by Emma Knox
Max smirked at me, then I felt his hands flex on my waist. “Good,” he murmured.
His hands pulled away, and I bit down on my lip before I could cry out in protest. Then I heard some rustling behind me, and realized he was taking off his clothes. Oh. I only managed to pull off his tie and some buttons of his shirt, so he was technically still fully clothed. I buried my face in my arm, trying to move my injured one as little as possible.
I didn’t dare look back again, but my body swayed in impatience. My hard cock bobbed beneath me, leaking a bit of precum, and I wanted to reach down below to hold it and stroke it. Max was taking his sweet time and the frustration was starting to grow in me.
There was no way I was going to move, though. I knew better. After biting him before, and triggering his Alpha instincts to dominate, I was going to be careful. My arm wasn’t in the right state and getting tossed around and fucked hard would probably just harm it. I could only curse in my head at the stupid Beta that injured me.
I was lucky Max was even willing to go through with this! He might have just decided it was too much trouble and backed off. I probably wasn’t going to see him again, but if I could carry this one memory with me, it could keep me happy for the rest of my life!
Suddenly, I felt something soft and warm press against one of my shoulder blades. My breath hitched, and my lip slid out from under my teeth. I arched into the feeling, my head rising up, and heard Max chuckle behind me, sounding a lot closer than I thought.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, voice husky.
I buried my face in my arm once more, holding my body still.
“You,” I admitted, my voice coming out muffled, but how could he not hear?
There was a rumble from behind me, and Max was close enough that I could almost feel the sound moving through his chest against my back.
His hands were kneading my waist, moving a little higher, then sliding down to my hips. I could feel the brush of his shirt cuffs on my back, as well as his slacks as he moved his legs onto the bed behind me. I let out a groan, unable to hold it back, and arched into his hands, wanting so much more, if only he would give it to me.
“Please, can you move?” I asked quietly, my body and endurance pushed to the point that I was trembling.
“I am moving,” Max said with a chuckle.
I wanted to protest, but before I could even begin, I felt his lips once again press against my upper back, then again, and again. He placed kisses all over my back, and I gasped and squirmed from the feeling, his hands on my waist tightening to hold me still. His lips moved slowly down the length of my spine, making it curve with his ministrations, and I let out a sound of frustration, unable to hold it in. I’d thought we were done with the foreplay, but we actually weren’t?
Max’s hands left me again, and I could feel him move back. I glanced over my shoulder to see him pulling off his shirt. Then he undid the belt and fly of his pants, and slid off the bed to take them off. Feeling suddenly shy, I turned away so I wouldn’t see him fully naked. I was a little curious at the size of his cock, but I knew from his hard-on that had been pressed against me that his size would definitely be impressive.
After a few seconds, he was back to kneeling on the bed behind me, his hand back on me. His lips, when he pressed them against my skin this time, were a little rougher. Instead of just placing kisses everywhere, he would nip the skin, or bite a little, mixing in a few licks. If he wasn’t holding me so tightly, I would be writhing in his hold.
Shit. The feeling was all so foreign. Of course, this whole thing was new to me, but Max didn’t know that. As my body swayed and his body got closer to me, I felt something bump against the back of my thigh, and I froze for a second, then let out a groan as I tried to arch back and feel it again. It was, unmistakably, his cock, and I was growing desperate to have him enter me already.
“Max,” I gasped, looking over my shoulder. “Please.”
He looked up just enough for his eyes to meet mine, and I gasped again when I saw the state he was in. his pupils were blown, leaving his eyes as pools of black, with just a sliver of green in the outer ring. His slightly dark face had blushed even darker, and his expression…looked like he wanted to eat me and was just holding himself back.
“Evan,” he started, voice husky. “Have you ever done this with someone before?”
The question was a bit embarrassing, but I was already flushed so it wasn’t like he would see me blushing. My throat feeling tight, I shook my head quickly.
Max smirked, the look on his face looking almost feral, and his hands clenching hard around me.
