Stuck on You - Part 3

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Lena overslept through two alarms and missed an important work meeting due to her snooze-button smashing. She woke glassy-eyed and panicked, but still took the time to put her hair in a tidy bun and do her make-up. That much was necessary to give the illusion that she was a responsible professional.

She arrived at the office looking composed and sophisticated and intentionally late. Her colleagues assumed she had a morning appointment and she didn’t correct them. It took her a few hours to realize that Andrea covered for her without knowing the reasons behind her truancy.

“Andrea told everyone you had a doctor’s appointment,” Jess reported over a steaming cup of black coffee. “If that’s the case, you must have gotten a prescription for dick because you don’t even smell desperate this morning.”

“I’m surprised I can still walk after the night I had with Kara.” Lena ached in ways she hadn’t known possible, and far from it being a deterrent, she actually enjoyed it.

She remained wet all morning for no real reason and whenever she thought of Kara, her cunt inexplicably spasmed.

“Then she’s either that good or she’s terrible in bed. Either way I want all the deets.” Jess hid her grin behind her coffee mug and needled Lena with an expectant look that begged for her friend to share whatever transpired.

Lena cast a glance over her shoulder to make sure nobody would over hear them and leaned in to whisper, “Oh, she’s good alright. Too good.”

“So when are you seeing her again?” Jess asked, rightfully predicting that Kara would try to set up a second date if the first one went so well.

Lena fidgeted with one of the files on her desk and tried to kill her guilty feelings with logic. In spite of her libido, her heart still pined for Andrea, and some stupid part of her almost felt like she had cheated.

“Friday, but I don’t think I’m going to show. What do I really have in common with a yoga instructor other than–”

“Enjoying her enormous cock?” Jess supplied without an ounce of tact. “God, no wonder you were late this morning if you were railed by that thing.”

“I only managed to take half of it,” Lena confided, a little bitter over her own limitations. “Any more than that and I think I would have been split in two.”

“I’ve always loved a challenge.” Jess clutched her mug with a wistful sigh and chewed her lip.

“What are you two whispering about?” Andrea inquired with a slow smile she directed at Lena.

Neither of them had noticed she wandered over and Lena wondered how much her ex had heard, given the intense level of curiosity on her face.

“Nothing,” Lena lied with the perfect stoic expression that would have been believable if not for Jess butting in.

“Lena hooked up with the hot yoga instructor. Hey, if you’re passing that fro-yo place for lunch, pick one up for Lena’s cooch.” Jess smirked at Andrea and how taken aback she appeared by the news.

“You slept with her on the first date?” Andrea hissed, too proud to outright state how she felt, even though she postured to signal her mood.

“Relax, Andrea, it’s not that serious.”

While that was true, Lena loved the tormented frown on Andrea’s face. Her blotchy complexion held notes of rage and her pheromones weren’t subtle about it, either.

Lena touched her throat where Andrea’s mouth used to nip at the skin and shuddered at the thought of her ex biting her for real.

“It’s serious enough that she’s got a second date lined up,” Jess informed Andrea with a smile that lacked warmth and comforted her boss with a light pat on the arm.

Andrea pursed her lips disdainfully and pulled back from the condescending touch. She released a scent that commanded all of Lena’s attention and made Jess step back. “I thought you had better judgment than to hook up with someone you barely know. I’m sure you’re not interested in hearing my advice, but you’re one of the best and the brightest we have around here. I don’t want you to make any decisions you’ll later regret.”

Lena blinked at the saccharine and caring pheromones that also reeked of criticism. She wondered if she should interpret it as a threat to her job security or if Andrea was just being extra protective.

Andrea cleared that up later in a private conference room after dismissing their other colleagues. She coughed to keep Lena seated and moved around the long table to perch right in front of her. “I wanted to chat with you about your tardiness this morning. I hope you don’t think I’m being too harsh about this, but I did cover for you. I’m worried because this relationship is already impacting your work. Beyond that, you know I have a soft spot for you. I’m worried about you getting close to someone who isn’t worthy of your time.”

If anyone else sat her down to have that conversation, Lena would have been offended. Instead she viewed it as a clear sign that her plan to stir up jealousy was working.

Andrea’s concern radiated over her like the warmth of the sun coming through the windows. She placed her hand on Lena’s forearm and all of the requited feelings of before seemed to exist again for a flicker of a moment.

“It’s nice that you want to look out for me,” Lena whispered and pouted the way she always did whenever she was seducing her ex.

She remembered the time she slipped into Andrea’s lap right in that very boardroom and bounced on her cock until after business hours. Given the hazy and heavily lidded stare on Andrea’s face, Lena had to wonder if they were both reminiscing about that specific time.

