Page 80 of The Rogues

My hips buck, my body reacting to the movement before I can fully grasp it. He starts slow, the tip of his tongue making circles around my clit as he spreads me open with his hands. My lungs constrict, the feeling already too good and my body already too wound up. My fingers slide into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he directs my pleasure higher and higher, working towards a crescendo.

He looks up at me, his eyes daring and confident, and I hold it, unable to look away. The longer we hold each other’s gaze, the quicker it is for Cyrus to send me over the edge.

“Oh my god, fuck,” I hiss out, my back arching as the sensation overtakes me. My body bends, almost crushing him between my thighs as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He never slows, only continues the tiny movements as the pleasure heightens. My fingers pull his hair, stars dance behind my eyes, and then my body goes lax. Little aftershocks spark before he gives one final lick and retreats.

Cyrus pulls away and stands up before reaching behind his neck and tugging his shirt off in one move. My half-lidded gaze zeroes in on the physique he’s been hiding under his shirt, and my entire body sings with delight.

I’ve seen him in photoshoots and such, the visions always highlighting the boys’ amazing bodies, but I didn’t think it would leave me this captivated in person. His skin is tan, and his muscles bunch and tense as he works on undoing his belt. When he finally gets his jeans and boxers down, and his delicious cock springs forward—with the most beautiful swollen knot that I’ve ever seen—I’m not able to stay still any longer. I get off the couch and go down on my knees in front of him.

“What are you—” The question stops as I take him into my mouth. Instead, he lets out a guttural moan, his head flying back for a moment before he turns back to look down at me. His eyes blaze with heat, and his lips curve with a satisfied smirk.

“My omega,” he whispers as I move up and down his shaft. His pre-cum tastes like his chocolate scent, and I moan around him, loving the sweet bitterness. His hips start to move, thrusts quickening, and I groan as I become a vessel to be used for his pleasure.

It always brings me more pleasure when the person I’m with uses my body however they want, and this is no exception. If anything, it’s utter ecstasy because the trust I have for this alpha is unmatched. The heat in his eyes, the slow movement of his hips, it’s all for me, and that sends another bout of my perfume spiraling in the air.

“I need to be inside of you,” Cyrus grits out, his jaw tense. “Now.”

I pull off him, loving the dark chocolate aftertaste left on my tongue. I move to get on my knees on the sectional and look back at him with a dark smirk.

His pupils are blown as his eyes trail over me; then he moves to go to the other side of the room, and an omega whine travels up my throat.

“It’s okay, baby,” he reassures. “I’m just going to get a condom.”

“Can we—” I start, biting my lip. “Can we not? I want to feel you.”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath as he walks back to me, his hand firm around himself as he strokes. “Do you want my cock bare, Omega?”

I nod. “Fuck, yes.”

Cyrus takes his place behind me, his hands palming the globes of my ass as a groan develops in his chest. He slaps me once, twice, and then soothes it with soft touches that leave me keening.

“Alpha,” I whine. “Please.”

He doesn’t leave me waiting a moment longer. His hands grasp my hips, holding me in place as he lines himself up and thrusts inside. He is bigger than I’m used to, a size fit for a prime, but it’s still just as good. The pressure is mind-blowing as he works his way in, his hold on me bruising deliciously.

“That’s my beautiful mate,” Cyrus croons.

My back arches as he bottoms out, his knot resting along the rim of my entrance. I’ve never felt so full in my life, the tight squeeze a beautiful agony as we pause so I can get acquainted. In the back of my mind, a thought blooms. This is just the first time he’s taken me. One day, this moment will be a blur, and that in itself leaves excited goosebumps prickling all over my body.

“I’m ready,” I tell him, leaning over more so my face can rest on the sectional pillow.

He pulls out all the way and then thrusts back in. The movement makes me gasp, the feeling incredible. It’s even better when he does it the second time, and then we find a rhythm that causes me to sing with pleasure with every thrust.

“Are you going to let me knot this pussy?” he hums, his voice a dirty taunt in my ear. “Can you handle it, Omega?”

“I—I don’t know,” I say between a moan and a gasp, my fingers clutching the fabric of the couch.

“Have you ever been knotted before?”

I shake my head, a groan breaking free when he hits the right spot.

“Fuck,” he says in response, his body faltering in its speed. “I’ll make it good for you, baby. Just give me the word, and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“Will you—” A moan escapes, his thrusts picking up. “Will you play with me? Touch my⁠—”

I can’t seem to get the words out, and Cyrus must not understand me because he says, “Touch what, Omega?”

I retract my hands from the cushion and reach behind me, spreading myself for him as my cheeks flush.