Page 13 of The Buck Stops Hare

“I really hope so.” He sighed, and I threaded my fingers into the fringe at the nape of his neck, tightening my grip to pull himup. After I had him in my sights, the sadness melted away to confusion, heat, arousal, something strange. He was taller than me, just over my six three, but I had no trouble reaching his lips to kiss.

He tensed and relaxed against my mouth. I’d kissed girls before, sure, putting them under me, dominating them until we were breathless and I lost interest. Unlike them, though, he made my cock strain. He made my heart rush in my chest as his grip went higher up my back.

“I can’t fuck you like this, Cliff. Don’t tempt me, please.”

“Who said you’d be fucking me?” What little confidence I could muster poured free of my lips with a heated groan. I pushed him out of the bathroom, feet still wet, as he backed away. Opposite the wall lay the bed I’d awoken in and we bumped the edge of it as we arrived.

His chest tensed, throat tightened and bobbed with a hard swallow. Onto my toes, I pushed up and brushed my lips over the shell of his ear. “I’m gonna fuckyou.”

Bold. Bold of me to assume, but the catch and groan in Buck’s throat made my dick pulse with precum.

“As y-you wish.” His dry throat clicked when he swallowed.

Chapter Seven

Buck

“I’m gonna fuck you,” Cliff said. My heart, if it could be called such a thing, tumbled over itself and my mind went blank.

I’d had omegas before. I’d had males before. I dabbled in females occasionally. I’d never beenhadby one before. My body answered before my mind did. “As y-you wish.”

“I do. I wish a lot.” His mouth did not own mine, nor did his confidence subdue me, but I wanted to submit to him, to give him that new experience. And surprisingly, my cock was entirely on board. It was on board for anything Cliff suggested.

I lifted stiff hands to traverse his sides and cup his hips, letting him lead the pace. “Do with me what you need. I won’t take you until the heat passes.” Firm muscles flexed under my fingers and burning heat like sun-scorched stone radiated from him. I wanted more—and more he gave.

He studied my face with slight scrutiny for several long seconds before urging me toward my old bed. I returned often to clean the place a little, shaking blankets and airing things out a bit, but buckled onto disused blankets at his slight push. There, I merely tugged at my clothes, letting my form part from them with ease.

“Show-off.” His bare body, damp but drying fast, fell over top of me, caging me in with substantial arms, squared shoulders and the most un-omegalike form I’d ever seen. He was built more like an alpha in ways, and I inhaled deeply, taking in that sweet scent of heat, reaffirming what my mind knew.

Nothing could have prepared me for his mouth, his wandering hands, one at my stomach pawing at my light muscles and another lower, ascertaining what it was a god possessed. Which, I’d admit, was substantial. Bigger than his,at any rate. Despite this, he lined our cocks up as if comparing sizes, stroking them together with slight awe that made my hips tilt and rock with desire, chasing touch.

Each teasing touch built upon the next, not the touch of someone seeking gratification but someone studying something complex, a mountain to be climbed. He’d never… But I’d not say a word to him until he was ready. I needed to lead in some ways, teach, give him his confidence.

“I am not omega. I will not get slick on my own.” My words came out strained, rough like grinding stones. Cliff groaned with frustration and pushed his hips forward, dragging my cock down his own, over his sac, and halted when my hands grasped his hips. “You’ll thank me later.”

Before Cliff could respond, I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him from climbing atop my cock. He was not prepared to take me. I let my hand traverse his backside, the rasp of my dry flesh against his made a soft a subtle whisper of pleasure that ended with his wounded cry. At the end of my search, my fingers caressed his bud, rubbing the tenderness with gentle circles to coax a pulse of slick free of him as it drew out a hiss of pleasure.

Teeth clenched, Cliff sat bolt upright, snarling with need as his cock jerked and balls rode high. “Changed my mind. F-fuck me, stupid god.”

“Soon, in your right state of mind.” I restrained myself and brought my slick fingertips to his cock, spreading his natural lubricant over the beautiful length, over his retreating foreskin, circling the tip with a thumb to chase a growing bead of precum. He squirmed and whimpered in my arms and groaned with need that I couldn’t fill right away. And with the temptation of my cock bobbing and rubbing so close, I couldn’t have him face-to-face. Not yet.

On my side, I turned, releasing my grasp on him to spread the remaining slick between my legs, easing entry to my hole.It’d be a new experience for the both of us. While I was functionally and biologically human in this form, my godliness only came from within, from power. Even I didn’t know what was to come.

Well, probably Cliff. Hopefully me.

I rolled onto my front, catching a glimpse of his hungry, mesmerized face going misty with desperation and groaned when he caged me down against the bed, arms on either side of me. Hot breath ghosted my back, before a stiff, slick protrusion rested against the crease of my buttock and thigh. “You’re so fucking hot…”

“Gods are meant to be as attractive as we want.” I hissed as he traced a warm hand over my back, down my hip and thigh. His exploratory touch drew the light rasp of nails across me and sent stuttering pleasure across my body in a wave.

“Then you must want to be perfect.” Cliff explored closer to my crease with curious fingers and guided his tip to my hole that could have used far more prep work. Presumably sensing that, he toyed with his slick there and plied me open with rocking fingers. One digit squirmed in before another, his breath shuddering, head bent low as far as the shadows could tell their story. Before us. He stared down, breath shaking, watching his own handiwork.

I groaned at his touch, encouraging him by arching my ass up. His fingers moved in curious ways, exploring me, working ever so carefully as I relaxed into the gentle motion. A second finger stretched me then a third, massaging into the goal of one particular spot that made me hiss and groan with pleasure.

“So, like a human, then, really?” With a gentle tug, his fingers slipped free of me, leaving my hole empty and vulnerable for all of a few seconds. As one, I lifted my hips to meet his, our bodies meeting when his tip pushed into my sensitive ring. And the noise he made drove me a little wild with lust.

“Ngh—essentially.” As an alpha, and a top, I made a point to pass the pleasure of touch onto my partner. Thereach around, as it were. Either by writ of delirium or lack of know-better, Cliff did not cede to my lifted, tilted hips. He thrust in with a fluid gesture, letting his body shudder and stutter with inexperienced pleasure. Someone who, clearly, had only ever had his hand. Though, much of that was pointless when the first strike of his cock ground into my nerves and sent a sharp bark of pleasure through me that made my cock jerk and drip against twisted blankets. It left me wondering how many omegas and men I’d pushed into this level of pleasure in my life.

That list came up short as Cliff retreated and thrust in again, grunting with effort that left me quaking. No other male could enter my mind. No other male would be there for me again, goddess willing. The thought ended as he rolled his hips and leaned forward, teeth tracing my back before plucking and nipping at me. Between nips of his teeth, his hips rocked, building a regular pace until he groaned out a few choked words. “Gonna come.”

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