It took Eve popping her head into the conference room to break them out of their conversation. “Hey, there you are! Don’t forget we have a call in ten minutes, silly head.”

Andrea startled out of her deep concentration on Lena’s cleavage and pressed a hand to her shoulder in departing. “You’ll figure all of this out. From my perspective, you deserve only the best.”

Lena nodded and kept her calm during the physical contact, although she could still feel Andrea’s touch long after it happened. It filled her with comfort throughout the morning, at least until lunch time arrived and she wandered off to Eve’s office just to find her with her tongue in Andrea’s mouth.

Working in that environment would never be the same again unless she managed to pull Andrea’s attention back to her — and Lena realized she didn’t want to do that because Eve was a good person.  Becoming a homewrecker wasn’t high on Lena’s priorities, but it would be different if Andrea chose to end the relationship herself for other reasons—namely if her jealousy became too much to handle and she suddenly recognized Lena’s importance in her life.

Lena sank back into the place at her desk without any plans of sabotaging Andrea’s relationship. She picked up her phone and decided to search through Kara’s sites about yoga, which was how she stumbled on a schedule of classes and an upcoming session entitled Freeing the inner spirit.

Out of all physical activities and horrible forms of exercise, Lena despised yoga the most. It caused her mental discomfort to configure her body into all kinds of shapes while listening to music primarily composed of weird reed flutes and water noises. All of the yoga sessions she ever attended had felt like a phony effort to free her mind from worries and restrictions. She liked those restrictions—in fact, she depended on them for her self discipline and work ethic, and she viewed her anxiety as one of her most important personality traits.

But none of her hang-ups stopped her from booking Kara’s evening class. After the little private session of the night before, Lena was certain that Kara would manage to free her of something — though she hoped it would be more physical than mental. She wouldn’t mind being freed from her clothes or Kara freeing her pussy to take more.

“Jess, can I borrow that cute little fit you sometimes wear to the gym?” Lena squinted down at her phone with a smile as a text popped up.

Kara must have been thinking of her at the same time.

Want to see me tonight?

Jess opened the bottom drawer on her desk and pulled out a neatly folded pile of clothes. “Black or navy? If you’re wearing this for Kara, I’d go with the black.”

The top was smaller than a bra and the pants had sheer cut-outs.

Lena selected the black outfit and waited five minutes before responding so that she didn’t seem desperately eager. 


You can add Telepath to your Instagram bio because you just read my mind.

Now that she solidified plans with Kara, getting her work done was easier.

It gave her mind something else to fixate on whenever she caught Eve and Andrea standing too close or whispering intimately together. She could read the looks they gave each other, and knew it wasn’t paperwork they would be doing as they slipped into Andrea’s office and closed the blinds.

The envious burn of her heart caused Lena to share her plans in the breakroom when she grabbed her last cup of coffee. She would be seeing Kara later that night, and the office omegas were invested in how well it would go.

None of them were aware she would be attending Kara’s yoga class—not even Kara herself. The element of surprise would serve as a flirtation, and their date later that evening could be spent getting sweaty in other, more active ways.

The gossip would find its way back to Andrea, and Lena waited by her desk for the rest of the day with the expectation that her ex would come by to lecture her.

In fact, Lena stuck around for an extra half hour only to realize that Andrea must have left earlier without her noticing. Which was odd, since her ex always stopped by even just to say goodnight.

The horrible realization that Andrea might not actually care enough about her to intervene hurt far more than Lena wanted to acknowledge. She had wounded her own pride and staying late meant she ran the risk of missing Kara’s class.

Lena didn’t even make it home to change. She rushed into the company bathrooms to switch out her outfits and embarrassed herself by jogging out of the office to hail a cab. She was flushed and breathless by the time she ran into the yoga studio, and Kara’s bright smile upon seeing her couldn’t shake her out of the shock of spotting Andrea.

They gawked at one another while participants found their mats and they wound up stuck next to each other at the back of the class.

“Alright everyone, let’s start off with a few warm up stretches. Reach for the stars–”

Kara’s voice startled Lena out of her staring, and she flung her hands up and pushed her tits out to distract Andrea. “Is this why you left work without a word, to stalk my date?”

The hopeful note to Lena’s tone was frankly tragic and she grimaced at Andrea’s high-pitched rebuttal.

“No, I would never! I decided I wanted to be more limber in bed, that’s all, and this class happened to be the closest.”

The added information was overkill to sell her lie, and Andrea seemed to realize it when Lena’s lip trembled.

Lena covered her emotion with a disgusted sound while Kara wandered through her students and guided them into the downward dog pose. She was so hung up on Andrea’s comment that Lena didn’t realize Kara was behind her until the alpha’s hand landed on her ass briefly.

Lena shuddered at the warmth of Kara’s palm and raised her hips higher.

