Page 20 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

SHIVELY

My body arches as the vibrator hovers over my left nipple. It just barely touches me. Just enough that everything feels electric.

Dasan hums. It’s deep, low, and growly, a sound that settles in my balls.

He’s lying on me, between my legs, my dick between his lips though he’s not sucking on my cock at all. This is Omega Dick Worship Hour, but for some reason, he’s playing with my nipples too.

If someone had asked me as recently as last week whether I thought my nipples were sensitive, I’d have said no. As it turns out, that’s incorrect. Dasan has this little vibrator on his finger, and he’d been touching my dick with it. My balls.

I’m not sure when or why he moves up to my nipples, but holy fuck, I feel like I’m being electrocuted. In a good way. It hovers just over my left nipple while his fingers pinch my right nipple. The contrast has me panting.

My hips rock up in alternating time with the arching of my back. Dasan’s lips become more firm around my dick for just a second. There’s a short moment of suction that has me gasping before my cock is freeballing in his mouth.

Just there. Hanging out. Not suckling like I do on his, but… resting. I feel his hot breath through his nose on my pelvis. I feel the hint of his throat tightening every time he swallows since my cockhead is just barely touching his tonsils.

“I’m going to come,” I whine. “Please, Alpha. Please, can I come?”

His chuckle is deep and rumbly. I feel it vibrate through me as if the vibrator is big enough to cover my entire body. But… maybe from the inside.

“Not yet, omega. Be good for me and just enjoy my attention.”

“I am,” I assure him. Tears prickle my eyes. “I need to come so bad, Alpha.”

“I know you do, but I’m not convinced I’ve properly worshipped your dick tonight. Have I? Do you feel like your dick has been worshipped? Do you feel as though your cock is perfect?”

I whimper. He doesn’t do anything different. Oh, wait. His fingers pinch my nipple again. That’s what has my hips jerking up just as he takes my dick in his mouth again. Or maybe it’s the heat of his mouth being reintroduced to my cock.

“Please,” I beg. “My dick is great. It’s the perfect size and shape. Please, Alpha.”

“You know there will be a punishment for lying to me, right? Is that what you want?”

Tears sting my eyes, and I think one is loose. I can’t hold in my orgasm. It’s too close. What happens when I orgasm without his permission? I whimper, but maybe it’s more of a sob now.

“Please,” I beg again. “Please, Alpha. Please let me come. I need to so badly it hurts.”

He hums again. It feels like a charged jolt straight through my cock since I’m securely in his mouth. Deep. I think my cockhead is?—

I groan, body arching stiffly as Dasan takes my cock down his throat.

The tightness around my cockhead has my head spinning.

Tears leak down my face. The constant vibration just barely rubbing my nipple is torture.

The way he periodically switches between squeezing the other nipple and rubbing it between his fingers has me shaking.

He swallows around my cock again, and I nearly lose the fight. I sob, my body unable to hold still as pleasure, hot and wild and painful, surges through me.

Dasan’s mouth comes off me, and I try to take a breath. “As soon as I put you down my throat again, you count to five and then you can come. Understand?”

I nod excessively. “Yes.” There’s a chance my answer is a shout.

His mouth is on me again, so I loudly count. Not quickly. I know he doesn’t mean quickly. As soon as I shout five, I’m almost screaming because he pinches my nipple hard, sucks me deep into his throat, and sucks like a vacuum.

My orgasm has my eyes rolling and my body spasming.

I jerk and shake, struggling to take a breath as white-hot pleasure sears through my body and out my dick.

Dasan doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Doesn’t stop sucking.

Doesn’t stop pinching my nipple. Doesn’t stop teasing the other one with the finger vibration thing.

He hums, then swallows at the very end. I choke on air as his throat squeezes my cock. Oh god, it hurts so good.

I’m still shaking when he crawls up the bed to hover over me. I feel wrecked, like he sucked my bones out through my cock. I can barely open my eyes.

“That was rather short,” he says. “I didn’t get nearly enough time worshipping your cock as the glorious appendage it is.”

I shake my head weakly. “You did,” I try to assure him. “It was the best orgasm ever.”

