Page 45 of Excess

She walked into my embrace like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I grabbed her waist, lifting her up until she wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging on like a koala.

“What are you wearing, hm?” I murmured teasingly, shifting my arms to beneath her ass to support her. Whatever she had on under that loose dress felt very… structured.

“Slutty corset,” Inika mumbled.

“Sounds delightful.”

She leaned back so she could look into my eyes, shifting her weight to my arms, entirely confident that I would hold her steady.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Inika pursed her lips, looking considering. “Yes. I think.”

I walked us over to the bed, sitting down on the edge while Inika adjusted her position to sit more securely on my lap.

“Is it about our conversation this morning?”

“A little, but not entirely. I had a difficult conversation with my friends and my parents this morning. Setting boundaries, I suppose. Asserting a little more authority over my own life.”

“How did that go?” I asked, feeling oddly proud. That wasn’t an easy task for any omega to undertake, and I imagined it was even harder for Inika, who had an additional weight of expectation to carry.

“I’ve been too scared to look at my phone all day, so it’s been fine. I imagine once I do, I’ll feel infinitely worse.”

I pulled her in close, cuddling her tightly. Giving her that sense of strength and safety that alphas were meant to provide, though we so often failed at it.

“Sorry,” Inika sighed. “This isn’t what you came here for.”

“I came here for you,” I replied instantly. “This is fine, Inika. More than fine. Though, if you want to take the dress off and cuddle in your slutty corset, I’d also be on board with that.”

Inika laughed, leaning back again, the ends of her hair tickling my hand. When she straightened, we were nearly nose-to-nose, and the temptation was too great to resist. Gently, so that she had plenty of time to move away, I gripped her chin, moving forward to brush my lips softly, experimentally against hers.

She chased me as I pulled back, grabbing my shoulders and holding on as she kissed me back. And then there was nothing soft or experimental about it.

The gentle nip of her teeth on my lower lip sent a shudder down my spine and all the blood in my body to my cock. The mood had shifted in an instant. Was it too much? Was I rushing her? It was hard to think when Inika was grinding her clit against the bulge in my jeans.

She pulled the dress out of the way for better friction, before yanking it off completely and dropping it on the floor.

“Princess…” I rumbled, an embarrassingly eager purr exploding out of my chest. “Look at you.”

She flashed me a smug grin, clearly very pleased with the reaction she’d elicited. The corset was black and silky, pushing her breasts up high, practically begging for my mouth. In contrast, the knickers were a rough black lace, and she was practically riding the strip of fabric, slick seeping through it onto my jeans.

“You don’t need to be gentle with me,” Inika reminded me, digging her nails into my shoulders. “The cuddles were very sweet and appreciated, but you know I like the way we play.”

“Remind me of your safe word.”

“Audit,” Inika replied patiently. She leaned in, pressing an almost sweet kiss to my lips before climbing off my lap and kneeling on the floor at my feet. My zipper was torturous, and I exhaled in relief as I pulled out down, releasing my dick from its prison.

“What do you want me to do, alpha?” Inika asked breathlessly, kneeling on the floor and staring up at me with wide, trusting eyes. That look made something twist sharply in my chest. It was so… precious. So fragile.

But she wanted me to fuck her, not coddle her, and I wasn’t about to disappoint.

“Worship my cock, omega.”

Inika melted into sub space instantly, shifting forwards until she was situated between my spread legs. I was already lazily fisting my shaft, my dick hard as steel. Shit. Don’t embarrass yourself. Inika had been having a rough couple of days and I didn’t want to add to that with a poor performance.

I removed my hand as Inika lifted herself up on her knees, nuzzling her cheek against my shaft. This was a bad idea. I was never going to last if she kept this up. She locked eyes with me as she licked from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head and swiping up the precum that had been beading there. With a moan like she’d never tasted anything better in her life, she repeated the process, this time spending a little longer playing with the tip, massaging it with her tongue.

The entire time, her hands were never still. She rubbed my thighs, dug her nails into my abs, occasionally massaged my balls and the base of my knot. It could have been minutes or hours, I had no idea. It took me an embarrassingly long time to notice that she was edging me, when I’d been so confident that I was the one in charge here.

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