Page 43 of A Promise of Forever
"Would you like that?" Forrest continues, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my hip bones through my soaked pants. "Would you like me to fuck you this time? To fill you up and knot you the way your body is begging for?"
I nod frantically, words failing me completely. My body knows what it wants even if my brain is still processing.
"Turn around, sweetheart," Forrest instructs. "First, I'm going to taste you. Then I'm going to fill you the way you need."
I start to turn, ready to comply with anything he asks, but then hesitation floods through me. "But..." I start, not sure what I'm objecting to.
"I only ask two things," Forrest moves closer, still seated in his chair, his legs on either side of mine. "Tell me if it's too much. Use your words. I'll only be angry if you try to push yourself past your limits without communicating. Can you do that for me?"
I nod, understanding the importance of that boundary. He's not asking me to endure, he's asking me to be honest. "Okay," I manage to whisper. "What's number two?"
Forrest lets out a little growl that goes straight to my core. "Make a mess of me, sweetheart. I want you dripping all over me. I want to smell like you for hours afterward. Don't hold back anything your body wants to give me."
I press against the edge of Forrest’s desk, the wood digging into my hips, as Forrest slowly drags my pants down, the material catching on the slick coating my thighs. The cool air of the room hits my bare ass, a sharp contrast to my feverish skin, a shiver crawling down my spine in response.
Forrest’s hands find my ass, his fingers massaging the flesh with a tenderness that makes my knees weak. His touch is amazing, like he’s savoring every inch of me, and I feel the tension in my shoulders start to melt, even as my heart races. His fingers trace lower, two of them circling my hole, teasing the sensitive, slick-drenched rim.
I bite my lip, stifling a moan, but when those fingers slide inside, I can’t hold back. A groan spills from my lips as I collapse forward, my chest flat against the desk. “So good,” I gasp, my voice trembling with the intensity of his touch, the way his fingers stretch me just enough to ease the heat.
A deep, thick purr starts up behind me as Forrest fucks his fingers into me slowly, each thrust curling just right to hit that spot that makes my vision blur. My slick makes the slide effortless, the wet sounds filling the room, mingling with my ragged breaths. I lose myself in the mixture of sensations and the way my body responds so eagerly to him. Then his fingers slip out, leaving me empty and aching, confusion welling in my chest as I twist around, desperate to know what’s next.
My eyes widen as I catch his gaze on my slick-coated hole, his nostrils flaring as my scent sweetens involuntarily. “Valla?” I know he said he was going to taste me, but I didn’t think he meant it.
His fingers dig into my ass, spreading me further before his tongue presses against my hole. I gasp, falling flat against the desk again as pleasure shoots through me. Forrest’s hands hold me open as he dives in, licking and sucking with a hunger that sends shockwaves through me. My legs tremble, threatening to give out, but Forrest’s grip and the desk keep me upright. “You taste like fucking heaven, little dove,” Forrest growls, his voice muffled but thick with desire, the words sending a flush of heat through my chest.
“Sir,” I whimper, my voice breaking, “I need to…” I can’t even finish the sentence, too embarrassed to say it aloud.
“Come as many times as you need to, sweetheart,” he says, his tongue flicking against me again. “God, you’re going to be addicting.”
My body tightens, pleasure coiling tight in my belly before I come across the edge of the desk, the release crashing through me. My knees buckle, but I catch myself, Forrest only pulling back once he’s satisfied.
I twist around to face him, his pupils blown wide as he pulls out his cock, precum glistening at the tip. “Tell me when this is too much, Sterling,” he purrs, running a hand up and down his length.
He presses the blunt head of his cock against my hole, his free hand settling against my back. Panic flares up in my chest as memories of what used to happen in this position flood my mind and I wriggle against the desk, fighting the blinding emotions. “Not that! Red. Don’t hold me down. I can’t…”
Forrest pulls back instantly as he helps me turn around, his expression softening, concern replacing the heat. “I’m sorry, little dove,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to.”
I shake my head, guilt twisting in my gut. “I didn’t mean for that,” I mumble, kicking off my pants completely, the fabricpooling on the floor. I reach for him, needing to close the distance, to erase the fear.
Forrest lifts me onto the edge of the desk, my bare ass against the cool surface. “I’m still here,” he says. “Just needed to try another position. How’s this?”
He presses his cock against my sloppy hole again and I wrap my thighs around his waist, pulling him closer, the position open and vulnerable but not trapping me like the last one. “Much better,” I breathe, relief flooding me as I feel him right where I need him.
Forrest smiles down at me with that look of pride he gives me when I’ve done something right before slowly fucking into me, letting me adjust to the stretch. His cock fills me perfectly, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my core. He bends down and captures my lips in a kiss, my fingers digging into his arms and shoulders as I anchor myself to him.
Forrest’s voice rumbles against my ear. “I’m so proud to have you as my omega. You’re so good for me, Sterling. Your body was made for my cock, wasn’t it? So perfect, so fucking perfect.”
I come again,hard, my release spilling over my shirt, the fabric sticking to my skin. Forrest doesn’t stop, though, his thrusts picking up pace. “Give me one more, little dove,” he growls out. “One more, and then I’m going to knot you.”
I taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me again, the flavor of my slick mingling with his own musk, and it’s intoxicating. Then I feel his knot pressing against my rim and pushing inside. I groan through the stretch, the sensation overwhelming as it expands and locks us together. The pressure pushes me over the edge as we come together, Forrest rocking himself against my ass several times before pulling me with him to sit back in his chair.
His knot hits a completely different part inside of me, a pleasured whine falling from my lips as my head falls against hisshoulder. “That’s the first time it felt good,” I whisper, the words coming out before I can stop them.
Forrest’s purr falters. “I’ve knotted you before,” he says, confusion lacing his voice. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
I sit back a little bit, searching his expression for disapproval and finding none. “They always told me the heat spikes would feel good,” I start. “You learn in school that it’s this delirious haze you can’t control, but it’s supposed to feel… good. It’s never felt good. I was always so scared. They…” I trail off, the memories of Wilson, of others, threatening to pull me under. “You make me feel safe and loved and cared for. I really like it.” The idea of sharing my heat with Forrest isn’t as terrifying a prospect as it was a few days ago.
I rock myself on his knot, chasing the lingering pleasure. “I’m still too scared to say the words you told me at the ring,” I admit. “I don’t want to lose this, but I want it. I want it so fucking bad.”
