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I swirl my tongue piercing around his cockhead again, just to hear him moan before pushing forward and taking more of him into my mouth. His hand is a steady presence against my cheek as I suck his dick, taking him in so far he hits the back of my throat before pulling off again. I do that over and over, just tasting him and enjoying the heaviness of his cock against my tongue. Fuck, I could so easily grow addicted to this.

I take a deep breath and I’m almost blown over as I smell Ben’s scent. He’s used scent blockers for so long that I almost forgot what he smelled like but with my nose buried close to his pubic hair, I cansmell him. My mouth waters even more than it already was, breathing in his spiced wine scent.

It’s different than what I remember it, no doubt his hormone injections causing his scent to change. It’s very clearlyalphawith musky tones, but the wine scent I remember when we were teenagers is still there even if it’s laced with spice now. Fuck, I want to bury my nose in his pubes just so I can keep breathing him in.

So that’s exactly what I do.

“Ryder!”

I close my eyes as I relax my throat, pushing his cock into my mouth as deep as I can. I’m careful to not set off my gag reflex, deep throating him until my nose presses against his groin. My own cock fuckingthrobsas I feel Ben tucked perfectly into my throat. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is so much better than I ever imagined it would be.

“Jesus Christ,” Ben breathes out, his hand running through my hair. His touch is achingly gentle. He could fuck my face and I wouldn’t mind one bit, but instead he treats me with tenderness. He could take charge but instead, allows me to take care of him. “Fuck, Ryder. Your mouth feels so fucking good. This is so embarrassing, but I’m gonna come soon.”

I pull back, popping off of his dick. I use my hand to stroke him, my spit making the way easy and smooth. “That’s okay,” I tell him, ignoring the way my voice cracks. “I want to taste you so badly, Ben.”

“Fuck.” I go back to sucking his cock, using my hand at the base to massage where his knot will be. It grows stiffer against my hand and my stomach flutters.

I’ve done so much research when it comes to the changes that A brings to a person’s body. His knot might not pop fully or as thick as a cis alpha, but fuck, he’s got a little stiffness around the base of his dick that feels perfect in my hand.

Knowing the size of it, I decide to try something I’ve only done a few times. I deep throat Ben once more, making sure my teeth are just past his knot. I swallow, letting my throat massage the head of his cock. The noise he makes is something broken and desperate.

“Shit, Ryder. Pull off. I’m gonna come!” I look up at Ben and give him a wink, swallowing again. “My knot doesn’t pop fully but it can still get caught behind your teeth. Be careful.”

The care he shows me fills me with warmth. I want him to come inside my mouth. I want to taste him. I want him to have this.

He cries out as the base of his cock fills as fully as it can get, hardening and bulging out ever so slightly. I keep it behind my teeth, simulating like he has a full knot, keeping it locked in place. A moment later I feel the warmth of his cum splash down my throat. Oh god. Fuck. That feels so good. I swallow it all down, careful not to make myself choke.

With his dick stuck in my mouth, I carefully pull my own cock free, stroking myself. I can feel Ben twitch inside my throat, his slightly swollen dick resting on my tongue and pushing against the inside of my mouth. His scent is so strong here and I can’t get enough of it. God, it’s all so much, it’s all so fucking good.

I moan as I stroke myself, my eyes glancing up and meeting Ben’s. He’s staring at my mouth which is stretched around his cock still. He looks so fucking enraptured that I can’t hold myself back. I come across the sheets between my legs, covering the bedding and my pants with my cum.

Ben gently pets my hair before his hand is moving lower, pushing against my cheek so he can feel his cock through my skin. God, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is! He smiles.

“That was incredible,” he tells me, his petting never stopping. “You look so hot like this, Ryder. I can’t believe you let me knot your mouth. Fuck.” He continues like this, petting my face and my hair as he showers me in praise. I whimper which in turn makes his cock throb once more, my whimper vibrating against his cock.

After laying like this for a while, I carefully open my mouth and slide his cock free from my throat. I lick over my teeth and tilt my neck back and forth, working the knots out. Then I carefully tuck myself into my pants before doing the same for Ben. Finally, I flop down on his chest.

“Holy shit. That was so fucking good,” I murmur, tucking my head against his throat. “So worth the wait.” I breathe in and let out a whine. My inner omega is suddenly overcome with sadness. We want to smell Ben. We want his scent all over us. We want to be scent marked just as much as we want to mark him. We want him to have the same bite that we wear.

“What’s wrong?”

I clear my throat. “Sorry. I just miss your scent already,” I confess softly.

Ben’s arms tighten around me. Before I can apologize he kisses the top of my head. “I get it. It’s something I’m still a little sensitive about but not as much as I used to be. Tomorrow I’ll go without the blockers, just for you.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” he says, giving me a soft smile. He touches my cheek, bringing me in for a soft kiss. “Anything for my--” he looks away for a moment, working up his nerves. When he looks back at me, there’s determination in his eyes. “Anything for my omega.”

I smile so wide that my cheeks hurt and we spend the rest of the night tucked in bed trading slow, simmering kisses. It’s the best night I’ve had in a really fucking long time.

CHAPTER SIX

BEN

“We should really get backon the road,” I murmur, tilting my head back and letting the sun wash over my face. We stopped at a rest stop so we could stretch our legs and use the bathroom. This one just happens to be near a lake. The sign says it’s ‘Big Ben Lagoon’ and it had a little beach and picnic area which meant Ryder demanded wehadto stop and lay in the sand. ‘It would be rude not to pay homage to your namesake’, he had said. And because he has me wrapped around his little finger, I agreed.

“Just five more minutes,” he says without even opening his eyes. I stare down at him, taking in his features while he’s sunbathing, smiling to myself.

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