“Great form, Lena. For a novice, I’m really impressed.” Kara moved on to coach others while her gaze returned to Lena.

Lena had no control over how her body reacted to the heat of Kara’s touch or the memory of the sex they had the night before. It could have been a terribly embarrassing situation if not for the bombardment of pheromones in the room. Plenty of people showed up to the class for fitness reasons — but an equal number were there just to ogle Kara in sportswear.

Even Andrea stopped stretching to gawk as Kara performed an open-legged lunge. She looked distraught after witnessing Kara’s hip thrust action. Despite all of her accolades and professional success, there was one way in which Andrea couldn’t match up to the yoga instructor.

Lena didn’t even try to pretend she wasn’t looking at Kara’s cock throughout the session. She lusted openly while also remaining conscious of Andrea’s movements next to her.

“God, she’s not even subtle about what she’s doing, is she?” Andrea huffed and bent over at such an acute angle that she strained her hamstring. She grabbed at her leg in pain and hissed loudly enough that it attracted Kara over.

Lena couldn’t resist the smile that curved her lips as Kara tried to fix Andrea’s bad technique.

“Try to go about this slowly and take a deep breath before you get into position.” Kara did what she would do with any other student and demonstrated the proper placement of her legs and limbs.

The one issue was that she was closely positioned to Andrea, and the whole class was watching them attempt the same move with visibly contrasting results. They measured up quite differently as they assumed the yoga pose, and Lena could tell that Andrea was aware of it.

The best part was that Andrea paid for the class and couldn’t prevent Kara from simply doing her job.

“Good job. Now that your feet are in the right position, I want you to bring your arms up to accentuate the curve of your spine.” Kara led by example, and for a few delayed seconds everyone including Andrea stopped to watch the instruction. “When you’re comfortable, tip your chin toward the ceiling and really feel the stretch throughout your core.”

Lena wanted to feel the stretch elsewhere, and judging by the eagerness of the omegas, so did the majority of the participants that assumed the new pose with far more grace than Andrea.


Andrea wobbled slightly and the contour of her tight lycra did her no favors with Kara nearby.

The harder Andrea tried to posture, the worse she made it for herself, and the stench of her frustration called out to Kara, who thought she required extra help.

“Try to release the tension in your shoulders while maintaining it in your glutes, like this,” Kara stated, completely oblivious to the daggers Andrea sent her way the second she stepped closer to use Lena as an example of what it should look like.

The unsung praise brought a grin to Lena’s lips, and Kara’s palms glided over her waist to rest her thumbs in the divots near her hips. It drew attention to her perfect form, though any lower and Kara would have been caressing ass.

“Keep those buns nice and tight.”

The words seemed intimate breathed against Lena’s ear, yet she distinctly heard a few other participants moan in response. The flutter of her cunt was thankfully private, though Lena wondered if Andrea sensed it because she looked particularly offended.

Kara wandered the floor to help others with their form, and Lena kept a keen eye on her to see if she touched anyone else.

Every pointer Kara gave was polite and less physical, and Lena preened to keep Kara’s attention. They made intense eye contact, much to Andrea’s grievance, and Lena fully expected Kara to seek her out when she directed, “Everyone pair up for some assisted stretching, and remember, go at your own pace.”

It stunned her when Andrea reached out to take her hand, and Lena saw Kara falter mid stride and partner up with someone else. She wasn’t entirely sure if the jealousy was all in her head, or if it stemmed entirely from Andrea, but she tried not to think about it as her ex stepped up behind her to settle her hands on her hips.

“Now this feels right, doesn’t it?” Andrea asked and coached Lena into a backwards bend that brought her ass flush against her crotch.

The strange thing was that it didn’t. Lena would have rather partnered with Kara, and that feeling resulted in deeper confusions she couldn’t shake off.

Her history with Andrea was more important, and they were a better match due to their professional backgrounds, but Lena’s stomach dropped with jealousy as she watched Kara arrange another omega’s arms into position.

It didn’t compute that she had Andrea’s full attention and still just wanted Kara to look at her. She and Kara had almost nothing in common despite sharing an intense physical attraction.

“Lena, you’re distracted,” Andrea complained in the middle of the pose and knocked Lena out of her obsessive leering.

It turned out that behaving that way fostered Andrea’s jealousies—which was what
she believed she wanted. But by the end of the class, all she could think about was how much she wanted Kara to take her home for another, more intimate session.

“Sorry, I’ve never been very good at yoga,” Lena muttered and slipped into a different pose that invited Kara’s eyes to rest on her.

She sensed that was the reason Kara decided to dismiss the class five minutes early. Kara asked everyone to sit back on their mats to cool down and practice deep breathing.

