forward and take that massive alpha cock in my hands. His eyes fly open in shock and slam shut just as quickly. I bow my head and lick a starved stripe up his shaft, sweeping my tongue liberally back and forth across the sensitive spot under the ridge of his head.
His fingers clench, fisting the bedsheets as his mouth gapes open. The sounds he makes are something else. Something meant to happen outdoors on nights when the moon is full.
Something meant for me, and me only.
I lick and stroke, velvety skin riding up and down a steel pole as my hands move. I’m riveted. I’ve never loved a cock more. Never wanted one the way I want this one. Never felt this strange, certain sense of ownership I feel when I look at this dick.
“This ismine,” I say, clutching it tightly and sucking the head into my mouth, releasing it with a wet pop.
The alpha I’m in the process of unmanning nods helplessly. “Yours,” he agrees, nodding haphazardly. “All yours.”
I lower my head and swallow as much of him as I can. A salty burst of precum hits the tip of my tongue, and it’s so satisfying and sweet that I lose control, slurping and jerking him sloppily and without a great deal of coordination.
It doesn’t seem to matter. The Adonis beneath me stiffens, muscle going rigid without any warning. His eyes roll back and time stops for a second. My alpha is paralyzed. Frozen stock still. Eyes lit up from within but unseeing.
And then time rushes at both of us from all angles.
Thick ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallow as much as I can, but still, the excess spills from the corners of my mouth and runs down my chin.
I push myself up onto my knees, victorious. My dick is erect and leaking, almost as proud as I am of what I just did to my mate.
The lord writhes beneath me, still lost to his pleasure. His eyes are closed now, teeth a white line that peeks out from a long, silent grimace. His hips jerk, thrusting uncontrollably despite the fact that his balls are empty now.
I watch in wonder, lazily licking his cum off my hands and scraping what I can from my face into my mouth.
