Page 13 of Best Friends

It’s scary to admit that I want to be fucked by Malcolm, especially when I’ve never craved that with a female alpha.

Male omegas and female alphas have sex like a traditional male and female couple, unless they want to breed.

If they decide to have children, the female alpha takes the dominant role, using her hidden genitalia to impregnate her male omega.

I was never sure I wanted to carry anyone’s offspring.

But when I imagine carrying Malcolm’s babies inside me, it excites me.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Malcolm asks softly, watching me.

My face warms. “Sorry, I was just thinking about what we should do tonight.”

“Whatever you want.” He touches my cheek. “You lead.”

I sigh. “I think your idea of blow jobs sounds fun.”

He grins. “Yeah? You want my mouth on your dick again?”

I lick my lips. “I do. And I want to taste you again too.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my throat, teeth grazing my skin.

The scrape of his teeth are a little painful, and I know he wants to mark me.

But he’s holding back, which I appreciate.

The mark of an alpha would be difficult to hide or explain.

But I can’t deny the idea of Malcolm wanting to mark me as his is exhilarating.

I shiver, digging my nails into his back.

He most likely expects me to submit to him in bed because he’s the alpha.

In our friendship, we’ve always been equals.

Malcolm has always been more of a natural leader than me, but he’s never lorded it over me or made me feel less than simply because I’m an omega.

Will that all change now that we’re having sex?

Possibly. It’s primal instinct for an alpha to want to control things.

If I’m honest, despite my desire to be his equal, there’s a part of me that’s excited at the thought of submitting completely to Malcolm.

My whole body flushes with heat at the thought of him controlling me in bed.

As an omega, it’s natural for me to want to bend to his needs.

But even as the idea of submitting to Malcolm excites me, I also instinctively fight it.

My defiant streak might be why I’ve never been able to find an alpha.

As if sensing my rebellious thoughts, his hand skims up to my throat.

He holds me there, not squeezing but not being gentle either.

There’s a low rumble in his throat and my cock throbs at the sound.

My insides are hot and aching as I stare into his heated eyes.

I’m embarrassed when a needy whimper escapes my lips.

“Fuck, I love that sound coming from you, C.,” he whispers, voice all grit and rough edges. “You’re going to give me what I need, aren’t you?”

“Not if you’re too bossy,” I rasp, fighting the urge to submit.

His lips twitch. “No? You want to fight me?”

I grit my teeth. “Maybe.”

“Nah, don’t do that.” His eyes soften and his hand loosens. “I love you, remember?”

I instantly relax. Malcolm would never hurt me or use me. He’s not one of those alphas who only cares about himself. Malcolm is always the same—good and honorable. In bed or out, Malcolm is Malcolm.

He smiles when he feels my muscles relax. That cocky grin makes me push against his chest, and he allows me to roll him over. I climb on top of him and he laughs, his eyes full of affection.

“You shouldn’t take my submission for granted,” I murmur, rocking my hips against him.

“I never would.” His smile slowly fades and the warmth in his eyes morphs into lust. His teeth pull tight against his lips and he watches me with hooded eyes. We both know he could overpower me if he chose to. He’s allowing me to be on top.

I slide my dick against his in slow, rhythmic thrusts.

His lips part and his breathing picks up.

The scent of my slick and pre-cum mingle with the smell of sweat and pheromones in the room.

His hands guide my hips, and his body meets my thrusts.

I lean down and we kiss, tongues tangling with a buzzing desperation.

He groans against my mouth, and I smile happily.

I lift my head and softly ask, “Should I suck you, Malc?”

“If you insist.” He grins up at me looking boyish.

I can’t help laughing because Malcolm makes everything fun.

I lower my head and kiss a trail across the smooth skin of his chest. When I lick one of his nipples, he groans as it beads beneath my tongue.

He shudders when I move to the other, greedily sucking and nipping at the tender nub.

I never thought much about male nipples until now.

Never realized how sensitive they are or how much pleasure comes from sucking and biting them.

“Oh, fuck, C.” His voice shakes with excitement. “You turn me on like nobody ever has.”

“Yeah?” I slide down his body and his cock is right there, inches from my face. The musky, manly scent of him hits me full force, and I swear my mouth waters like I’m rabid. This is surreal. Never in a million years did I think I’d want my mouth anywhere near a guy’s cock.

“Open up, C.,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. “Need your mouth on me.”

My lips part instantly, obedient and eager, and he slowly pushes his thick cock into my mouth.

I gag, saliva pooling, but I don’t pull back.

No way. I fucking crave this. The weight of him on my tongue, and the way my throat stretches to take him.

I moan around him, the vibration earning me a sharp gasp from above.

I glance up and catch his expression—hungry, almost wild—and the sight makes my pulse drum in my own cock.

I try to focus, to work my tongue just right.

I like the heaviness of him on my tongue, the way his thigh muscles tense and strain.

He keeps one hand on the back of my head, not pushing, just guiding, like he’s trying to set the right tempo.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You look so damn good like this, choking on my dick.”

Having my best friend talk to me like we’re in a porno is weird, but I just suck harder.

My only thought is to please him. I hollow my cheeks, my tongue working the underside of his shaft like it’s a popsicle.

Although, he tastes better than any frozen treat I’ve ever had.

He lets out a hungry growl, and he begins fucking my face in shallow, filthy strokes.

