To ruin an Omega

Chapter 294: WOLO 2 (M)

FIA

My mouth went dry. He was bigger than last time. And last time had been a mouthful.

He kicked his clothes away and they joined mine at the bottom. Now we were both naked in the pool, the water lapping around us, and the sun painting everything gold and orange.

“Come here,” he said.

He pulled me against him. Skin to skin with nothing between us. The contact was electric. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like fireworks.

He kissed me again. This kiss was different. Hungrier. More desperate. His tongue invaded my mouth and I met him stroke for stroke. Our teeth clashed. Our breaths mingled. It was messy and perfect.

His hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, then between my legs from behind. His fingers found my entrance and he pushed one inside.

I gasped into his mouth. The intrusion was sudden but not unwelcome. He added a second finger, stretching me like he was preparing me.

“So wet,” he murmured against my lips.”I hope it’s not the pool.”

I wanted to snap back with something witty but his fingers curled inside me and hit a spot that made my vision white out. All I could do was moan and grip his shoulders for support.

He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in maddening strokes. The pleasure built fast. Too fast. I could feel myself climbing toward something enormous.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Let go, Fia. Come on my fingers.”

His words pushed me over the edge. The orgasm crashed through me in waves. My inner walls clenched around his fingers. My whole body shook with the force of it.

He worked me through it, his fingers never stopping until I was boneless against him.

When I finally came down from the high, I opened my eyes and found him watching me. His eyes were dark, hungry and full of promises.

“I need to be inside you,” he said. It wasn’t a request.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He lifted me slightly in the water. The buoyancy made it easier. He positioned me at the edge of the pool, my back against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Hold on to the edge,” he instructed.

I reached back and gripped the pool’s edge behind me. The position arched my back and thrust my breasts forward. Cian’s eyes darkened even more at the sight.

He positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, seeking entry.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

We both groaned. The stretch was intense. He was indeed much bigger than last time and he did more than fill me completely. The water provided some resistance but also some help, making everything feel different and heightened.

He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths came in short gasps.

“Move,” I finally said. “Please move.”

He pulled out slowly then thrust back in. The angle was perfect. With me balanced on the edge and him standing in the water, he hit spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

He set a rhythm. Slow at first. Rolling his hips in a way that made me see stars. Each thrust drove me higher up against the pool wall. Each retreat made me whimper at the loss.

“Faster,” I begged.

He obliged. His hips snapped forward harder. The water splashed around us with each movement. The sound was obscene and fucking perfect.

My grip on the pool edge tightened. I needed the leverage to meet his thrusts. To take him as deep as possible.

One of his hands came up to cup my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, pinching it just hard enough to send a curious mix of pleasure and pain racing through me.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

His dirty words made me clench around him. He groaned at the sensation.

“Answer me, Fia.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I was made for this. Made for you.”

“That’s right. You’re mine. All mine.”

He thrust harder and he hit the strokes faster. The angle shifted slightly and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.

I cried out. I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too much. Too intense.

“Let them hear,” Cian said. “Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.”

His words stripped away the last of my inhibitions. I stopped trying to be quiet. Stopped trying to maintain control. I just let myself feel.

Every thrust sent me higher. The pleasure built in my core like a coiling spring. Tighter and tighter until I thought I might break from the tension.

“Cian,” I moaned. “I’m close. So close.”

“I can feel it. You’re squeezing me so tight.” His hand left my breast and slid down between our bodies. His thumb found my clit and pressed down.

That was it. The thing that undid me. I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My whole body convulsed. My inner walls clamped down around him so hard he cursed. I screamed his name. I didn’t even care who heard. I didn’t care about anything but the pleasure consuming me.

He kept thrusting through my orgasm. Drawing it out until I was sobbing. Until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes from the intensity.

“One more,” he demanded. “Give me one more, Fia.”

“I can’t,” I gasped. “It’s too much.”

“You can. And you will.”

His thumb never stopped moving on my clit. His cock never stopped hitting that perfect spot. The pleasure never let up.

And somehow, impossibly, I felt another orgasm building. This one came from somewhere deeper. Somewhere primal.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “I can feel it. Let go for me again.”

His hips moved faster. Harder. The water churned around us. The pool deck was getting soaked from the splashing but neither of us cared.

The second orgasm hit me like a freight train. Bigger and more intense than the first. My vision went white. My hearing cut out. All I could do was feel as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

I felt myself gush. I felt wetness flood out of me that had nothing to do with the pool water. I was squirting. Actually squirting on his cock.

Cian groaned long and low. “Fuck, Fia. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

His thrusts became erratic and less controlled and that was when I knew he was close.

“Come inside me,” I managed to gasp. “Fill me up, Cian.”

My words pushed him over the edge. He thrust deep one last time and held himself there. I felt him pulse inside me. I felt the warmth of his release filling me up.

He groaned my name like a prayer. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Both of us trembling. Both of us trying to catch our breath. The water lapped gently around us, suddenly calm after all the turbulence.

Finally, he pulled out. The loss made me whimper. He gathered me in his arms and held me close, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded against his shoulder. I was more than okay. I was floating. Completely boneless and satisfied in a way I’d never been before.

“That was…” I couldn’t find words.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It was.”

We stayed in the water a while longer. Just holding each other. Letting our bodies cool down. Letting reality slowly seep back in.

Eventually, Cian pulled back enough to look at me. His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my cheekbone.

“I love you,” he told me.

“I love you too,” I confirmed.

He smiled then and kissed me. This kiss was soft and sweet. It felt like a promise of more to come.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked around at the disaster we’d made. Our clothes were scattered at the bottom of the pool. The deck was soaked. We were both thoroughly debauched.

“We need to get those clothes,” I said.

“Later,” Cian said. “First, I want to hold you a little longer.”

So I let him. I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow, feeling his arms wrap securely around me.

I hated that eventually we’d have to get back to reality. Brutal as it was.

I hated it so much.