8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Quinn

Lachlan's eyes closed, his head falling back, as he moaned and twitched under my ministrations. I nibbled on his neck, and goosebumps erupted over his body. I'd definitely found one of his hot spots.

When I moved my mouth up, and nipped at the tip of his earlobe, before sucking it fully into my mouth, I knew I'd found another one. His breathing was harsh, his groans filling the room, his hips gyrating. I sucked on his earlobe harder like I'd wanted to suck on his dick. He writhed and moaned against me, big hands running down my back to grip the globes of my ass. His strong hands kneaded them, pulling them apart, stretching me and I felt the air caress my hole.

His dick was leaking against me, making a wet spot on my stomach. I reached a hand down, and used his pre-cum as lube, running my hand over his thick, flared head, then down the long side of his cock. I squeezed, loving the velvety, blazing feel of him. My hand found his balls, heavy and full and I rubbed each one of them, squeezing lightly.

Lachlan tore his ear from my lips, his arms cupping under my ass and lifting me. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, secretly pleased he was big and tall enough to be able to lift me like this. I'd secretly fantasized about an alpha sweeping me off my feet, but no one had managed it, until now.

Our cocks brushed against each other, rubbing, and fever heat blazed across my skin. I moaned, my mouth finding him, my hands gripping his hair roughly. His hands covered my ass, holding me tight against him. I felt his fingers trail down my crack, one thick digit skimming over the nerves of my tight hole.

"You're so fucking wet." Voice harsh against my mouth.

I undulated against him, hips bucking, wanting more contact with his cock and fingers. I needed to have some part of him inside me. Soon. "Want you. So much."

His finger tapped against my wet hole, wanting in. I pushed back, opening up for him. My eyes closed, my arms tightening around him, as he breached me. Fuck he felt so good, filling me up and stretching me.

He pulled out and I whined. He returned with two fingers, pushing in with ease. I thrashed against him, his fingers moving in and out of me, fucking me. I loved a good finger fuck, but no one ever seemed to get it right. They were either too fast or too slow, or couldn't manage to find my sweet spot.

Lachlan seemed to know exactly what to do, how to do it, and where to slip his thick digits. His fingers alternated with just the right amount of speed and pressure. The roughness was the perfect blend of burn and pleasure.

His long digits brushed over my prostate, and I howled. My whole body tightened against him, and I felt my orgasm overtake me, powerless to stop it. It left me breathless, my muscles quivering against him, my cum shooting out of me and covering his stomach with more force than I'd ever experienced .

Cum was dripping down both our stomachs, but I couldn't be forced to care. I felt like something in me had entered another place, my head not quite engaged with the rest of me. I felt floaty and disconnected from my body. My mind was cloudy, and I wasn't thinking clearly.

I was still shaking, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My body was an inferno, my limbs boneless and useless. Lachlan's hands soothed me, running up and down my spine.

I heard him murmuring to me, but the words made little sense.

Desire curled in my stomach again, flaring to life out of nowhere, my cock filling rapidly. I'd come faster and harder than I ever had, yet I was good to go again.

I wanted Lachlan in my ass now. Stretching me, pounding me, filling me with his scorching cum. Quenching the heat that was burning me from the inside out.

"Want you," I mumbled against his neck. "Now. Need you. Now."

His cock throbbed against my stomach, despite the wet mess of my cum almost sticking us together. He seemed to grow bigger, harder, hotter than before. He took a step forward and I jerked, clinging to him tighter.

"I've got you, baby," he shushed me. "I know what you need."

His arm reached out, and with a quick movement, I heard the trays that had held the samples I'd prepared for him hit the floor. Scones, cookies, and brownies scattered across the floor, and I didn't give a fuck.

My legs untwined from his, and I slid them to the floor. Knees shaky, I clung to him.

"Quinn, I need you to tell me this is what you want. I need to hear your consent."

"If you don't get inside me right fucking now…" I didn't get to finish my sentence. Lachlan spun me around, one broad hand shoving me over the table, on my stomach .

The table that was in my kitchen.

Where I held tasting meetings, and I baked things.

It was sultry as fuck, and I didn't care about any of that. My cheek pressed against the hard surface, my legs wide, ass thrust up at him. Waiting. Wanting.