Most of the students closed their eyes to focus on themselves for the last few minutes of class. Lena couldn’t bring herself to do it as she sat with her legs open and stretched out to touch her toes. She stared directly at Kara and heard how labored her own breaths sounded as she gave the yoga instructor the perfect view of her tits.

She felt hotter from having Kara’s undivided attention, and realized all too late that she also held Andrea’s focus. Both alphas were gawking at her for entirely different reasons, and Lena tried to block out Andrea’s incredulous scent as she picked up on the flirty pheromones from Kara.

“You could always join me for my cardio workout if you’re looking to tone up. Yoga’s pretty boring and I know that you like to work up a sweat,” Andrea whispered conversationally. She leaned on her elbows to flex her pelvis and postured to get Lena’s attention.

It worked for a few meager seconds. Lena’s gaze flicked over the soft outline in Andrea’s lycra and then up to her pouty lips that had once felt so good pressed against her own. The once erotic sensation of Andrea’s teeth stinging her throat was a distant memory to the sting of being dumped and replaced in the same day.

She couldn’t look at Andrea the same at that moment. Lena’s mind was a little clearer and her heart a little lighter as she peered at Kara and exhaled slowly. In a room full of temptation, not once had Kara strayed or shown anyone the kind of interest she had shown her, and that mattered.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick this out. Changing up my routine seems to be working for me.” Lena avoided Andrea’s stunned expression by getting to her feet when Kara did.

The other students followed Kara’s lead, and Andrea was caught up in the rush of everyone trying to head out. She didn’t get the chance to protest because Lena had already slinked off to the side to dodge further discussion. She hoped she wasn’t making the worst decision of her life by blowing off Andrea, but her ex always responded favorably whenever she played hard to get.

The only thing was that Lena wasn’t sure she was pretending.

She wandered over to Kara once the last stragglers left the room and watched her lock the door with a slow smile Lena found infectious.

Lena blinked up at Kara through her lashes and brought her hand up to her neck to draw Kara’s attention to her unclaimed throat. “I hope you don’t mind that I crashed one of your classes. The lesson you gave me last night really opened me up to the benefits, but I must say, you seemed a little stiff during the lesson. Maybe I can help with that.”

Kara opened her mouth to respond and the biggest grin appeared on her lips instead. She laughed and glanced around at the vacant studio. “I would say yes, immediately, but this isn’t the most comfortable spot. Want to grab some dinner and come back to my place?”

Lena nodded a little more meekly than she felt about setting up a night for sex. They both put on their coats and exited the classroom. The sidewalk outside was swarming with people at that hour, and Kara linked their fingers together to guide her through the crowds and traffic.

They ended up at a small Thai place with a lot of vegan food and salad options, and Lena ordered a light meal that she barely touched.

“So who was the friend you brought with you to class?” Kara asked in the middle of lifting noodles and egg with her chopsticks.

Lena stabbed at some of her salad leaves and went through at least twelve lies in her head. If she was her own client, she would have advised using the convenient little phrase I don’t recall — but Kara was looking at her observantly.

“She’s actually my boss,” Lena sighed and abandoned her loaded up fork. “Andrea Rojas. I wasn’t expecting her to show up tonight. We must have just been on the same wavelength.”

Kara looked concerned about the dynamic between them, and Lena clamped her lips shut before voicing that they had a relationship in the past.

“Andrea mentioned something about wanting to get in better shape for her partner,” Lena added just in the nick of time to avoid raising worry or suspicion.

Kara sipped at an orange-tinged milk tea and wasn’t shy about glancing at Lena’s cleavage in the tiny fitness top. “That makes sense. A lot of people become interested in yoga to improve their flexibility.”

Lena knew how to move the conversation along to the topics that mattered most for their night ahead. “Speaking of flexibility, I’m hoping mine will get better with practice.”

Nothing stoked an alpha’s libido more than blatant talk of putting it in. She slipped her thigh against Kara’s under the table just in case her date was too dense to understand her innuendo.

“Do you think you can help me with that, Kara?”

Kara appeared to lose interest in her food as she lifted her drink and missed the straw by a mile. It poked Kara’s cheek before her lips found it and Lena smirked at how easily she could distract her date.

It soothed her fragile ego to know Kara considered her that attractive, especially since her recent break-up had put doubts in her mind. It still hurt to be replaced in Andrea’s life, but having Kara’s attention was a good consolation.

“I actually have a bunch of ideas in mind that will help you work towards that goal.”

“Then you should know I’m very determined to take everything you have to offer,” Lena boasted in seduction, and her cunt contracted at the thought of Kara filling her up again.

She hadn’t fully recovered from their night before, but the internal ache had kept her wet all day and she craved more of the same treatment.

