Page 21 of Heat Clinic

He lets go of my breast and skims his hand down my front, slipping it between my thighs and stroking it between my slippery folds. It grazes my aching clit and spreads my slick around. He teases me until my breath comes out in pants and I whine.

“So wet, baby. Your first session starts at eight.”

“Nooo. That’s too long.” I don’t know what time it is, but instinct tells me it’s far too long to wait. “Fuck me now.” I twitch my hips, trying to rub my clit harder and faster against his fingers. The lack of friction makes me feel like I’m going insane. Like I’ll spontaneously combust if someone doesn’t stick a dick in me right now. The incessant need to ride a cock grips me. “Please. Please fuck me.”

He has the nerve to chuckle at me, but I forgive him when he adjusts our positions and his cock slides between my lips. Each flex of his hips pushes it through my labia, catching on my clit. It’s wonderful, but not enough.

“Like this?” he asks.

What a fucking brat.

I growl to let him know I’m not amused as I reach down and run my fingers over the beautiful cockhead leaking pre-cum all over my pubic hair. It’s easy to press, to nudge it where I want it until his next thrust teases my entrance. He pulls back, his hips making a lazy cant, and then the next one notches him properly inside me in a single glide.

Sam’s cock sinks into me, and I sigh with relief.

He groans as he seats himself, a pleasant rumble that’s all satisfied male. We rock together, my pussy stretching to take him as the river of slick my body makes eases his passage and that warm buzz builds deep in my pelvis. Our fucking is slow and languid, a stark contrast to the rough and fast poundings of last night.

Reaching back, I palm his ass and pull him in deeper until he’s brushing against my cervix. But as my pleasure builds, I find it’s not enough to tip me over the edge. Not deep enough. Not fast enough. It’s sweet torture.

I try to take control of it, to slap my hips back against him and set the pace, but he digs his fingers into my hip and pins me where he wants me, his dick slipping in and out of me with smooth, slow thrusts. It’s a reminder that I’m not in control here. The thought should make me wary. Sam is another stranger in this lineup of people I don’t know fucking me raw, but it doesn’t. I feel taken care of. And maybe that makes no sense to Emily, the woman, but the omega side of me is purring and content.

“Sam,” I say, turning his name into a plea as I fidget.

Sam laughs and drops a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then throws the blankets of my nest off us and repositions us. He gets up on his knees and tugs me flat onto my back. One hand grips each thigh as he pulls me up onto his lap and enters me. The lazy morning fuck morphs into something rougher. This position lets me watch him fuck me, and for that reason alone, I love it. His sandy blond hair is a mess. Parts of it stick up in the air while other locks hang in his vision.

He’s naked, and I eat up the sight of him. Lean. That’s the best description of him. He’s athletic and toned, but his body lacks the breadth and sheer intimidation and power of an alpha. Sam’s abdominals flex with the work of his breathing as he ruts me into the nest. His large hands hold my pelvis on either side of me as if he’s holding me tight so I won’t run away. As if I’d want to get away. He pulls me deeper onto his cock with every cervix-hitting thrust.

“God, you feel so good. So hot and wet and soft.” His hips roll with each word, punctuating them, and then he goes back to pounding me.

My pussy clenches with his words, his endless praise that makes me want to duck my head in embarrassment but also preen. “So good. I love your cock.”

His eyes snap up to mine with a look I can’t describe. “Yeah?”

I nod, twisting my fingers in the nest. It’s the perfect size. Just long and wide enough that I feel full and satisfied without the awful stretch and burn of a first knot. It takes time and patience and tons of foreplay to take some of the alphas I’ve fucked. But not Sam. Sam, I think I could fuck anywhere, anytime. We can be spontaneous without worrying about preparations.

The fuzzy fleece blankets rub against my skin until I’m tingling all over. With Sam, there’s no endurance to this, just connection. Sometimes the alphas stretch you so badly that all you can think about is the worry that their knot’s going to split you in two. There’s a reason alphas purr to soothe us when we get distressed during rutting.

Sam hits the soft parts deep in me that know nothing but craving. He strokes them from the inside out until my toes curl and I’m breathing hard. His forearms tense as he holds me in place and keeps me from squirming, his forearm veins popping with the effort.

God, I want to lick them. Trace them with my tongue and cover him with kisses. Why haven’t I done that yet?

“I’m close, baby. Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod, eager to take everything he gives me. All he has to do is touch my clit and I’ll shatter. Each tug of his withdrawal pulls at it, and every grind of his pelvis against me rubs.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he orders. “Play with that pretty clit. You’re going to cum on my cock.”

I do. I reach down and stroke myself, gathering up my slick as I set two fingers over my clit and rub circles. It barely takes me any time at all to fall off that precipice, my cunt fluttering and squeezing as it tries to milk the cum right out of his balls.

Sam groans and drops his head, his gaze stuck on where we’re connected as his thrusts slow. His cock pulses, jerking inside of me, and then I feel it—the first lash of hot, ropey cum. He empties inside of me, each thrust wringing a little more out of him until his breathing levels out.

He glides in and out of me a few more times, and then he pulls free and stares at my slick, glossy pussy. Fingers tease my entrance as he touches me gently.

“Push it out.”

I bear down and flex, contracting my muscles until I feel the cool slide of cum trickling down the crack of my ass. Sam scoops it up and catches each drop, stroking my swollen folds as he plays with me.

“Do you want this in your nest?” he asks with zero judgment in his voice.

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