Each time, I pushed myself a little further, barely to the point where it was almost painful and then back.
All of a sudden, I slid him in further than I meant to. There was a moment of too-much surprise and I froze.
But it wasn’t... bad. I rolled my hips to test and—oh. That felt amazing. Jordan’s hips twitched, pressing him in even further. Not much, but enough that I knew I wanted more.
Slowly, I pressed myself backward, and Jordan made these little “Ah! Ah!” noises.
Fuck. Yes. This was what my body needed.
My ass pressed firmly against Jordan’s hip bones and I realized I had done it. I’d taken him all the way in!
“How you doing, fluffy?”
I squeezed my ass, relishing the way I could make Jordan jump and moan with the smallest of motions.
“I feel powerful.”
“You should. I’m completely at your mercy, and I love it.”
I felt like a king on his throne, surveying his kingdom. My kingdom being a large, muscled alpha looking at me like I was heaven personified. “What do I do now?”
“Like I said, anything you want.”
“But what if I don’t know what I want?”
“Then just start moving. I think you’ll figure out what you like pretty quickly.”
His advice was less than helpful. But I did it anyway, rocking forward slightly, then backward, experimenting with what made me uncomfortable or felt painful, and what felt oh... so...
“Good,” Jordan grunted. As I found my rhythm and lost my self-consciousness, he thrust slowly upward. That... whoa. His motion took it to a whole new level of hell fucking yes and a bag of candy.
“Not enough.”
I didn’t realize I’d spoken aloud until Jordan snapped his hips up more sharply.
“Not enough? Tell me why, fluffy.”
I bit my lip, embarrassed to say the words.
“Tell me, Wyatt. What do you need? There’s nothing I won’t give you. Nothing you should feel ashamed about.”
I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him as I said it. “I need... I need your knot. Please?”
Jordan sucked in a breath.
“Is that... is that too much?”
“Not at all. Just... just needed a moment. I nearly came right then, and I’m not ready for that. I want you to come first. I need to know you’re satisfied before... Okay. I’m going to go a little harder. At any point, if you want me to stop, you have to say so. Or jump away. I won’t be upset. Your safety comes first.”
I needed him to hurry up and start already. I was getting dizzy with the force of my need.
“Say okay, Wyatt. Tell me that you will let me know if we need to stop.”
“Okay.”
He started slowly at first, giving me time to meet his rhythm. What would it be like to have his hands on me, guiding me? Not even a flash of memory from my past experiences filtered into this moment. This was something completely new. Desire. Respect.
Love.
When Jordan did actually pick up the pace, I lost my ability to move with him. His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust, and I braced myself on his chest, the rough hair and thick muscle grounding me.
This was... was this? Was this supposed to be... Holy freaking cow. I’d never... So close. So close, and the satisfaction as Jordan’s knot started to grow, shortening his strokes, tugging at my entrance, my dick rubbing against his stomach too lightly, not enough pressure, driving me mad...
“I can’t... much longer...”
I grabbed my dick and gave it two short pulls before electricity exploded through my body. Thin ropes of cum painted Jordan’s chest.
As if that was the signal he needed, he roared as he found his own release. His knot swelled to full thickness inside me, the throb of his cock twitching making my eyes roll back in my head.
I needed to do something more...
My ability to think was completely gone. There was only instinct.
I grabbed Jordan’s shoulders and pulled myself up his body, forcing him to curl his legs up as his knot was locked inside me. I licked the space between shoulder and neck, then sank my teeth deep in.
As his teeth grabbed my shoulder in return, I bit deeper, and a feeling of completeness settled deep into my bones.
Mate.
Home.
My muscles gave out then, and I collapsed on Jordan’s chest, sticky cum squishing between us, his legs still curled to avoid pulling too harshly at his knot.
“Fluffy... I can’t hold my legs up for much longer.”
I grumbled as I managed to push myself a few inches down so he could lower them.
Sex had never felt like this before. No, I couldn’t call what had happened to me before sex. It hadn’t been sex.
This... I hadn’t ever dreamed something like this existed.
Jordan shifted underneath me.
I sat up like a spring was attached to my spine. “I’m so sorry! I forgot to untie you.”
I leaned forward, but Jordan pulled his elbows together to block me. “Not yet, fluffy. I think I can still go a time or two more, and I still don’t trust myself.”
Whatever fears I’d had before were completely gone. “I trust you, though.”
“Not yet, fluffy.” He thrust his hips up and my eyes rolled back. “If I have to distract you, I will.”
“How will you distract me?” My voice sounded lower than I’d ever heard it.
“With devious tricks.” He thrust again.
I turned my head to lick at his nipple and smiled at the sharp hiss that caused.
Two could play at this game.
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Jordan
We came once more before I felt comfortable letting Wyatt undo the ties binding my arms. And then we came yet again, this time with my hands caressing his body, showing him how many more sensations we could add to the basic act.
Not once had Wyatt shown any sense of hesitation or fear. As I watched him now, wrapped in my arms, his head on my shoulder, a soft smile on his face and my mate bite a quickly healing pink scar on his shoulder, I felt as if I’d fallen into a dream world.
How was it possible this was all real? It was too perfect. He was too perfect.
“Is it morning?” Wyatt’s sleepy voice was rough. Though that could have been from how many times I’d made him shout once I’d been free to turn all my attention on him.
“Only if we want it to be.”
His warm snort of breath tickled my chest. “I’m pretty sure morning comes whether we want it to or not.”
“I could say the same for the both of us.”
In retaliation, Wyatt poked my stomach, but his fingers were still weak with sleep. He hadn’t yet opened his eyes. “So what now?”
I tightened my arms around him. “I guess we have to face the music. I still haven’t had the chance to talk to anyone about whether I still have a job or not.”
Wyatt sat half up, looking down at me. “Why wouldn’t you have a job?”
“I broke protocol. Endangered one of the residents.”
His frown was too adorable for words. “But you rescued me.”
“And hopefully that will factor in. I don’t know. I’ve never broken the rules before, nor really seen what happens if anyone does. Not rules, really, protocols. They’re there for everyone’s safety, and The Haven Center hires good people, so it doesn’t happen often.”