It wasn’t wise for Lena to slip her hand onto Kara’s thigh but it certainly validated her omega to feel the solid girth beneath her palm. Kara was practically erect at the table, and she stroked her fingers over the shaft while maintaining eye contact. “You’ll have to train me to achieve that level of satisfaction, and push me with all you’ve got.”

Lena could tell from Kara’s glazed eyes that she was thinking about it.

“In that case, we should get started now.” Kara had the good sense to end their dinner before the staff asked them to leave. She paid their bill and took Lena by the hand to lead her outside.

“How long will it take to get to your place?” Lena asked as she glanced around at the evening crowds.

“Thirty minutes. Twenty if traffic is light.” Kara scanned the street like she planned to get them a cab, and Lena chewed her lip as she realized she would never last that long.

“My apartment is only five blocks from here and you know my bed is comfortable.” If she possessed any shame, Lena would have blushed.  She didn’t slow down her pace, and Kara matched her step for step in weaving through pedestrians.

In under five minutes, they dashed back to her apartment. Lena slipped the key into the door with the feeling that Kara couldn’t wait to strip her from the tight-fitting little yoga outfit.

Over all the months she had been in a relationship, not once had Andrea shown that level of excitement to tear her clothes off.

“Were you this wet during the yoga class, Lena? Did you attend hoping I’d give you a private session?” Kara cupped her over the tight fabric and teased a single finger along her pussy to find her clit stiff and responsive. She pressed inward to massage it and held Lena steady.

“Yes, I’ve been soaked all morning,” Lena confessed and barely registered Kara closing the door as she leaned in closer.

She watched Kara’s hand move beneath the pants she wore, and felt every intimate swirl across her clit. She couldn’t possibly return them after this, and made a mental note to buy Jess a new outfit as Kara worked hard to ruin this one with slick.

The soft growl Kara exhaled across her throat brought Lena’s knees together, and she clasped her date’s wrist before she got too far.

“Why don’t you join me in the shower first since you’re so eager to get my clothes off?” Lena freed herself with a come-hither motion and threw off her top to entice Kara to follow her.

The speed at which Kara removed her clothes made it seem like they were racing, and for once, Lena didn’t mind losing. She stared with open mouthed lust as Kara unveiled the sculpted plane of her abs and the hefty shaft that swung just beneath them.

Lena took pride in how the formidable erection jerked in her direction the moment she freed her tits. Thick opalescent droplets formed at the tip when she peeled off her panties, and Lena caught her lip between her teeth. She didn’t care how wanton it was to moan without being touched. Her thighs were slippery and her clit ached for the friction Kara’s cock could give it.

“For the record, I don’t care if you’re a little sweaty. You’re still sexy as hell no matter how you’re glistening.” Kara’s statement was directed to Lena’s pussy, and she stepped forward like she might just bend Lena over the sink instead.

Tempting as it was to fog the mirror with her raunchy cries, Lena backed herself into the shower with a raised brow and turned the warm spray on. “I prefer to freshen up before getting dirty, but if you’d rather I skip the part where I slip into skimpy lingerie before allowing you to tear it off me, I guess we could head right to the bedroom.”

Kara’s protests fell flat on her tongue and her jaw loosened for a second.

“That’s what I thought.” Lena’s grin turned smug as Kara hurried into the shower to join her.

“Cute puff. Do you mind if I borrow it?” Kara asked and reached over Lena’s shoulder to lift the luffa up.

The soft pink material turned to a white lather with the generous dollop of body wash that Kara applied to it.

Lena didn’t have the heart to say it was a gift from her ex as part of a Valentine’s spa set. It looked so tiny in Kara’s palm, and she felt a peculiar envy when Kara squeezed it firmly.

Those hands ought to have been on her tits and ass. She was about to air her grievances when Kara spun her around to soap up her back. “Figured I’d help in case you miss a spot.”

“How considerate of you,” Lena whimpered and adjusted her stance so she didn’t slip under the hot spray.

Kara covered her in suds and soon the luffa was forgotten as she massaged at Lena’s tits and drifted lower to clean her cunt.

“I like to be thorough.” Kara parted Lena’s labia with two fingers and dipped lower to really fondle her clit and her hot little opening below it.

There were no suds on her fingers, just water and slick, and she used both to tease Lena with shallow penetration.

Lena rocked her ass into Kara and trapped her cock against her backside. She knew exactly what she was doing by soaping Kara’s dick and she grinned as a throb raced down it.

If they weren’t careful, their quick shower would turn into something else.

The moment Kara pulled back to glide her cock between Lena’s thighs, she knew they were two seconds away from moving on to the best part of the night.

The hot friction of Kara’s girth locked Lena’s legs together and she was shocked to find a good six inches sliding between her thighs. Lena dropped her hand to jerk at Kara, and started to grind her pussy against the rest of it.

