While he licked the hand that had rubbed me below, his other hand, like a completely different person’s, stroked my waist soft and tender. His husky voice, as if lightly grazed, was thick and sweet, soaked like wet honey.
“I think my cold is all better. What am I going to do about you, Seo Ihyeon.”
At the teasing line that felt both clear and unclear, I turned my head and looked down at his face. His nose tip was about level with my lips, and if he tipped his chin up just a little like now, it was the perfect angle for a kiss.
As if he’d read my mind, he stretched his neck and kissed me. Could he really read the desire of a twenty-two-year-old like text?
“Mm... those eyes have a lot they want to say.”
He spoke while kneading the penis under the lace.
“How... did you know?”
His eyes were asking, “Know what?” The way my shaft hardened under his touch wriggled in the tight underwear and broke up my thoughts, but I wanted to ask even if I had to borrow the moment when reason was numbed by arousal.
“That I... want to do it with you, Director.”
“...”
He quietly studied my face, then gave a small, crooked smile and pressed our lips together again.
“A Golden Alpha knows everything.”
“That’s a lie. Inwoo said Betas aren’t affected at all by pheromones—uh.”
Even as I spoke, he was rubbing his lips over mine; in a flash he bit down on my lower lip hard enough it felt like he might clamp through it. My hand flew to my mouth before I knew it.
“It hurts...”
Muttering as I touched my lip, I heard him let out a short sigh as his shoulders dropped. Then he stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the spot he’d just bitten.
“You like it when it hurts.”
“This... wasn’t that.”
“What’s that and what’s this. Ah—so it wasn’t the sexy kind of hurt?”
“...”
“I see. You like it when it hurts, but only when it’s the sexy kind of hurt. I’ll remember that.”
It felt like he was trying to change the subject, but it wasn’t a question that required an answer.
Maybe it was true that I’d broadcast the temptation—that I wanted to have sex with him—through my whole body. I didn’t have the daring to make a deliberate seduction, but I also couldn’t claim I’d hidden my feelings and desire thoroughly enough that he wouldn’t catch them.
“Mm... uhn.”
The hand that had been stroking my waist fumbled under my T-shirt, searching for my nipple, and even the shallowest question scattered at once.
Without any teasing, his index finger and thumb pinched the nub as soon as they found it, grabbing a wide bite of flesh from the areola outward and pulling from the inside to the outside as if to squeeze something out.
“Hhh— ngh. Hhh...”
After tugging sharp enough to stretch the flesh, he let go with a snap, then again pressed and drew out from the outer edge of the areola, repeating the release—an affection that made me feel like something might flow from a flat chest with no volume at all. Before I learned the pleasure of penetration, this body had learned first the fierce pleasure of being penetrated; whenever the arousal mounted, I kept clenching below, my insides pleading at the emptiness within.
I was the one going crazy. While he squeezed my nipple and sucked at my nape, my head tilted back and my hips were jerking. Each time, the lace rasped my penis and a sharp tingling lashed my lower half.
“Today... you’re eager early.”
He said it like praise as he bit the raised nape. I agreed. My mouth was already dry from panting, and even with him whispering right at my ear, his voice sounded far away. With a trembling hand I tugged my T-shirt up, hurried, until his hand, squeezing my nipple hard, was fully in view.
Seeing the caress with my eyes brought a hot boil to my head. I bit the back of my hand to try to suppress the over-sensitive response, but the way my hips rocked and rubbed on his thigh did whatever it wanted.
“Looks like you can’t keep still... Weren’t you embarrassed? This is all popped out.”
Playing with the bit of scrotum poking from the lace, he nibbled my ear. At this point... none of it mattered anymore. Nothing felt embarrassing; I knew exactly what I wanted as I rubbed my butt of my own accord against his crotch. I wasn’t the same as at the beginning, when I only waited for him to do something.
I overlaid my hand on his fingers that were tracing the border of testicles and lace. When I turned and looked down, his face—gone hungry, gone fierce—was watching me. Unlike his lazy words, there was no leisure at all in his expression.
I stuck out my tongue and licked his lower lip. I licked again and again, spilling heated breaths. I drew his long, hard fingers deeper. Between my spread legs, to the place where he’d planted the memory of pleasure.
“Ah—uh...”
His fingertip touched my anus and, over the lace, rubbed the opening in circles. I grabbed the arm that was playing with my chest and worried my lips with my teeth. My upper body toppled and my breath shook. He hauled me up by my chest and held me close. Whether the bobbing of my body came from what I was doing or from the lifting force of his arms—I couldn’t tell; I just clung to him, panting.
“Should I... put it in here.”
His voice, grinding over the spot like he’d tear the lace and drive inside, was tightly held down.
“Hh— hh...”
I nodded, sniffling like someone on the verge of tears.
“Should I put in a finger and rub you inside.”
I pushed my tongue into his mouth while he was still speaking. I couldn’t stand it—I wanted his scent. I wanted to drink it deep. I licked his palate like he had with me, rubbed my tongue’s shaft against his, touched the backs of his upper teeth and begged him to suck my tongue.
“Mm... hnn...”
His fingertip slipped the thread-thin lace to the side and pressed in. At the same time his strong suction on my tongue sent me reeling above and below.
I held his arm where it crossed my chest, stroked it, and met his eyes with wet ones. I laid my reactions to the insertion bare before him—the fluttering lashes, the breath that shot up steeply and crumbled, again and again.
After playing shallow at the entrance for a while, the finger straightened and slid in long and deep. My lower body, legs spread, swallowed it without resistance. I could clearly feel it myself: as if I’d been waiting, my inner walls wrapped around his finger.
“Don’t squeeze so hard... Feels like my finger might come.”
