Page 48 of Shattered Trinket
That blush of hers creeps back in at my direction, and fuck, I love how easy it is to bring it out with just a few simple words or actions. I hope she never stops blushing when I touch her or say certain things to her because it’s one of my favorite things about her, much to her dismay.
As she begins to protest, her voice falters when she locks eyes with me, her throat visibly tightening as she swallows hard and she makes a soft, anxious sound from the back of her throat, displaying her nervousness.
She wants this, wants to follow my instructions to ease the frustrating ache between her thighs while proving to herself that she can be intimate with someone after what she’s gone through. She just doesn’t realize it, and I know her lack of awareness of her own wants and desires stems from her tendency to overthink and become trapped in her own mind, so tonight we just have to find a way to quiet those negative thoughts.
“It’s just me and you here, Dove. You don’t have to second guess yourself with me. I’m yours to use and command. Yours to experiment with, without judgment. If you’re worried you’ll do something wrong, I promise you won’t. And if it’s just embarrassment, then that has no place here because there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. Not with me,” I tell her gently, my words filled with reassurance, but her hesitant expression doesn’t budge, despite the blazing lust in her gaze and the heady scent of her arousal surrounding us.
With a surge of my hips, I push my still ever-present erection against her soaking core, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she instinctively clings to my chest for stability. I reach out and grip her hip, holding her down against me with enough pressure that I know she feels every bar and metal ball pressing against her delicate pussy as I slowly thrust my cock against her, pulling sweet, sensual moans from somewhere deep inside that surprise her.
“You feel that, sweet girl? This is what you do to me just by existing. I’ve been hard since this afternoon when I caught you bent over that stuffed animal bin, tight leggings leaving nothing to the imagination. It drove me absolutely wild with jealousy at the thought of someone coming along and seeing my omega bent over that bin and getting aroused at the sight of you like I did,” I groan, my thighs beginning to burn from my slow thrusting, but loving how good she feels against me.
“Jeremiah,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my chest as the space between her thighs grows increasingly warmer, her panties becoming completely drenched in her slick.
“I’ll do all the work if that’s what you want, but I think you’ll enjoy it more if you show me what feels good for you.”
On my next thrust, I feel a tightening sensation in my groin as my spine tingles, my need to come becoming more incessant when I notice Cozy’s pupils dilating and her breathingquickening with each movement, the added friction from the fabric between us intensifying our pleasure. My teeth grind together as I fight against the overwhelming urge to come, persistently thrusting against her without pause.
“Ohhh… but t-this feels… oh, that’s-”
She whimpers, head falling back slightly, gasping with every slow, deliberate thrust that I tease her with as I continue to fight off my climax. Seeing her like this, experiencing pleasure and enjoying it at my hands, is a sight to behold, and it makes it easier to hold myself back because Ineedher to come first. Need to witness her losing control on top of me, urgently grinding herself against my cock to prolong her climax and subsequently wringing every bit of pleasure from me until I’m utterly spent and my overly full sac completely empty.
“Gods, you are so perfect, Cozette. I’m aching for you to slide this pretty pussy against my cock all by yourself like you’re here all alone and I’m nothing but the pillow you stuff between your legs to use for relief,” I murmur, a growl of pure need rumbling in my chest at the way her eyes flash with every word.
“My sweet, naughty Omega, rubbing against your Alpha to get off. I wouldn’t be able to control myself, knowing that you’re getting closer and closer to the edge because of how good you’re making yourself feel.”
My next thrust against her is a little harder, and when she cries out, I know I can’t hold myself back much longer. She’s close, I can feel it, but if she wants to fall over the cliff, she’ll have to push herself there.
“Come on, sweet girl. I’m desperate to watch you chase after your release as you take control. I want you to watch what you do to me as your slick seeps through these panties even more until your scent is embedded in my skin, marking me as yours andonlyyours. Don’t you want that too?”
I stop thrusting against her, relaxing back with my hands behind my head once again as I try to catch my breath, and she whines, clawing at my chest as she looks at me with desperate eyes that are glazed over with pure desire. Within seconds of me stilling beneath her, her hips roll instinctively, chasing that continued friction as she slowly rubs herself along my length, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when she grinds down hard with a loud moan.
It takes her a minute to find her rhythm, her movements hesitant at first as she shifts around until she has me where she wants. When she does, I’m done for. She grinds herself against me, hips rocking rhythmically, and each forward motion of her covered pussy against my pulsing cock sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, my senses overwhelmed. I’m barely hanging on by a thread when she digs her nails into my chest, blue eyes boring into mine as she pants and moans, completely lost in ecstasy.
“I-I-, oh gods.Alpha,” she cries out, her hips stuttering and body tensing, and I can’t stop the purr that rattles to life when she calls me Alpha.
She’s still looking at me, but I don’t think she can actually see me through the haze of bliss clouding her eyes. I grab her hips to urge her to keep moving when she slows, praising her for how good she’s doing.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Don’t stop now,” I murmur breathlessly, eyes locked on the way my cock and piercings glisten more and more with her slick the closer she gets to shattering apart.
“I-I c-can’t! It’s too much,” she sobs, and I pull my eyes from where we’re connected, gripping her chin as I make her look at me.
“Oh, baby. Yes, you can. You’re gonna come on your Alpha’s cock like the good girl you are. And when you do, I’m going to dirty you up even more as I come all over these slick drenchedpanties and watch it soak through until I know your pussy is a sticky, filthy mess beneath that cotton.”
I nip her bottom lip, keeping my eyes on hers and catching the determined glint that flashes in her eyes as her chest heaves from exertion. Faster and faster, she rocks against me, skin glistening in the low light of the nest as a fine sheen of sweat coats her flushed body. Pieces of her hair stick to her forehead and cheeks, but she’s oblivious to it as her gaze stays locked on mine, and I see it the moment she crests that peak. When she completely unravels above me, her climax is so strong that tears glisten in her eyes and she can barely catch her breath as wave after wave of raw pleasure washes over her.
As her slick seeps through her panties, completely drenching my lap, and her muscles slowly relax until she’s boneless, I flip us around and bend her knees, spreading her wide and holding her open as I roughly thrust my cock against her still spasming pussy. Her eyes go wide, mouth open on a silent moan, as I pump my oversensitive shaft against her sopping center until my cock twitches and a deep, pleasurable groan escapes me as rope after rope of my seed spurts out of me, landing on her soaked panties.
I come so hard, my head spins, and when I can see straight, I’m enthralled as I watch the puddle dripping down Cozy’s center slowly soak into the fabric of her panties. I can’t help myself as I reach out and glide my knuckles over the wet cloth, pressing it more firmly against her. Rubbing my release more thoroughly into her skin and between her lips, she moans weakly, reaching for me.
I collapse beside her, immediately scooping her up and laying her on top of me. I help her get comfortable, and once she is, I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head as she relaxes against my chest, running my fingers up and down her back with featherlight touches.
“Wow,” she mumbles sleepily, and I can’t help but feel grateful that I got to witness every second of this night and be a part of it.
“You were perfect, baby. Everything I imagined and more,” I murmur against the top of her head, breathing her in and savoring it because she smells like me.
“I’m not broken, just a little banged up,” she whispers, more to herself than me, and my chest cracks open even more.
“No, you’re not broken, Omega. You’re just under construction.”