Booking Roy Cesar

KRISSY

Panic had begun to invade me the moment Roy had moved the table away and knelt in front of me. No man had ever volunteered to give me pleasure—they’d only ever been interested in their own—and worries, protests, and alarm bells rang through my mind.

What if I hadn’t washed well enough? What if I tasted bad? What if my heat caused me to get really wet while his mouth was on me? The what-ifs piled on one another, but the expression on Roy’s face alleviated them.

“You’re so sexy,” he said, his eyes scouring my body. He inhaled deeply, and his fingers dug into my thighs as his head fell back. “Your smell…”

His first words stoked my arousal, but his last ones dampened it. Pushing through the haze of horniness, I saw myself—ass to the edge, robe open, fully naked, legs spread wide with a pungent odor radiating from between them—and I felt so embarrassed, exposed, and stupid.

I felt shame.

Squeezing my knees together, I moved to sit up, but Roy tightened his grip, holding them open. His head snapped forward, his eyes fixing on mine, and their sudden darkness sent a chill down my spine.

Then I smelled it, his arousal, and my entire body relaxed back into the chair, my knees going as wide as they could and my stomach twisting with need.

His voice came out a shade deeper as he said, “I’m gonna make you come first, okay? This’ll take some of the pressure off for now.” He lowered his head to my core, his hot breath leaving my wet pussy cold once it dissipated. “May I?”

I nodded, my hips rising without my permission toward his mouth. Forcing them back down, I said, “Mmm, yes, please.” My words came out first as a moan then as a whine, and my want for him overshadowed any embarrassment over my begging.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, understand?”

Biting my lip to keep from actually begging, I nodded and propped myself higher on my elbows to watch him.

Roy ever so slowly dragged his hand up my thigh, and it didn’t take long for my body to tremble in its need for release. I couldn’t see his smile, but his cheek lifting told me it was there. He liked teasing me, and I chuckled inside, already planning how I could tease him back.

But when his hand slid over my most intimate parts, the sensation sent a shockwave throughout me that obliterated all my thoughts, almost forcing my eyes to close as I gasped.

His hand stroked my pussy, left to right and up to down, spreading my wetness as it brought about more. “You’re nice and wet,” he said, running his thumb from the bottom of my lips to just under my aching nub.

His thumb slick with my desire, he brought it to my clit and began working his magic.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, nor could I stay propped up, so I let myself drop onto the pillow and succumb to the pleasure he was giving me.

A finger began teasing my entrance as his thumb continued on my swelling bud, and I sucked in a breath when he inserted it. Its girth astounded me, and when he hooked it upward, I realized he was using two fingers.

His thumb moved faster, and his fingers fell into rhythm with it. I gripped the armrests as a coil began tightening within me, spreading warmth—and spilling juices.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” Roy pulled air in through his teeth and removed his thumb from my clit. Before I could open my eyes and look up, his mouth replaced it, enveloping my bundle of nerves.

However good I thought his thumb felt, his tongue far surpassed it, and my coil twisted to near breaking.

My breathing got more shallow as the thrusting of his fingers, the sounds of his moaning and slurping, and the growing scent of his arousal worked with his mouth to push me over the edge.

I climaxed, hard, holding my breath and death-gripping the chair. Roy slowed down as I rode out my orgasm, my walls clenching around his fingers. When my body fell limp, my toes uncurling, he pulled away from and out of me.

This man was exactly what the reviews had said: an expert. I made a mental note to thank Amy later and took a moment to get my pulse back to normal.

After the post-orgasm fog cleared, I became painfully aware that I was still on the chair, exposed, spread-eagle in front of him. In one movement, I shot my eyes open, pushed myself up, snapped my legs shut, and sat back in the chair, pulling my robe closed around me.

“Oh, no,” Roy said, scooting closer to me, legs on either side of mine. “That body’s much too tasty to hide behind a robe.”

He pressed himself against my knees, and my eyes shot to his massive bulge. Once again, his alpha scent erased all my insecurities, and I opened my robe for him, respreading my legs as far as his would allow.

His smile turning devilish, he said, “Good. Now, where’s your bedroom?”

ROY

Krissy pointed, and I stood up, reaching a hand down for her. After she grabbed it, I pulled her up and then dipped to hook my hands around the backs of her thighs, lifting her and bringing her legs around my waist.

She felt fantastic pressing against me, her thighs firm, her ass soft, and her breasts full. With her this close, my desire to sniff her took over, and I buried my nose into the crook of her neck, not bothering to move her hair.

Underneath a faint chemical smell—she’d dyed her hair recently, I guessed—was her oh-so-yummy scent, one that could be very dangerous for her.

I’d spent my entire postpubescent life building up my resistance to an omega’s heat pheromones, but resisting hers proved to be a struggle. I didn’t have to imagine what an untrained alpha would want to do to her.

Krissy must really have some horror stories.

More determined than ever to treat her well, I carried her to the bedroom, kissing her neck as I went, my jeans getting tighter by the step. In front of her bed, I placed her on the floor, her robe closing and covering too much of her kissable skin.

After pushing her hair to the back, I trailed my index finger from behind her ear, along her jawline, down her neck, and along her collarbone to her shoulder, causing the robe to slip off her body.

Her more-than-a-handful breasts called to me to squeeze them, and her nipples stood at attention, begging me to suck them.

So I did, and Krissy gasped, lacing her fingers through my hair and then running them down my back.

When she tugged on the collar of my jacket, I stood upright and held her gaze, smirking as I gently pushed her onto the bed.

“You’re right,” I said, “my turn to get naked.”

KRISSY

Roy took a step back from me as I sat on the edge of the bed, my body alight with arousal and shaking from desire. If he didn’t fuck me any moment now, I wouldn’t be able to avoid forcing the issue. My body would take over, and I doubted he’d be able to resist.

But I just had to hold on because I wanted to see as much of him as I could before my peak made me go blind with need.

Gripping the opening of the jacket, Roy held eye contact as he pulled it off. His white shirt, now soiled by my wetness, couldn’t hide the muscles under it. The T-shirt sleeves stretched perfectly around his full biceps, and his pecs danced with every movement.

Roy grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled, peeling it off over his head and tossing it. My breath caught in my throat as his skin shimmered in the candlelight, which caused the lines of his muscled yet lean torso to stand out in stark contrast.

He was so freaking gorgeous.

His hands went to his belt buckle, undid it, and opened the button of his jeans.

I stopped breathing altogether when I noticed he wasn’t wearing underwear, watching without blinking as the zipper lowered, revealing the base of his thick cock. With the zipper completely down, his cock was still held by the jeans, and my eyes drifted down the bulge.

Swallowing hard at his size, I brought my eyes to his hand, which gripped his shaft and pulled, the other hand moving the jeans to release the head.

My legs closed instinctively once his dick was fully exposed, but they reopened the moment I caught a whiff of his arousal. Though, I could see it already leaking from his tip, the tip of an impossibly large, girthy, veiny cock.

I licked my lips, wanting desperately to taste him, as Roy pulled his jeans the rest of the way off, removing his socks and shoes with them.

He must have seen me lick my lips because he chuckled and said, “Oh, no. Tonight’s about your pleasure, not mine.” I must have made a face because he added, “But don’t worry, I’m gonna love fucking you.”

Locking his dark eyes onto mine, Roy stepped toward me, and I moved back onto the bed, him crawling between my legs. He brought his face to mine as he hovered above me.

We stared at each other for an eternal moment, and then he smiled.

“Are you ready?” he asked.