I felt Lachlan's blunt tip at my entrance, and I shoved back before he stopped me with a firm hand. I glanced over one shoulder, annoyed.

"Condom." He was looking back at his pants, and his wallet, where they lay in a heap on the floor across the room.

Fuck, condom.

I hadn't even thought of a condom. I never let anyone go bareback. This man made me forget everything except wanting him deep inside me.

Lachlan was gone and back before I could miss him, gloving up, and pushing his fat head past my first ring of muscles. I wailed as he stretched my hole. God, he was so big. He waited for me to adjust and get past the burn. Even as ready as I was, as much slick as I was producing, there was still a delicious burn. But it was the best burn of my life.

I pushed back against him, wanting more of him, wanting all of him. He slipped in another inch, my body stretching, and I felt so full. Fuller than I'd ever been. Inch after inch, and I wondered how much of him I could take. If I would even be able to take all of him. I wanted every inch of his fat cock.

There was intense stinging, but pleasure, so much pleasure. I felt myself drifting, doing nothing but feeling. I was thrusting back against him, my hands gripping the edges of the table in front of me hard, my knuckles white. I was rushing headlong into something …something only he could give me.

The table was moving forward with each forceful thrust of his hips, until I felt his balls slap against my ass. I had all of him inside me. He was stretched over my back, covering me, surrounding me, pushing me roughly into the table. His heat, his musk, his smooth skin filled my senses. Eyes closed, I breathed him in and just felt. All of him surrounded me.

"Okay?" he whispered in my ear, sending electricity shooting down my spine.

Okay didn't even begin to describe the myriad of sensations washing over me.

I wiggled my ass, pushing back against him.

"Move!" I demanded. "Fuck me! Hard!"

That was all the direction he needed. He pulled out and slammed into me. The table moved forward another inch, my pelvis banging against it. Pain from it didn't register. Nothing registered but him. I was caught up in Lachlan.

He was just on this side of too rough, and I loved it. His wide cock slammed into me. His thick, hairy thighs rubbed against the backs of mine. The table moved and bounced against my jutting hip bones. I was a howling, moaning mess. Thrashing, and yelling words that made little sense.

Words like fuck and harder and Goddess, right there! Don't you fucking stop, you asshole!

He seemed to become larger, stretching me to the point of pain, before he abruptly stopped.

"Fuck. Fuck, no!" he hissed.

I started to drift out of the blissful haze of sex I'd been floating in, before I became aware of what was happening inside me.

His knot.

His knot was catching at my rim, his dick nailing my prostate with each twitch .

"You're knotting me?!" I heard the shrillness of my voice, harsh and higher, to my ears.

Knotting was something you should have a conversation about before it happened. I'd never let anyone knot me. Knotting was something you did when you were in heat.

"It wasn't on purpose." His teeth clenched tightly, his muscles rigid. "I've…never. It's never been an issue before."

My head was all kinds of mixed up; jumbled, cloudy, and foggy, and I made little sense of his words. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop. It felt too damn good. Why had I always been anti-knotting? It felt amazing.

"Don't care," I moaned, pushing back against him, my teeth catching my bottom lip. "Knot me, alpha."

I was caught between clarity and floating, pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. His knot swelled again and pushed past my rim, then out, not quite catching.

Had I ever been this full in my life? I couldn't think of a time, and I'd never felt anything this intoxicating either. I was drunk with it, my inhibitions gone.

"Jesus, you feel incredible," Lachlan moaned in my ear. "I'm gonna fill you up with my cum."

Fuck yes!

I was annoyed by the piece of rubber between us, wanting to feel the liquid heat of him fill me to my brim. Dripping out of my ass for days.

I wanted him to own me.

My dick was rock hard, caught between my stomach and the table. I wanted to reach down and stroke it, give myself some relief. I couldn't let go of my grip on the table, as we rocked against each other, the table legs scraping across the floor. As if he could read my mind, Lachlan's hand wrapped around my throbbing, weeping dick, and he jacked me in time to the thrusting in my ass.

My orgasm crashed over me.

I couldn't have stopped it if I'd wanted to. I was yelling, swearing, and shooting my cum across the table. I felt Lachlan's cock swell inside me, his knot catching on my rim, locking us together.

He shouted, shuddering against me, muscles taut and shaking. Liquid fire blazed in my ass. He spurted over and over, and then my vision grayed out.