Lockout (The Alpha Group 2)

"Please," I cried again, sensing that this was the time.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please eat my pussy. Please make me come."

"Do you think you've earned it?"

I nodded vigorously. "I have."

He paused, and for a few dreadful seconds I thought I'd been mistaken. "I think so too," he said at last, and with a soft growl, he planted a long, slow kiss on my sex. I gasped. His tongue parted my aching folds, caressing me with strokes that managed to be strong and demanding, yet soft as a cloud. I rocked against him, the metal rim of the cuffs biting into my skin, yet the pain went all but unnoticed.

"Yes, yes," I moaned. "Keep going."

Most of the work had already been done. My body felt ready to burst. My hips began bucking, gyrating wildly as the pleasure cascading through me reached its crescendo. "Sebastian, I'm coming!"

With expert dexterity he guided me over the edge, milking every ounce of pleasure from my body, until I sunk, panting, into the bed.

He gazed at me for several seconds, radiating satisfaction. "That's the first of many tonight. I'm not done with you yet."

"I suspected that might be the case," I said weakly.

His cock flexed invitingly. As I stared at it, I knew what I wanted to do next. I needed to taste him like he'd tasted me. "But first, there's something I'd like to do to you," I continued, giving my lips a slow lick.

He let out a short laugh. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"Take off your clothes and I'll show you."

Smiling in amusement at the role reversal, he did as he was told, stripping away his suit until he stood naked before me. The sight of that lithe form caused my body to stir once more.

"Much better. Now come here and uncuff me. I want to suck your cock." Two months ago, I'd have laughed if anyone told me I'd be saying something so bold to a partner, but with Sebastian, the old Sophia was nowhere in sight.

In moments he was just inches from my face, but he didn't reach for my restraints. "I'll let you give the orders this once," he said, "but we're still playing by my rules. The cuffs stay."

Well, that would be a new experience. But I'd never been one to shy away from a challenge. Shifting my position, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his swollen crown.

He exhaled slowly. "Oh Christ, that feels wonderful."

He tasted fantastic; warm, musky, and slightly salty. The width of him filled my mouth. I worked my lips slowly up and down, paying special attention to the soft track of skin just below the head, while my tongue swirled an intricate pattern across the underside of his shaft. It was an incredibly submissive position to be in, splayed below him, gazing up at his body while I pleasured him. He'd spent so long focused on me, I loved that I could give him the same in return.

"Lick it," he said, sliding free, and I did as ordered, lavishing him with slow strokes all the way to the root, then darting up to engulf him once more. Being bound changed the experience dramatically. I longed to reach out and seize the base in my fist, to pump it while I sucked him, but that wasn't an option. Instead, I focused on swallowing as much of him as I could.

"Yes, that's it, take it deeper," he said, seizing my head in his hands and guiding his length further down my throat. I drew a sharp breath through my nose, certain I was about to gag, but again he proved he was perfectly in tune with my body, never taking me over my limits. Gradually, he took over. I'd enjoyed being in control of his pleasure, but there was something erotic about having him fuck my mouth too. It was base, it was possessive, and it was hot as hell watching his self-control unravel before my eyes.

His fingers clenched tight around my hair as his strokes grew wilder. Our mutual masturbation had clearly taken a toll. He was close. I could feel each individual vein shift and pulse against my tongue. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come so hard," he groaned, and with several more mighty drives his body stiffened, and warmth exploded down my throat. His semen was sweet and salty and oh so good, and I swallowed every drop.

As he pulled free, I stared up at him, licking my lips once more for effect.

He shook his head and smiled. "God you're sexy." Leaning down, he locked his mouth over mine. "And extremely talented, if you don't mind me saying."

I grinned. "Not at all."

"I'm going to uncuff you now," he said, seizing my restraints. "I want you on all fours for what comes next."

"Next?" I asked.

He looked at me like I'd forgotten something incredibly obvious. "I still want to fuck you, Sophia."

"Don't you want a break or something?"

"Do I look like I need a break?" he asked, nodding to his cock. It was still rock hard and glistening with my saliva.

"Well, that's enough to offend a girl."

He laughed. "Don't be. It's a compliment. You drive me crazy. I seem to be hard all the time, since I met you."

His words stoked my arousal. "Well, it would be a shame not to take advantage of that."

"My thoughts exactly."

With barely concealed urgency, he flipped me onto my knees and slammed into me. I let out a long moan and rocked against him, revelling in the sensation of finally having him inside me.

"Fuck, I love how ready you are for me," he said.

I couldn't muster a reply. His body was thrumming, his strokes slow and purposeful, and they echoed through me in great waves. Wrapping his hands around my hips he yanked my body against his, burying himself in me as deeply as he could. The air was soon thick with our grunts and cries.

I'd been expecting my pleasure to build slowly, but it wasn't long before I could feel myself cresting again, helpless against that exquisite rhythm.

"Have you been wearing your butt plug like I asked?" Sebastian said, his fingers firmly squeezing my ass.

"Yes," I whispered, although the implication was lost on me. All I could focus on was the swelling inside me. A few more moments and I would be past the point of no return.

He slipped one hand underneath me, stroking my moistened lips with his thumb, coating it with my juices. "Then you might want to hold on."

That got my attention. But before I could voice a question, I felt a firm pressure against my rosette as he pushed his way in, and then all capacity for speech instantly fled.

I'd had no idea a finger there could feel so good. It magnified everything else he was doing to me a hundred times over. Something broke inside me, and my knuckles curled white around the bed sheets. I'd never come like that before. Not even with him. It felt like every individual cell in my body was rupturing all at once.