“Was it now?” he asks.

Oh no. I think that sounded like he was accepting a challenge.

“Alpha,” I whine.

“I’m going to need to breed this sweet hole, Shiv. Are you ready for me?”

I nod. I’m always ready for him. Always.

Dasan almost always begins our time together in bed by getting my hole lubed and stretched for him.

Even if he doesn’t get inside me right away.

I’ve offered to do it for him, so I’m ready when he gets here, but I think he likes to watch me.

Or he likes to do it himself as he rubs my prostate until my limbs shake.

He leans over me, putting his lips to my ear. “How do you feel about not using a condom this time?”

I shiver. A rush of emotion fills me, but I’m not sure if it’s excitement or terror. Maybe both.

“I need a verbal answer.”

Taking a breath, I nod.

“Verbal, omega. Try again.”

“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “Yes, breed me with no condom.”

“Is that what you want?” His fingers begin toying with my ass, and I almost whine again. Almost.

“I want you to feel good.”

Dasan sighs, his lips moving over my neck.

That’s not the kind of answer he likes. I know that.

My chest tightens because I’m displeasing him, but I’m not sure how else to answer him.

I want him to feel good. I want him to use me to feel good.

Always. Only me. How else do I say that without him disliking my words?

He doesn’t ask again, for which I’m thankful. I feel his cockhead at my hole, and I take a breath, holding it until he begins pushing inside me. As always, it’s immediate fire, and I shudder beneath him. The breath I was holding comes punching out.

He’s not slow tonight. His thrusts are almost punishing. I survive three before I’m begging to come again. I can’t help it. There’s a chance that it’s just how the barbell through his dick drags, but then again, it might just be him. I’ll never know.

Dasan doesn’t give me permission to come. His gaze is intense while fucking me like a bucking bronco. My body aches. My hole aches. My orgasm aches. My throat aches from the constant whining and grunting.

Everything aches, but I don’t want it to stop. I need the way he pins me down, holding me so I can’t move from the position he wants me in. The way he dominates me makes me feel safe and whole. The way he’s so turned on by me is… consuming. I want it all the time.

I don’t care about sex all the time, though the orgasms are incredible. I care that he wants me. That he doesn’t get tired of me. That his hunger for me never lessens. Is never quenched or fulfilled. It’s endless. Infinite.

Dasan’s cum fills me so much I’m leaking before he finishes.

He doesn’t stop thrusting, even when he’s finished coming.

I close my eyes and float in the good spaces he carved out for me tonight.

I drift on the remnants of pleasure that trickle through my body as Dasan slowly jerks my dick until he finally lets me come again too.

Everything feels so good. I don’t want it to end. Not now. Not even an hour from now.

I doze for a while. In and out. When I come to, I have his fingers in my mouth and I’m sucking like a child. My cheeks heat, and I pull my face away, letting them go. Horrified.

“Shh,” Dasan murmurs, kissing the back of my shoulders. He puts his fingers back into my mouth, but I’m feeling too self-conscious to do anything.

Dasan sighs. After a minute, he pulls his fingers from my mouth and moves me around on the bed until my head is on his thigh. I don’t wait for his instructions. I put his cock in my mouth and suck.

Not hard. Just enough that the anxiety from sucking on his fingers fades and my eyes flutter closed again. I’d much rather lose myself in the feel-good of this. In the afterglow of being bred like a bitch in heat. The way he held me, fucked me, murmured soft things to me after.

Once more, I doze. My body tingles. My cock feels good.

Somewhere within my dozing state where I’m not quite asleep but not fully awake either, I recognize that Dasan’s hand is gently stroking my cock in much the same way I’m gently suckling his.

God, it feels good. I could get lost in this forever.

I would happily stay like this for the rest of my life. Fuck the world.

My eyes snap open when a ringing fills the room. I pull my mouth up, but his hand pushes my head back down. “Keep sucking, omega. Relax.”

I swallow around his dick as he answers the phone. It takes me several minutes to calm down enough that I hear him talking. His free hand continues to softly rub my cock, and I match the rhythm with my mouth on his.