“Good,” he growled.
He lay his chest flush against my back, and I felt his cock rest in my ass crack. I gasped, and he groaned, and I arched my ass back to press against him. Was he finally…?
Max didn’t make a move to, though, and I realized we hadn't gone through any preps. The foreplay had left me feeling loose, and I was pretty sure I could take him in. As an Omega, my body could self-lubricate, though I couldn’t exactly feel it. Max was big, it would probably hurt if we didn’t do a bit of stretching for my first time. At least, that was what I’d heard from other Omegas.
The worst part, though, was that he didn’t even seem like he was in a hurry. He was clearly just as ready for this as I was, and I gasped when I arched my hips, and his cock slid down my crack, the head of his cock catching on the outside of my rim. My hole clenched, before I forced myself to relax. Max’s body went still, but he just rubbed the head of his cock against me, making no move to enter me. He was dripping precum, and he spread it all over my hole, making me clench and itch some more.
Max started leaving bites all over my shoulders. He’d press his teeth in and hold, like he was controlling himself so he wouldn’t bite harder, before he moved on to an unmarked spot. He kept growling every time I moved my ass back, rubbing against his dick, his hands not as restraining as before.
I was so close, so close, to having Max inside me. This entire situation was far more exciting and fantastical than anything I’d ever experienced in my life before. Not to mention, it felt freaking fantastic. Every second of it, no matter how frustrating he was being by delaying it. My body was buzzing, ready, but I couldn’t say I hated it. He wasn’t even in me yet, and already I could feel my head start to grow hazy and my senses going fuzzy. I could only imagine how amazing it would feel once he was actually in me.
Then, he started kissing down my spine again. Before I could grow frustrated, I realized this was a little different. He kissed a straight line down my spine, and didn’t stop when he reached the small of my back. He moved even lower, his lips pressing on my tailbone for a long moment, just above my crack. Feeling his breath wash over my ass as he pulled back, I could feel my heart beating even faster in anticipation, my breathing coming in heavy pants. Sure enough, when his lips landed on my skin again, they were pressed at the top of my crack.
I held my breath.
Max’s hands that had moved to my hips, went even further. His hands palmed my ass cheeks, and I gasped, jumping slightly, though he held onto me so tightly I barely moved. He kneaded my cheeks, before spreading me open with his thumbs. My whole body shivered when I felt a gust of warm air washing over my crack, followed by his slick tongue, licking from top and going down, sliding over my hole, and making me yelp.
I scrambled to get my hands under me, ignoring the twinge in my arm as it ached from the rough treatment. I looked over my shoulder in disbelief. He was actually doing…that?
Well, it wasn’t like we had any other forms of lubrication, so spit should be enough. As long as he stimulated my insides, I was positive I’d feel some slick coming out as my body prepared itself. But this…this…
“Are you seriously doing this?” I asked, my voice high with incredulity.
Max met my eyes. “Do you dislike it?”
I bit my lip, hesitating. This wasn’t something I’d come across before, so I couldn’t sa
y. I was more shocked than anything at the moment, and he took advantage of my hesitation, licking down my crack again, then pressing the tip of his tongue against my perineum, just above my balls, and my body jerked at the unexpected pleasure, before a hard tremble wracked through me. Then he pressed his lips to the spot and slowly kissed up, hesitating a little on my hole and making my breath hitch. His lips pressed against my tailbone again, and he looked up to meet my eyes, his eyebrows arching.
Without saying a thing, I lowered back down on my elbows and buried my face.
Max didn’t stop, alternating with licks and kisses, dragging his lips and his tongue over my entrance, making me squirm and whine a little every time he did. And then, he pressed an open mouthed kiss on my hole, only instead of moving again, he pressed his tongue out. I jumped a little, letting out a yelp, but that didn’t stop him. His tongue pressed against my rim, gently, but firmly, pushing.
“Try and relax a bit,” he said, barely pulling back to make out the words, then pressed forward again.
