his balls.
He twisted beneath me. “Fuck. Damn. Hell.”
Here, his aroma was strongest. As I breathed deeply, Jordan’s scent—alpha, smoke, rain—flooded my system, chasing away any tension, any fear, any hesitation.
Now.
There were no thoughts anymore. Without a hint of grace, I tore my pants off, desperate to sate my heat. I straddled his hips again, my eyes rolling back into my head as his thick, burning hot length pressed between the slick cheeks of my ass.
“Ah!” The headboard creaked dangerously.
I reached behind me, working more on instinct than experience or knowledge.
My hand couldn’t wrap completely around his cock. Oof.
It was okay. I could do this. I would do this.
I wanted to do this.
I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, bracing myself for impact.
“Go slow.” Jordan rocked his hips. “Only do what feels good, okay?”
Just rubbing my ass against his cock felt good right now.
“Wyatt... oh my god. What—uff.”
The noises coming from his mouth made me smile. Made me feel powerful. What would happen if I pressed down a little?
His cock stretched my hole, even just trying to press him in without actually going anywhere, but Jordan gasped, and I wanted more, so I pressed further.
Too much, too much! Disappointed, I backtracked. Was I going to be able to do this without pain?
“Yeah, just like that, fluffy. Tease yourself. Tease me. Just like that.”
“I’m not fluffy.”
Jordan just chuckled.
But he didn’t seem upset I hadn’t gone all the way at once. So maybe I should stretch myself a few more times?
Wow. Yes. The light movement felt good, and Jordan twitched beneath me at every slight change in force and angle. For a while, I worked with the same rhythm. Pressure, release. Pressure, release.
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