Page 27 of What A Croc
It was so different from what I was used to, what I had ever had, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. Picking at the fuzz of the blanket wrapped around me–my blanket–I shyly told him, “I usually have more time in between. How long has it been? I’m not sure when the next one will hit. This shouldn’t be happening.”
Jackson shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it into an open doorway, and I assumed the darkened interior was likely a closet. I took a minute to enjoy the broad expanse of his naked chest, the lines of muscles and smooth, tanned skin.
Glancing at his watch he said, “It’s only been about fifteen minutes since you…ah, since the last cycle ended.”
Was he blushing? Surely not. Not this big, strong, assured alpha. He couldn’t possibly be blushing. It had to be a trick of the light that was causing his cheeks to pink like that.
“Do you know about how long you had between the first one and the second?” he questioned, pulling his slacks off. They followed the way his shirt had gone, and he was left in only a pair of navy boxer briefs that left little to my imagination. Not like I wasn’t very aware of what the man was packing. I’d had that thick cock knotted inside me not that long ago.
Shaking my head, I sighed softly, burrowing down into the tangled bedding that smelled like him. “Maybe twenty minutes.”
His brow furrowed. “That’s not a lot of time in between. How do you feel now? Do you feel another wave coming on?”
Shaking my head once more, I gave him a soft smile. “Not yet.”
It was his turn to nod, while he busied himself around the room. I had no idea what he was doing, until I realized he had my carry-on bag and he was pulling items out of it and placing them on the bed. Sweats, my favorite pajama pants with cartoon dogs on it that had been a gift from Julianna on my birthday. A couple of t-shirts, along with a soft sweatshirt. Socks and underwear. My toothbrush. My shampoo and body wash. Two of my dildos.
Wait. Oh. My. Goddess!
Pulling the blanket up to my nose, I peered at the items with wide eyes. “Umm, did you go through my drawers?”
“Wyatt helped,” he said nonchalantly, which did not help the embarrassment I felt about this situation. Placing the toys on the nightstand closest to him, he tossed some knotting condoms next to them.
“Oh Goddess!” I pulled the covers over my head and tried to will myself anywhere but in this most fucking embarrassing moment ever.
“Ah, we kinda forgot to use protection the first time,” he told me, looking and sounding guilty. “I wasn’t sure if you are on any birth control…” his voice trailed off, not finishing his sentence.
Sitting up, I patted the spot next to me, and he sat. Staring at my lap, my fingers idly fiddled with my blanket. “I don’t know why we’re both acting shy with each other,” I started, “I mean we’ve fucked against your car, and you just had my dick in your mouth. I think the time for modestyhas passed. Besides, there really isn’t much modesty when you spend a heat with an omega.”
Heat surged through me, so quickly it left me panting. Slick gushed from my hole, leaving the sheets beneath me damp.
“Jackson,” I whined, moving restlessly, my cock already hard again. Gripping it in my hand, I stroked, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what I needed. I needed my hole to be filled. Stretched as far as it could be stretched. I needed to be held down, and pounded into the mattress. I needed to be railed, and only this alpha could give me what I wanted. What I needed.
“Already?” Jackson scrambled for a knotting condom, tearing it open at one end. “That was fast.”
Not waiting for him to get himself sheathed, I rolled up on all fours. Bending my arms, I rested my head on them, my knees splayed wide, my ass high and proud, wet and open for my alpha.
“Jackson!”
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging in, and I relished the way he pushed me a little more down into the mattress. His tongue licked a stripe from top to bottom, over my slick hole to the top of my crease and I wailed into my arms.
Then his blunt head, encased in latex, pushed into me, stretching me, filling me, not stopping, not giving a quarteruntil my greedy hole had sucked him all the way in. Until his balls were slapping against my ass.
One hand splayed over the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, holding me right where he wanted me. He flexed his hips, pulling out almost all the way, then slowly gliding back into me.
Tossing my head, I glared at him over my shoulder. “Harder! Faster! Fuck me into the mattress, Alpha!”
For the next ten minutes, he did just that. Slamming into me with a brutal force that pushed me up an inch with every plunge. Expelled the air from my lungs, until all I could do was cry out in a high pitch, and scream, “Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes!”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, broken up only by my panting moans, and the dirty, squelching sounds of his cock pounding into my wet hole.
His cock grew inside me, getting wider, his knot stretching me painfully, until I bit my lip at the burning pleasure, pain, sure that he was going to tear me in two, but not caring one bit if he did.
Jackson’s harsh breaths filled my ears, my fingers scrambled for purchase, bunching the sheets up. He surrounded me, his chest over my back, his hair roughened legs sliding against mine, his hands bruising my hips with his fingernails, no doubt leaving marks.
His lips found the tender skin of my neck, just under my ear, and he sucked the flesh into his mouth. Themovement mimicked the flex of his hips, sucking and biting in the same pleasure pain that blurred together.
He changed angles the tiniest bit, pegging my prostate over and over.