“Save the mess you’re ready to make for when you’re actually inside my cunt.” Lena gave the head of Kara’s cock a light stroke and turned the water off. She pulled on a fluffy robe and stepped out of the bathroom before her hormones convinced her to forego the lingerie.

Her drawer had a lot of options, and she mulled over boudoir bralettes and tiny string panties. She amassed a large collection over the years, most of which empowered her under her courtroom suits. Quite a few items she purchased during her relationship with Andrea, but she never had the chance to wear them.

She picked up a nude little body suit with Italian silk and the thinnest gold belt at the waist. It fit like air and still gave the illusion of coverage. Wisps of ruched fabric were interspersed with sheer material, and a small gusset concealed her pussy. Lena slipped into it and rubbed a hand between her thighs.

Fresh from the shower and with a blush of warmth on her face, she felt the anticipation of sex like a heaviness in her belly.

“Kara?” Lena called into the quiet of the living room and strode out to find her date in a change of clothes.

Kara still had a sexy look in a loose white tee and grey sweat pants. She made a loud airless noise after seeing Lena appear.

“There you are.” Lena smirked at the astounded expression on Kara’s face and how her eyes darted everywhere.

She also noticed a bunch of massage oils and a towel laid out on the sofa. Her eyebrows scrunched in curiosity and she pointed at the set up. “What is all of that?”

“Oh this?” Kara grinned and puffed herself up with her hands on her hips like she was proud of herself for some reason. “Just a little something I thought would help warm you up in preparation for round two tonight. I bought them this morning after we set up our fourth date.”

“If you’re going to count every interaction we have as a date, you might not get a fifth.” Lena blinked as though serious, but she failed to keep a smile from forming at the corners of her mouth.

Silly though it was, Lena found Kara’s behavior rather endearing and she couldn’t conceal that fact.

“I’m pretty confident you’ll change your mind once I’ve loosened you up.” Kara took her by the hand and encouraged Lena to stretch out on the couch before pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of Lena. She handed off one of the small bottles and tapped the label with her fingertip for Lena to inspect it.

“These oils are formulated for omegas during sex,” Kara explained and lifted another bottle to shake the contents, then she arranged Lena’s legs on either side of her chair. She poured a generous amount into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm the liquid.

Lena pursed her lips shrewdly and eyed the label on the back with a critical squint. “They’re for breeding.”

Her tone was the only dry thing about her as she glanced at the thick girth lifting the front of Kara’s baggy sweatpants.

“Well not to boast but you did say I’m bigger than any knot you’ve taken, and they’re meant to work with your own lubrication so you can take larger than average ones. I figured it was worth a shot if you still planned to eventually take me base-deep.” Kara exhaled a sound of desire as she plucked the gusset of Lena’s lingerie aside to glide her palm over the soft swell of her pussy.

Lena shivered at the contact and tried not to show it as she pushed her cunt into Kara’s hand. She held the lingerie aside for Kara and spread her legs wider so Kara could fully rub into her lips.

“This is very expensive lingerie, and if the oils ruin it–”

“They won’t,” Kara cut in with a slow grin and slid two fingers up and down either side of Lena’s clit. “But if they did, I'd like you to remember that as sexy as it is, it’s never given you an orgasm, and I plan to give you several.”

Lena bit down her tongue to avoid voicing other complaints and to stop the immediate moan that came from her throat. She strained upward to glimpse the motions of Kara’s hand over her cunt. Her slick was all over Kara’s fingers and the oil left a bright sheen across her palm.

“If these are the lengths you’ll go to just to fit inside my tight little cunt, I’m not sure you’ll succeed. Just how many omegas have you handled like this?” The soft taunt hardly concealed the breathy sighs she gave whenever Kara massaged her slit with the perfect up-and-down tempo.

Kara’s large fingers seemed to fit between her pussy lips perfectly and rubbed every inch of her sex. Her thighs tensed from the perpetual glide against her clit and she wondered if Kara could feel the spasm of her entrance begging her to fill it.

“Only one, and she looks particularly beautiful when she’s being extra stubborn and sassy so I won’t notice her breaths are labored.” Kara kept her gaze fixed between Lena’s thighs and eased her thumb into the grasping silk inside. She angled the pad upward to rub into the striations of Lena’s upper wall and pushed deeper to coat the ripples in the special oil.

The tease of being filled by something so small in comparison to Kara’s cock almost evoked a whine from Lena. She rocked her hips with gradual intensity to rub herself over Kara’s palm and moaned as the alpha closed her fingers to increase the friction on her clit.

“Am I really supposed to believe you’ve never done this with anyone else? What makes me so special?”

