The water is running hot down both of us, and his hands keep moving, and I'm rapidly losing the thread of the conversation.
"You," I say. "Both of you." A beat. "Her, maybe. A little."
The hands on my stomach go very still. "Yeah?" he says quietly. “Did you want to fuck our little omega too?”
"Don't make it weird," I say, pushing my ass back. “Just fuck me already.”
"Patience, sweet boy," he says against my ear.
"I don't have any," I say. "You know that."
"Alpha," I moan, and even I can hear how wrecked I already sound. One stroke. It took one stroke.
I've known this man for six years, and he still does this to me in approximately twelve seconds flat, which is either a testament to how good he is or how far gone I am, and honestly, it's probably both.
"You’re so easy to work up," he chuckles darkly, as his other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as he positions himself.
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and my body tenses with anticipation. He pushes in slowly, past my tight ring of muscle. I breathe through it, feeling every inch of him open me up.
"Okay?" he asks against the back of my neck. “Do we need lube?”
"No lube," I manage. “Give me more.”
Cliff shifts his feet slightly, then he pushes the last few inches of his thick cock inside me. The burn is exquisite, a perfect stretch that makes me moan against the tile.
But he doesn't wait for me to adjust.
He sets a pace that's hard and deep and completely without mercy, his hips snap against me in a rhythm that pushes me into the tile with every thrust. His hand is still wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time, and the dual sensation is so overwhelming that my legs are already threatening to give out, and we've barely started.
"Oh, god," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling against the wet tile. "Harder.”
And he gives me exactly what I want, fucking me deeper, harder, his hips crashing against my ass. The pleasure builds rapidly deep within me, intense and overwhelming.
I bite down on my own forearm to keep from being too loud.
"No," Cliff snarls, pulling my arm away from my mouth. "I want to hear you. Tell me how much you love my cock in this ass.”
I grunt and moan, each sound ripped out of me with every thrust. Cliff's hand tightens on my hip and his pace gets harder and more deliberate every time I make a noise, like he's chasing the sound of me coming apart, and I stop caring about anything except the next thrust and the next and the next.
"That's it," he growls against my neck. "Let me hear you, beta."
The pleasure builds fast, coiling tight and low, and I canfeel his cock starting to swell at the base. The thickness of his partially inflated knot, spreading me wider with every thrust. My breath starts coming in short, sharp pulls as I imagine it finally popping inside me.
Betas aren't built to take knots like omegas are, but I want it. God, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
"Your knot," I pant, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Cliff, I want your knot."
"Fuck," he snarls as his rhythm falters slightly. His voice has dropped to something rough and strained, like he's holding himself together by a thread. "I’m close."
"I want it," I say. “Give me your knot.”
“I can’t.” His hips keep moving, his knot battering at my stretched hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He’s right. Iknowhe is.
Betas bodies aren’t built to take a knot, but I don’t care.
I want it more than I’ve ever wanted in my life.