With the comfort of his voice and all the good feelings back, I lull into silence as I listen to him. Dasan’s words aren’t readily clear right now. His voice is quiet. Gentle. Just like his hand over my dick. His thumb over my head. I sigh a happy sigh.

It isn’t until his fingers begin to move through my hair that I realize he’s off the phone. My eyes blink open until I can see him. Dasan’s looking at the ceiling, and my heart races. Is he uncomfortable? Does he not like this like I do?

Not for the first time in the last two weeks, I wonder where this massive well of insecurity is coming from. What’s different now than a month ago when my only source of concern was hockey and getting caught? I wish I had those days back. They felt so much easier to navigate.

“Why is your heart racing, Shiv?” Dasan asks.

Sighing, I pull my mouth from his dick. Regretfully. “I’m feeling insecure again,” I mutter and close my eyes.

“Why?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I whine, feeling frustrated. “I don’t know where it keeps coming from. Or why I keep feeling this way. I don’t want it to be a thing in my life. I would much rather only worry about someone finding out. It’s far less frustrating than this.”

I squint my eyes open to see Dasan nodding with slow, shallow bobs of his head.

“Come here, Shiv. I want you to ride my dick while I tell you about my call.”

My heart races, but I don’t know why. I get up and reach for the lube. He’s not hard, so I take some time to stroke him with lube until he is. Then I climb on him and sink onto his masterful cock. God, that feels good.

His hands rest on my legs. Steady and secure. Reminding me he’s there.

“Are you listening to me, Shiv?” Dasan asks.

I force my eyes open and meet his. How can he expect me to concentrate right now? His cock is filling me so good!

He grins at the way I’m looking at him. “There’s a private cottage on a beach on the Isle of Kala that I’m going to take you to during our week off.

Just you and me. We’re going to spend every day getting to know each other, me breeding you until you’re a trembling mess.

We’re going to explore a few other things, too.

But more importantly, there’s a small kink community among the residents of Kala, and they’re having a meet up during the week we’ll be there. I’ve secured us an invite.”

My body freezes on top of him as I stare. Fear fills me. Someone will see us. They’re going to know.

“Do you trust me, Shively?” Dasan asks.

I nod without thought. I don’t need to consider it. I know the answer.

“Then I need you to trust me that these people are not going to announce our secret to the world. Okay?”

“I just… but why? Why are we going to see these people?”

Dasan sits. His hand cups my face, and I lean into his touch.

“Because neither of us truly knows what we’re doing here,” he answers quietly.

“I have questions. I need some guidance and direction on how to be a good dom for you, Shiv. I feel unbalanced, and the longer we do this, the more I realize that I’m not giving you what you need. ”

“Yes, you are,” I argue. “You feel good. Everything you do feels good.”

He nods slowly. “Is that all you want here, though? You just want sex and what comes with sex?”

I inhale and stare into his eyes. He’s moving. I’m not sure how he’s moving. Wait, no. That’s me shaking my head. “No. No, I want… everything.”

“We toe the line of a lot of things, and I’ve said from the beginning that there were conversations we still needed to have.

We haven’t had them because I don’t know how to do this right and I want to do right by you.

I don’t want this to be a trial and error where the next time, I’ll get it right.

I want it right, right now. With you. Not just for you, but for both of us, and I don’t think I’m equipped to get it right on my own. ”

“I…”

“Trust me, Shively,” Dasan whispers. “I don’t want either of us to jeopardize our careers, which is why the place we’re going to is far from hockey and technology free.

I’ve spent a while hunting for a place and a dom/sub group that’s private.

They’ve promised me that everyone will turn in all their phones upon arrival.

I swear to you, I will protect you. I just need you to trust me. Okay?”

“I like what we have,” I whisper.

“I do too.”

“Then… I don’t understand why you want to change it.”

With a sigh, Dasan rolls us so he’s on top of me. His mouth covers mine, and he kisses me as he slowly moves inside my body. He’s never taken me like this before. I don’t know why it feels so different. It’s consuming in a way I don’t fully understand, but I cling to him as he takes me.

Why does this feel like a goodbye? Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut and agree like a good omega?