I tried to do what he wanted, but with my body so high strung, how could it be that simple? My body kept trembling, and I would gasp in a breath when I remembered to. Max didn’t seem deterred, and he pressed on, until his tongue went past my rim. My face twisted a little as he thrust it in and out of me, because I couldn’t tell if it was good or not. The more he did it, the better it felt, and he would pull back to nip at my rim, then thrust his tongue inside me again, and it was driving me crazy. Desire pulled low in my abdomen, my cock constantly leaking precum under me, and I wondered if he could get me to come like this.
Neither of us got to find out, though, because just as I felt that coiling pleasure about to break, he pulled back. He rubbed his thumb over my hole, and slowly pushed it in. then he pulled it back and used another finger, longer and slimmer. When it slid in easily, he added in a second, thrusting them in and out. There was a little ache, but as he continued his ministrations, I could feel my inside go lose, taking him in easier. He added a third finger, and I winced a bit, but the pain was quickly washed away. When he slid his fingers out, something thick and warm slid down my crack. My slick was coming out.
“I think you should be ready now,” Max muttered, his voice rough. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”
I hesitated. Even if it did, I didn’t exactly want him to stop.
“I won’t stop,” he explained, like he knew what I was thinking. “I don’t want to hurt you for your first time, though.”
After a little more hesitation, I nodded my head. My body had gone taut with anticipation, as I realized that finally, this was it. He was going to slide his cock inside me, and he was going to fuck me.
My breath hitched when I felt it, something thicker and much broader than his fingers pressing against my loose hole. I wanted to squirm back into the touch again, but Max’s hands held on tightly to my hips this time so I wouldn’t move as easily. He held me still, as he applied some pressure, and I shuddered as his cock pressed forward, against my rim. He relaxed a little, then pushed until my body gave way, the head of his cock popping past the rim.
I made a sound in my throat that was part pain and part pleasure. His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers, even three of them. Max gave me a few seconds to adjust, before he was sliding slowly forward.
“Good?” he asked, his voice coming out as a growl.
I gasped, “Don’t stop.”
He took me at my word, sliding in even deeper. He’d prepared me well enough that the pain wasn’t that bad, just a heavy ache. I winced a little when his cock went past where his fingers could, and like he seemed to realize, he gentled his movements. He pulled out slightly, only to rock back inside, pushing further, and using his hands on my hips to pull me back as he pushed his hips forward. He definitely felt big inside me, and it felt like an eternity before I felt his crotch against my ass. He was all in.
“I’m going to move,” he said. “Try to keep still, okay? Get your arm comfortable.”
I didn’t bother telling him keeping still sounded like an impossibility. I shifted my body, wishing there was at least a pillow to help or something, but I wasn’t going to complain right then. Once I felt comfortable, I went still and waited for him. Max, realizing I was ready, started to move.
The feeling was indescribable. Yes, it still felt a little painful no matter how he moved, but it didn’t feel like how other Omegas I’d spoken to had explained to me. They told me the pain would be minimal if the prep was done really carefully, and my heart swelled because Max had definitely gone above and beyond just careful.
He pulled his hips back, and the way his cock rubbed against my rim as he did so had my breath hitching, and a spark of electricity racing up my spine. Then he pushed forward, his cock sliding back inside me, pressing in so deep I could feel my toes curl. My dick had softened a bit at this part, and I was tempted to reach down and stroke myself, instinctively knowing it would make the experience better, but Max didn’t want me moving so I didn’t dare.
Soon, it started to feel comfortable. The pain was gone, the ache a lot lighter, and Max’s movements became smoother, and then he started to move a little faster. He was still making deep thrusts, pulling back until just the head of him remained in me, then pushing forward all the way.
Then, he hit a spot inside me that made me cry out and nearly choke at the same time, my whole body reacting like a livewire. If he wasn’t holding me so still, I would have jumped away from the contact.