Letting my tongue go, he spoke with his brow drawn tight, like he’d put in not a finger but his penis. I shook my head, looped my arms behind his shoulders and pulled his neck in, and clung to his lips again.
“More... more...”
“More?”
“I gave you... earlier too.”
“Why do you want to drink my saliva? Hm?”
“Haa— ngh.”
As the straight finger drove, thud, thud, knocking upward inside, I twisted my grip on his shoulder and moaned.
“The smell... that good smell... haa— hh...”
Through my blurred vision he was heaving his shoulders hard, face gone poisonous.
“That’s not it... it’s the smell that makes you horny. The smell that makes you twitch in here.”
Grating the words between clenched molars, he turned the finger inside and scraped my inner wall. Then he slid his other hand in between my lower belly and my butt.
“Hh—h! What... what is—”
His right middle finger was overlapping the left middle finger that had gone in first. The sensation—completely different from when two fingers from the same hand went in—was so unfamiliar I stared wide-eyed, stiffened my upper body, and stopped breathing.
His tongue drove into my mouth roughly as I held my breath.
“Mm— mmm. Hm.”
While I swallowed the saliva that kept flooding in, below, two fingers, each entering from a different direction, pried me wider from inside.
When the left hand that had gone in from the front of my groin pushed deep, the right hand that had gone in from behind dropped lower. In the next instant they switched places, building a mismatched rhythm inside me, and that rhythm quickened.
“Huuh— hh.. ngh... hnn...”
I thrashed, clinging like his neck was the branch I’d grabbed just before a fall and below his knees was a swamp swarming with gators. Saliva I couldn’t swallow in time trailed from my lips, but I couldn’t even think to wipe it, his tongue blocking my throat where the moans slipped through.
“How is it when you breathe more of my smell? When you kiss me... what happens to you, Seo Ihyeon?”
Gnawing my chin as I panted, he pressed for an answer; even in his tone there was no more pretense of composure. In the eyes that looked up at me there was no firm sharpness or rational calm left. It was the face of a man—no, an Alpha—for whom sexual desire now came before every other value.
The fingers seesawing up and down inside, taking turns, felt like they were punching holes straight through my brain. When I kiss him and swallow his saliva, I turn into an idiot who doesn’t know to press my legs together to hide my sex.
To confess that me, I ducked my head and rubbed the tip of my nose to his. Stroking down along the left arm that had vanished between my legs, I found his glans, which had been hard for a long time already and was swinging under my legs, and felt it. As I expected, it was already soaked; its vigorous fluid was dripping onto the carpet.
“I... want this inside.”
“Why, fingers aren’t enough?”
“Hnn— ngh!”
The friction from two fingers roughing me up as they alternated in and out faster and faster lit a fire in my head.
“You like it this much with fingers, but this won’t do?”
I straightened my waist, then collapsed again, again; I smeared my fingers with the pre-ejaculate on his glans and toyed with it. As he had done, I brought my hand heavy with his fluid to my mouth and drew breath through it.
“Fingers... can’t knot...”
His eyelids loosened slack where he looked up at me, but beneath them his pupils gleamed vivid with hunger and want. He slid his tongue between my fingers slick with his own fluid and licked my lips.
“You get turned on by my smell, you’re rocking your hips wanting me inside... and you want knotting too?”
“...”
“That’s just like... an Omega.”
I don’t know why those words—words that could mean a denial of me as a Beta—provoked me so much.
“Huuh— hh... hnn...”
Like a pillar of flame, arousal shot up; I shuddered hard and jerked my hips. I shoved aside the hand barring my lips and took his tongue in directly, sucking saliva—the scent melted in the saliva.
If only an Omega could, in a meaning beyond simply having sex, own him and bind him, could draw out the Alpha’s instincts in him and shatter all his rational control and make him run—then I didn’t mind if he felt I was like an Omega.
Because for him that would mean the other person looked endlessly filthy to him—in the best way—and provoked an uncontrollable sexual drive.
“Mm— mmm, slrp...”
When the two middle fingers that had been racing inside spread apart and pried the entrance, the feeling choked my breath and I pushed his tongue out. With the arms I’d wrapped behind his shoulders I raked wildly over his sweat-slick skin and thrust my chest high.
In my brain, riddled like a sieve, there was only one simple desire, so clear it was stark: I wanted his penis, brushing my crotch, inside me. I was the one losing rational control and chasing only the primary want in a rampage. I wanted penetration so much my whole °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° body shook; the desperate need, like life or death hung on it, opened my mouth on its own.
“Put it in, I want it in... If you don’t put it in now... something bad—hh.”
It felt like a big hole had opened in my body, and if it wasn’t plugged right now, everything in me would leak out through it; in that near-fearful need I looked down at him and muttered. I was almost crying.
He was licking my jaw, biting my lower lip, his face twisted; as he drove his fingers in deep, he suddenly stopped everything. The eyes that had been tracing every trace of my arousal with a lick—so to speak—froze and wavered as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Hh— slrp.”
From inside me, where I had stopped my hips in unease, one of his fingers slid out. Then the hand that remained in me stirred me wide. He changed the angle of his hand, felt and scraped along the mucosa. As if he’d found something unexpected in there.
Even without my awareness, my inner walls contracted and clamped tight around his finger again and again. I covered my mouth and shook at the stimulus.
“Seo Ihyeon...”
Even his voice calling me sounded like a man possessed. Looking down at him with my mouth covered, my eyes were wet with a want held back too long.
“Seo Ihyeon...”
He murmured my name once more, and from his seated posture he slowly began snapping his hips, increasing the speed of his thrusts inside. I wanted him so badly it was making my belly ache.
