Page 28 of His Sassy Omega
“Fuck. Fuck, no!” he hissed.
I started to drift out of the blissful haze of sex I’d been floating in, before I became aware of what was happening inside me.
His knot.
His knot was catching at my rim, his dick nailing my prostate with each twitch.
“You’re knotting me?!” I heard the shrillness of my voice, harsh and higher, to my ears.
Knotting was something you should have a conversation about before it happened. I’d never let anyone knot me. Knotting was something you did when you were in heat.
“It wasn’t on purpose.” His teeth clenched tightly, his muscles rigid. “I’ve…never. It’s never been an issue before.”
My head was all kinds of mixed up; jumbled, cloudy, and foggy, and I made little sense of his words. All I knew was I didn’t want him to stop. It felt too damn good. Why had I always been anti-knotting? It felt amazing.
“Don’t care,” I moaned, pushing back against him, my teeth catching my bottom lip. “Knot me, alpha.”
I was caught between clarity and floating, pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. His knot swelled again and pushed past my rim, then out, not quite catching.
Had I ever been this full in my life? I couldn’t think of a time, and I’d never felt anything this intoxicating either. I was drunk with it, my inhibitions gone.
“Jesus, you feel incredible,” Lachlan moaned in my ear. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum.”
Fuck yes!
I was annoyed by the piece of rubber between us, wanting to feel the liquid heat of him fill me to my brim. Dripping out of my ass for days.
I wanted him to own me.
My dick was rock hard, caught between my stomach and the table. I wanted to reach down and stroke it, give myself some relief. I couldn’t let go of my grip on the table, as we rocked against each other, the table legs scraping across the floor. As if he could read my mind, Lachlan’s handwrapped around my throbbing, weeping dick, and he jacked me in time to the thrusting in my ass.
My orgasm crashed over me.
I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d wanted to. I was yelling, swearing, and shooting my cum across the table. I felt Lachlan’s cock swell inside me, his knot catching on my rim, locking us together.
He shouted, shuddering against me, muscles taut and shaking. Liquid fire blazed in my ass. He spurted over and over, and then my vision grayed out.
Chapter Nine
Lachlan
I lay over Quinn, catching my breath. I was pretty sure he might have passed out. It would have worried me, but his breathing was even and steady. I wished we’d managed to find a more comfortable place to have sex, though.
Draped over the hard table wasn’t the best place to wait out my knot. I kept shooting cum into him every few minutes, making even moving us down to the floor difficult, if not impossible.
I didn’t know how long we’d be locked together. I’d never knotted anyone before. I knew the schematics of it, of course. I’d had sex-ed and the ‘sex talk’ with my mom. People, friends, and brothers gossip. I’d watched plenty of porn.
I’d just never actually experienced the reality of it.
I was certain, thanks to the unexpected presence of my knot, that the condom had broken. I hadn’t used a knotting condom – didn’t even own one – and my knot had been more than the regular rubber could handle.
“Ung.” Quinn made a noise, his eyes still closed. He was sprawled in a boneless heap over the table. I was still buried in his ass, my front drapedover his back. He had let go of the grip he’d had on the table, his body lax beneath me.
I looked behind me, to our pile of clothes, and couldn’t help the smug little smile. We’d managed to move the table about a foot across the floor. It was almost pushed up against the opposite wall. The remainder of the brownies and scones were scattered on the floor around us.
Quinn mumbled again, and I ran a hand over his warm flesh, soothing and massaging. He was going to have bruises from the table, and possibly my hands. I’d not been gentle, but I hadn’t heard him complain. I smiled as I thought of the way he’d bossed me around, when I’d not been moving to his satisfaction or speed.
I’d never had blinding hot sex like this with anyone. I’d never been so rough. Never needed to bury my hard cock in someone like I’d needed to be in him. Buried in his wet, inviting ass, as fast as possible.