“What the hell was that,” I breathed out.
Max didn’t answer, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as he thrust inside, his cock hitting that spot once more and grinding against it. I squirmed as I yelped, not sure at first if it was pleasure I was feeling or something else. Max picked up his pace even more, thrusting in and out of me a little faster, a little harder, holding me still as he fucked into me.
Pleasure. It was definitely pleasure that I was feeling, and I wanted so much more of it. Gasps and moans and whimpers and little whines spilled out of my lips, my whole body trembling with every thrust Max made. My softening cock was hard again and dripping precum, bobbing a little in the air because I couldn’t stay completely still, aching for some stimulation. The sound of our skin slapping together with every harsh thrust joined the other sounds coming out of me.
Max seemed to know what I wanted, one of his hands sliding around and under me, wrapping around the base of my cock, and stroking me in time with his thrusts. My hands clawed into the bed, my teeth biting down as my whole body was wracked with shiver after shiver, electricity running up and down my spine, the pleasure steady in my body.
Wet drops fell onto my back, and I took a minute to realize it was sweat coming off of Max. My own forehead was dripping, but I could hardly focus on it.
I let out a loud cry as my cock stiffened, then spasmed as I came. I could feel something thick and hot hit my chest and lower abdomen, the hand Max had around me growing slicker as he tightened it and stroked even faster. My insides clamped down on his own cock, and Max let out a loud growl as his hips slammed against mine, fucking us both through orgasm. And then he knotted inside me.
Slowly, both our bodies calmed down. Max slumped over me, one of his arms bracing against the bed so he wouldn’t squish me under him, his other hand releasing my cock and pressing wetly against my lower stomach. I could feel my thighs shaking, and I knew if he wasn’t holding me up, I would have fallen already because I didn’t think I could keep myself up any longer.
After a long moment, Max moved, carefully rolling us onto our sides, his cock still buried inside me. He slid an arm under my head to act as a pillow, the other one going carefully around my waist, holding me back to him, avoiding my injury as much as possible. I laid my forearm against his so I could rest my arm, feeling like my breath was just about to return.
My body gave into its growing exhaustion. With my emotions still feeling frayed from earlier and my whole body feeling so lax and sated, I cl
osed my eyes and slowly drifted off as I cuddled back into Max’s hold.
Chapter 7
Max
When I woke up in the morning, it was to the feel of a smaller, warm body in my arms and soft hair tickling my chin. My eyes blinked open, and I drowsily took in the room. Yesterday came back to me, all the ups and downs involved, and I realized I’d curled Evan tightly in my arms. I tightened my hold on him reflexively, only to loosen up when he squirmed a little.
“Evan?” I called softly. Was he awake?
Evan hummed at me with a little noise in his throat, then a yawn. He went to stretch, but I was holding him too closer, spooned against his back with my thighs pressed against the length of his, and my knees in the bend of his own, so that he couldn’t really move much unless I did first. Seeming to realize the position we were in, his body went still.
“Max?” he said just as softly.
I pressed a kiss into his hair in response. Evan squirmed, and I wanted to hold him in place so he wouldn’t move, but he just turned his head to look at me over his shoulder.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling at him. “Did you have a nice sleep?”
Evan blinked at me, and then his whole face flushed red. He whipped his head around quickly and lay back down, his whole body going lax and obedient.
“…It was fine.”
I grinned into his hair, deciding I liked this. But then thoughts of yesterday barged into my head, and not the good parts of yesterday. I frowned to myself as I wondered how things were going over there. My anxiety started to grow and I was itching to go back already, but I couldn’t just leave Evan.
“What’s wrong?” Evan must have felt my body stiff, and when he asked, his voice sounded a little tight.
I sighed and made myself relax so I wouldn’t worry him.
“Nothing. Just that it’s morning now.”
“Oh.”
We both looked toward the window. We were in the woods, and the trees were fairly thick, even around the cabin, but there was enough space between the foliage for sunlight to pass through.