The question flew out of her mouth unfiltered and Lena blamed Kara for lowering her inhibitions to dangerously stupid levels. She felt lethargic with pleasure, not quite high enough to be near orgasm but close enough for her limbs to relax while her core muscles tightened.

“I think you can work it out, but let me give you a clue.” Kara met her eye as she slid her thumb out of her channel just to press in with two fingers. They both made sounds of satisfaction when Lena’s walls clamped around the intrusion, and Kara pumped into her a few times before inserting a third.

The tight fit was even better because she was still so sensitive inside from Kara taking her the night before. Lena wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed or proud that she was apparently the tightest or most uptight omega Kara had been with in her history. Though she certainly felt more determined to have every inch of Kara one way or another.

Lena’s clit had a pulse of its own, and the delectable throb kept Kara’s thumb passing over it with increasing pressure. She plucked at Lena’s nipples while she stroked her inside, and the moment Lena writhed in mounting bliss, she lifted the oil and poured it over her glistening cunt.

“Good girl, Lena, take it all into your pussy so you can take me next.”

Kara pushed the lubricant into Lena with steady thrusts and crooked her fingers to massage it into every contour. She smeared the excess across Lena’s clit and steadied her hips while she spread her fingers. The extra stretch helped to open Lena more thoroughly and she arched for it with pleading whimpers.

She moved with desperate little bucks against Kara’s deep-pushing fingers. Her intimate silk gathered inside of her, thick and generously slippery. Through her low lashes, she watched her nipples pebble and her inner lips darken to a healthy reddish glow from the sexual friction.

“Maybe you should show me your cock and remind me what I’m working towards.”

She clenched from the thrill of Kara standing up and sliding her pants off her hips. Underneath, her shaft was hard from the superior girth of the base to the very wide tip. Kara’s cock pointed upright in full arousal, and there was so much of it that she clutched it with both hands until she sat back down.

Lena whimpered again and considered all of the possible ways Kara could have sex with her. “Even if it feels a little uncomfortable at first, we’re going to be persistent. I want you to split me open tonight. I want to feel everything. Every inch inside of me.”

Her cunt was all oiled-up and ready, and she glanced over at the large box of condoms Kara must have brought along.

“I’m just as ambitious as you are about this, but let’s go at a slow pace,” Kara cautioned and helpfully reached out to rip open one of the little latex wrappers. “This should be nothing but pleasurable for you.”

“What if we just practice for a while without one of those?” Lena suggested and re-positioned herself on the sofa to perch on Kara’s knee.

Just the simple act of feeling her cunt bare, oiled, and so close to Kara’s dick was enough to inspire a wanton tension inside of her.

Kara took off her shirt and groaned at the proposition along with the sexual scents on Lena’s body. “Yeah, maybe some practice will help relax you. Your pussy is already supple and wet, but I think it needs a bit more encouragement to take me fully.”

Lena decided to remove her lingerie so she could sit naked in Kara’s lap. She appreciated the sensation of having Kara’s muscular thigh between her legs for the time being while they talked through the particulars. Her clit pulsed in gratitude from Kara’s gentle movement underneath her.

They started out just by grinding her pussy against the warmth of Kara’s thigh. Kara grasped at her waist in support and eventually moved her into a better placement against the gigantic head of her dick.

“This might be easier if you let me do the work.” The suggestion was followed by Kara’s firm hands on her ass, and she manually held Lena up to better rub the plump glans between her silken folds. Instead of bucking to slot herself inside Lena, she lowered her gently to sit directly on the huge tip.

Lena gasped at the hot firmness that pressed into her tender opening. She held her pussy lips apart so they could both watch as it struggled to slip inside. Even with the oils, it was almost too much, and yet Lena moved her hips to create space for the alpha.

The slow gyration must have felt incredible because Kara angled her pelvis and dropped Lena lower with a guttural sound of gratitude. “Rock those hips, Lena, show me what a good girl you are for trying to take my cock.”

Praise was one of the most effective ways to make Lena’s omega borderline feral, and she had to resist her own impulse to slide down on Kara’s dick. She held onto Kara’s shoulders with one hand and tried to bounce herself in increments to take two inches.


“Watch it spread me open, Kara. Look at what you do to my pussy.”

“God, you feel so warm without the latex.” Kara’s eyes were already glassy and her thighs were tense as she gripped Lena’s ass with all the self-restraint her alpha could afford.

“You wish you could thrust into me, don’t you?” Lena whispered, sensing all the power behind Kara’s muscles and how desperate she must have felt to slam into her fully.

Lena shouldn’t have teased her by raising herself up, or sinking back onto the mauve tip that already wept with arousal. “You’re thinking of how wet and perfect I’d feel wrapped around this big cock of yours if only I was able to take it. Is your alpha begging you to fuck me, Kara? Is it telling you to pin me down and wreck me in the best possible way?”

