Page 17 of Pumpkin Patch Cutie
The first few turns were nothing but fog machines and spooky sounds to set the mood, then a shuffling zombie rushed out from a dead end.
I yelped in surprise and pressed myself against Dom as he led me in the other direction.
I knew it was all just for fun, but I really did feel safe in his embrace. I leaned into him, allowing him to guide me through the maze. Soon I was jumping at every actor, letting my alpha protect me.
My alpha… it made my cock perk up again. I wanted him to stake his claim on me. It was like the omega side of me that had waited for so long, needed everything at once.
I heard a faint growling, and I wondered if we were reaching a new portion of the maze. Then I realized that it was Dom.
I glanced up, and our eyes met. His were dark with lust, and as soon as I’d noticed he tugged me into a dead end, which was thankfully unoccupied.
Our lips crashed together, neither of us able to hold back our desperation. Then he was licking at the seam of my lips, and I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
Dom’s arms were warm and tight around me, but I still needed more. I pressed my erection against him, and whimpered when his hands moved from my back to my ass. He pulled me tight and I shivered at the bulge that answered my own.
He pulled back and I whined. I didn’t want to stop. All that mattered was getting him inside me as quickly as possible.
“Come on,” he growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me.
I was about to ask if he knew the way out, then I remembered that he worked there. Of course he knew exactly where he was going. It was only a handful of turns before the exit was before us.
I expected Dom to lead me to his truck, but instead he pulled me towards what looked like a barn.
“Anybody in here?” he asked, voice a deep rumble as he opened the door.
When there was no answer he pulled me inside and brought our mouths together again. His tongue claimed my mouth while he squeezed my ass with both hands.
“Please alpha,” I begged as we came up for air. I needed him. I needed everything. I wanted him to claim me in every sense; his cock pulsing inside me for the first time, a bond mark on my neck, and our first child growing in my middle.
Breathless, he pulled me deeper into the barn. Then he turned me so that I was facing a wall. He loosened my jeans, then pushed them and my briefs down, grinding his bulge against me.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he growled, tilting my head back so that he could kiss me while he undid the fly on his jeans.
Then his cock pressed against me, hot and demanding.
I spread my legs, needing him, and he responded by sliding one hand between my ass cheeks. But instead of plunging his fingers inside to prep me, he coated himself in my slick, then spread it between my thighs.
“Fuck…” I breathed as I realized what he had planned.
He finished slicking my thighs, and I squeezed my legs together.
Dom pressed his cock to the seam of my thighs, then growled as it slid through.
Part of me wanted to protest. I loved a good thigh-fucking as much as the next man, but I wanted my alpha inside me. However, it made sense too. If he knotted my thighs we could still separate quickly if somebody came in, something that would be impossible if he were locked inside me.
Luckily, my disappointment vanished when he reached around and wrapped his hand around my aching cock. He spread the remaining slick along my shaft, which I had to admit was hot as hell, then he started thrusting at the same time he stroked my length.
I moaned as pleasure sparked through me. His cock between my legs was delicious torture, and a tease of what I would get later. But it was the way his fingers teased my length that drove me crazy. Soft touches danced along the shaft, alternating with firm strokes, leaving me unable to get into a rhythm.
Dom’s breath tickled my ear as he leaned in, a low growl in his throat. “You’re so gorgeous,” he rumbled, thrusting hard. “The most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”
I leaned my head back just enough to reach his lips, and he immediately took the hint, capturing them in a scorching kiss.
Maybe it was the fact that it had been so long, or maybe it was Dom, but he was rocketing me towards a fast finish.
“I’m close,” I warned.
I didn’t know what I expected, but him doubling down wasn’t it. Instead of slowing down or easing up on my cock, he thrust harder and stroked me to the same pace. The sound of skin slapping filled the barn along with our gasps and grunts.