I don’t complain or fight him. I love the silky feel of his shaft in my mouth and throat.

Urged on by his desperate sounds, I take him even deeper.

“Jesus, your throat is so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice ragged. “Your mouth’s perfect. Like it was made for my cock.”

His praise makes me proud. I’m determined to please him.

My eyes water as he thrusts deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow instinctively.

His chest-deep groan is fucking pornographic.

I glance up at him through watery lashes, and the sight is almost too much—his jaw clenched, his eyes dark and hungry, his chest heaving like he’s barely holding it together.

He’s the most beautiful alpha I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe he wants me .

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warns, his grip on my hair verging on painful. “You want my load? You gonna swallow every drop like last time?”

I moan in agreement because of course I’m going to drink him down. Every fucking drop is going in my belly. My dick aches and throbs at the thought of him coming in my mouth again. I can’t wait to taste his bitter release.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps and his hips stutter. “Oh, shit.” He arches his back and his cock pulses hard, and his cum floods my mouth in hot, salty spurts.

I drink him down greedily, moaning like a fucking whore. I can’t believe how much I enjoy drinking his cum. The feel of his dick in my mouth seems so natural. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than please him. Malcolm triggers many of my omega instincts in a way no female alpha ever has.

I continue sucking and licking his cock until he finally softens in my mouth. I lick my lips, grinning at him. His cum is everywhere, on my tongue, dripping down my chin, smeared on my cheek.

He returns my grin, wiping at my chin with his thumb. “You’re a mess, C.”

I bite my lip. “Can I make a mess in your mouth now?”

“Yes, please.” He smirks up at me, his eyes still dark with lust. He then flips me onto my back so fast I don’t see it coming.

I let out a gasp as he slides down my body and wraps his lips around my cock, hot and tight.

I cry out and my hips jerk instinctively, but he pins me down with those thick, calloused hands of his and continues working my aching cock.

I groan and arch my back, desperately trying to get away from his eager mouth.

It’s almost too much. His mouth and tongue are everywhere, sliding and sucking and torturing me.

When I whine and plead for a break, he laughs and suckles the underside of my cock, teasing the sensitive vein from base to tip in a way that has me choking on my own spit.

Then he swallows me down, his lips stretched obscenely around my cock.

He hollows his cheeks until I feel like I’m being pulled apart at the seams. I can’t think.

I can’t breathe. I’m just a fucking mess of sensation, arching off the mattress, fists clawing at the sheets like they’ll somehow anchor me.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice raw and broken. “Malc,” I whine, sounding almost panicked. “It’s too much. You’re going to make me come so fast.”

He hums around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and I swear I see stars.

I’m just about to burst, when he pinches the base of my cock and stops the impending orgasm.

I groan as frustration eats at me. But I don’t have long to suffer because within seconds he’s sucking and licking again.

He once more sucks torments me to the edge of climax, and then again he stops the orgasm.

Growling, I dig my fingers painfully into his hair. I no longer care if I’m going to burst too soon. I just need release. “Let me come you asshole. You’re killing me.”

He chuckles and takes my dick back into his mouth, deepthroating me.

His nose presses into my bush, and he inhales my scent.

His eyes flick up to mine, bright and fucking predatory.

He tilts his head with a wicked gleam in his light blue eyes, his mouth still stretched wide around my cock.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, the smug bastard.

This isn’t just a blow job. This is a drawn out torture session.

“Please,” I beg, my voice cracking. “God, please—let me come.”

He clamps down hard, sucking with a force that makes my vision blur.

His fingers dig deeper into my hips, holding me in place as he swallows me whole, his throat working around me like he’s starving for it.

And I can’t—fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.

Thank God he doesn’t pinch me this time.

He sucks harder and I feel my balls tighten and the most delicious orgasm shoots up my aching cock.

“I’m coming,” I choke out, the desperate words tearing from my throat.

I come hard, so hard it feels like my soul’s being ripped out of me.

He doesn’t let up, not for a second. He keeps milking me, swallowing every drop, his tongue working me relentlessly until I’m wrung out, shaking, fucking destroyed.

When he finally pulls off, I’m gasping for air, my body still twitching with the aftershocks.

I’ve never come that hard before. It was a whole body orgasm that’s left me weak.

He pulls me into his arms and his mouth covers mine.

His tongue delves deep into my mouth, and I cling to him, exhausted.

Satiated. So happy I can’t think clearly.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” I mumble, feeling sleepy.

He chuckles. “I watched some gay porn.”

I snort a laugh. “You watched gay porn for me?”

“Sure. I need to know how to please my man.” He ruffles my hair. “I adore you, C.”

My heart twinges. “I… I adore you too.”

While merging sex with our friendship is incredible, it’s also terrifying.

We could easily destroy what we have if we’re not careful.

I know my feelings for him are real, but Malcolm gets bored quickly.

Right now, he’s fully focused on me because of the sex.

But what if it’s only mind-blowing for him because it’s new?

Given his track record with omegas, there’s a real possibility he might lose interest and go back to sleeping with female omegas again.

Which is why I’m determined to keep our sexual relationship a secret until we’re sure this isn’t a passing phase.

Even if Malcolm is unhappy about that, it’s necessary.

If he breaks things of it’ll be difficult enough dealing with the pain of that privately .

The last thing I want is for the entire town to know I’ve been rejected by Malcolm.