Kara’s pained groan was almost as pathetic a sound as Lena’s whine when Kara hoisted her off her cock. She looked wild in the eyes and her breaths were ragged, and Lena realized how close she came to having a messy cunt when she saw Kara’s shaft throb between her thighs.

“Are you trying to make me come?” Kara growled and repositioned Lena with her back on the sofa and her ass on the arm of it. She held Lena’s knees to keep her legs open and pushed into the quiver of her entrance without any protection. “Because that’s what will happen if you talk like that.”

Kara gave her no time to appreciate the warning and thumbed at Lena’s clit as she began to thrust. Six inches didn’t seem like enough, and yet Kara’s girth stretched her walls better than any knot she had taken. Lena knew the risk of allowing Kara to pound her raw, and yet she couldn’t help the way she locked her ankles around the alpha’s hips.

“Maybe I want that,” Lena admitted with the softest whine on her tongue and a pout on her lips that was a proven tactic of a seduction.

She used protection religiously with her ex and her limited number of other hook-ups, but none of them were endowed like Kara, and she was hornier than she ever remembered being.

“I know it’s important we stop and you put on a condom, but this feels a lot better, doesn’t it? Don’t you want to fuck me without one?” Lena’s short breaths turned into whines and she rocked in time to Kara’s lunges. Her pussy clamped involuntarily, aligned more with her biological urges than the part of her brain that knew she shouldn’t be acting like that.

Kara leaned into her harder and put more power behind her thrusts, and Lena whimpered as her tight cunt relented to two more inches. There was so much more to push inside of her, and even though she tried to hold herself open, she couldn’t manage to take the rest of it.

Working Kara up to the point of ferocity seemed to be a step in the right direction.

Kara raised her legs up practically over her head and slammed into her. Neither of them paid attention to the sound of the splintering wood frame of the couch.

What would have been a disaster at any other time turned out to be beneficial when the couch sagged beneath Lena and the momentum plunged Kara deeper. The hot striking against her cervix was all the better from the oils and Lena keened as they kept going.

“Even if I wanted to pull out, your pussy is so tight I don’t think it would let me.” Kara sounded pleased by that revelation, and Lena’s cunt fluttered along her girth with greedy ambition.

Lena raised her pelvis and watched her abdomen bulge with Kara’s faster thrusts. It tormented her that she couldn’t fit it all inside her cunt, and she rocked harder because of it. She longed to be rutted properly, to feel the exquisite heat of Kara’s cock fully inserted, and maybe it was her frustration that ultimately broke them both.

She scored her nails across Kara’s hips and tried to tug the alpha closer as she bared her throat with a beguiling scent and begged to be rawed within an inch of her life.

“You don’t have to make excuses. I can feel how much you want it, Kara. You want to see my cunt dripping with your seed so you know you have a right to be inside it.”

The words coming out of her mouth would later haunt Lena, but right then with Kara kissing and licking at her throat, she meant it. Her heart might have belonged to Andrea, but her pussy was all Kara’s in the lustful heat of the moment.

Kara needed no more encouragement than the fantasy of Lena’s cunt overflowing after passionate sex. She grunted out praises and seed came rushing out of her like a geyser. Only two hot spurts landed over Lena’s stomach and the rest she pushed into her spasming cunt.

Lena couldn’t lift her head up because of how Kara pinned her. She was overcome by the inertia of her instincts that wanted every drop inside of her. If Kara’s knot was anywhere close to sinking into her heat, then Lena would have pleaded for that, too.

She was vaguely aware that she was hanging almost upside down on her lopsided couch. Right then all she processed was the sublime orgasm that was still causing her to clench and draw out Kara’s pleasure. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to lie there with her legs up high. Kara gathered the hair away from her face and kissed her lips and throat.

“And to think I was worried you’d ruin my lingerie.” Lena lilted once she regained the ability to speak. She raised her brows and laughed along with Kara who was still bent over and buried in her cunt despite the awkward angle. “I’m starting to see the real benefits of yoga.”

“And what about dating me, any benefits there?” Kara had no reason to look so
handsome and cocky while practically standing on her hands. She looped one arm under Lena’s hips and gracefully used herself as a landing mat for Lena as she tumbled them onto the floor.

It was a miracle that neither of them had injured themselves, though Lena did squint at her destroyed couch. She was tempted to tell Kara she owed her a new one, but realized she didn’t care about the furniture when the orgasms were that good.

Lena wasn’t ready for their fourth date to be over quite yet and pushed Kara’s shoulders in an attempt to pin her down.

She didn’t require brute strength to keep Kara beneath her, and found that out as she rocked herself on the creamy expanse of Kara’s still hard shaft.

“Oh, I can think of at least one.”