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He still hasn't opened his eyes, so I whisper, "Red. Red. Can I…" I trail a hand down the firm plane of his chest. Red's body is made to be ogled, and I do just that, massaging and stroking the outline of his abs. His stomach flexes beneath me, breath hitching when I grip his cock.
"Hmm?" He asks lazily, eyes still closed.
I've never been so bold outside of my heat in my life. Perhaps last night, when I demanded Dante Pack bite me soon, but this is different. I've been courted, sure, but never like this. I've never been in a relationship. Never woken on a lazy morning, climbed on top of my partner, needy with desire. It's so… domestic. Natural.
I've certainly never entertained the idea of doing this without sneaking off to the bathroom first to wash my body, brush my teeth, and fix my hair.
I stoke Red's cock, loving how firm and big it feels in my hand. The slit at the head leaks precum, his hips tensing, and though his eyes are still closed, he's smirking, feigning indifference. I grip him at his base, tickling his heavy sac, then screech when his powerful arms pull me forward, forcing me to let go.
So hard he has to push his cock down since it juts upward toward his abdomen, I lower down onto his length, both of us sighing in relief as he fills me. I think Red likes me on top. We're in this position a lot, and I love the control. Alphas always want to be in control, but Red just seems happy to be with me, and it makes my omega preen.
I've been so stressed for weeks, but last night was a turning point. Even now, I know we have a lot to face, but being here in the morning, just feeling him, knowing my other two mates are right around the corner, is so empowering.
I ride Red, one hand placed on his chest for balance, the other on his thigh behind me, and he lets me grind and chase every good feeling however I want.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good," he rasps. I lift my hips a little higher, slamming down, and he grunts in response. I do it again, marveling at how good he feels. I take a deep inhale, breathing in Red's scent. It's so unusual, diesel engine oil and leather, something I never thought I'd find attractive, but on him, it's electric. It's so lively and intense and masculine.
I want to try everything with this man. He makes me feel like I could do or be anything.
When I'm in heat, I'm adventurous, but never outside of it. Noticing I'm slowing, overthinking, completely attuned to me despite the lack of bond, Red's eyes shoot open in concern. "What's wrong?"
I bite my lip, nervous to ask. "Im, what is it? You can tell me. Anything. Do you need to stop?" He grips my hips, pausing my movements.
"No, I…" My cheeks flame, but I say, "Can I turn around? Can we try that position?"
He smirks, one corner of his lips lifting and I giggle, burying my face in his chest.
"Reverse cowgirl? Oh, Im, all you gotta do is ask. Come on now," he slaps my thigh. "Spin around like a top. Use all that strength to keep yourself on me, though, my cock is too warm and happy inside you."
I laugh but take the challenge, lifting one knee and spinning around. It's an awkward movement, but I pull it off until I'm seated, fully impaled, facing his feet, mine tucked beneath my legs, Red stretched out long in front of me.
"Whenever you're ready," he rasps, and I squeeze his length inside me in response. We both moan and, bracing both my hands on his thighs, rock my hips, grinding into him.
I nearly choke in pleasure, grunting, fucking him with wild abandon, lifting and slamming, working my hips and ass as hard as I do when dancing I'm on the pole.
"Jesus, this view," Red moans, squeezing my ass, slipping one finger between my cheeks. I'm moving too quickly for him to penetrate, but just the caress, up and down my ass, toward my pussy, has me clenching in response. A shiver of pleasure wracks my body.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come, hang on, I gotta move," Red grunts, bringing himself up to a seat without moving his legs. He wraps his arms around my waist, slipping a finger over my clit, circling it, finding a rhythm while I fuck him. Chasing the electricity, it sparks, hitting all my sensitive parts, and I've lost all rhythmic beats, instead chasing the tune of pleasure, and it's messy and needy.
Red's arm braces around my torso, holding me in place so he can reach forward and grab my knee, opening me up. I fall to the side, one of my thighs wrapped around his side while he fucks into me, and I cry out. It feels so good, and Red roars, his hips thrusting, testing my flexibility in this position.
"Fuck!" he roars, then shoves my torso forward so I'm in a twisted pretzel shape in his lap, my face practically kissing his knee, one of my legs still pulled behind us while he grips my thigh like a handle, and his cock slams directly into my g-spot with every violent snap of his hips, and I scream out.
"Red, I can't, I can't, oh god, I'm coming!" I grunt and nearly blackout, my orgasm exploding in vibrating shocks, his hot come coating my walls, our bodies slippery and squeezing and aching. I keep coming while he fingers my clit, still snapping his hips into me.
Our pleasure subsides, and we're left in a sweaty, sticky mess, and I love it.
Splayed out on top of him, my back to his chest, Red lazily plays with my nipples. I giggle, making Red laugh in response.
"Don't tell me you thought any of that was funny."
"No, of course not! I'm just… at a loss for words at how wonderful this is."
Red sits up, bringing me with him. Gripping my chin, making me turn to look at him, he says seriously, "It is wonderful. Thank you, Imogen. For trusting me." He kisses the tip of my nose, then crawls out of bed, dragging me with him. We shower and I dress in my outfit from yesterday.
By the time we make it downstairs, we find Cass cooking breakfast. He kisses my temple, handing me a cup of coffee, and we sit down to eat.
"Where's Iggy?" I ask after a few minutes, when I realize he's not joining us.
