Hearing him talk like that makes my balls swell. I almost can't believe this is happening as I expose myself to the open air for the second time today.
I move in behind him and press my cock against his hole as he pulls his hand away. He was right, he really is ready for me. I easily slide inside of him, inhaling sharply as his body takes hold of my cock.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes…" Isaac moans as he presses back against me, eagerly taking my entire length.
"Shhh," I warn him. "Keep it down. I'm not losing my job over this."
"Fuck…" Isaac whispers. "I can't stay quiet. I need to be fucked."
"Just don't yell, please," I beg him. "Otherwise, I'm pulling out." It's a hollow threat, of course. I don't think I could leave if I wanted to. I'm already balls deep in this, literally.
"Fine." He drops his voice significantly. "Just please, help me."
I grab his hips and pull myself forward, making sure he can feel every inch of me. As soon as we're fully connected, I start to thrust. Long deliberate strokes at first, just to warm us both up. I know he's ready but getting him used to the friction is essential for what comes next. We can't afford to draw this out, so I've got to pour on the speed.
My rhythm builds quickly, my thighs slapping against his exposed ass, adding to the sex sounds that fill the air around us. Isaac stifles his moans, but anyone with half a brain passing within fifty feet would know what's going on over here. That should worry me, but instead, it sends a thrill down my spine.
I never would've considered myself an exhibitionist, but my track record today says otherwise.
As my pace continues, my chest heaves. I'm close, and I'm pretty sure he is too. Only a few more seconds, and this'll all be over. I can sink my knot into his sweet, fertile asshole and impregnate this little omega.
My thoughts skid to a stop as reality crashes in. What the fuck am I doing?
Isaac gasps with pleasure as come begins to rocket out of his cock, splashing against the bench beneath him. His ass tightens around me as my knot starts to form, but I pull away at the last moment.
"Fuck!" I swear in agony as my knot balloons and come pours onto the ground. My cock spasms angrily, and I gasp as I grit my teeth.
"Why did you do that?" Isaac protests, spinning around to face me.
"I didn't fucking want to," I assure him. My orgasm was ruined by poor planning, and I continue to swear under my breath as I pull my pants up.
Isaac continues to grumble as he retrieves his thong from the ground. "You could've at least warned me."
"You got your orgasm," I snap back at him. "I didn't think you wanted to get pregnant along with it."
He stops short and looks at me quietly. His expression falls as his heat fueled brain calms down. "I guess, I should thank you," he says before putting his thong back on. His legs are still coated in slick. It's obvious he just had sex, and the thong does nothing to hide that.
"You want to tell me what the hell happened? You're supposed to be on suppressants." I angrily start kicking dirt and gravel over the come that's spattered across the path.
"I know," he says, shamefully looking down at the bench. "But the suppressants I bought are missing. I went to take my dose this morning, and the box I packed is completely gone. I have no idea where they went. I must've…I dunno, lost my damn mind or something."
I frown as understanding dawns on me. "So this morning, the emergency you wanted to tell me about…"
He nods.
"So why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I counter. "There was plenty of time to go and get you a box from the mainland, or fuck, I could've gotten you an emergency dose from the nurse. Enough to last until we could go to the store. It'd be breaking the rules, giving you special treatment, but after you saved me this morning…"
"I know, I know…" He sighs as he shuffles away from me. The gravel must be hurting his feet with the way he's walking. "I just…I was pissed off and stupid. You were such a dick when I first came to you, and I was still angry about it. Obviously, I fucked it up because…well, you saw me."
"So you were pissed and you thought that the best way to get back at me was to make yourself miserable?"
"I know it doesn't make sense," he protests. "I didn't think that far ahead." He shakes his head and drops back down onto the bench. "So, now what?"
"Now…now we sneak you back to the staff house so you can shower and get changed." I look around, making sure no one is around. "I'll have to track down some water to clear this mess up. Either way, I don't want to see you again until morning."
"And then what?"
I know what he's asking. He wants to know if I'm still going to send him home or not. By all accounts, I really should. He broke the rules. Even if it was an accident like he claims, he still failed to take suppressants. And when he had a chance to fix the problem, he didn't. I should send him home. There's no reason not to.
So why am I second guessing myself?
"I'll let you know when I figure it out," I bark out after a moment. "Just…stop by the nurse's office after you're cleaned up and get some suppressants."
He frowns but doesn't say anything.
"What? What are you mad about now?"
"I'm not mad," he protests. "But the suppressants aren't going to do anything. I'm still in heat."
"Then what was all that?" I gesture wildly at the bench. "I thought sex stops it."
"Only if you knot me," he says with an exasperated sigh. "You've got to knot me and come inside me. Heat is all about baby making. That's the whole point of it. If there's no chance of getting pregnant, sex won't stop it."
"Are you kidding me?” He takes a deep whiff of the air around us. “I don't smell you anymore."
"It's temporary," he says, shaking his head. "It'll go away for a day probably, but it's bound to come back."
"Probably? What does that mean?" I'm completely lost here. I've been sexually active for a long time now, and this is the first I've heard of this. Then again, I've never bothered to learn more about it.
"It means that I've never had to go through this before. I've always either had my suppressants, or had an alpha knot me." He folds his arms and looks away. "I've been lucky enough to avoid getting pregnant so far, but it's a massive risk. So I'm usually really good about taking my suppressants. I feel like such an idiot for not bringing them."
I shake my head. I don't know what to do and things are getting more confusing the longer we keep talking.
"For now, let's just follow the plan. We'll figure out tomorrow later," I explain as I glance up the path back toward the hotel. "You should be able to circle around the back of the hotel to avoid being seen. We haven't been gone that long so the dining room is still probably full. All the other omegas should be working still, so you don't have to worry about being seen."
He nods slowly. "Fine," he takes a deep breath and starts hobbling back along the path. "Just remember, whatever you decide to do, all this is your fault."