Big Dick Energy - Sneak Peek, Chapter 2

The weekend went by in a wonderful blur and Kara had spent every moment of it with Lena. They laughed, and cuddled and watched Netflix in between making out for hours on end. They barely left Kara’s dorm room to get food, but they never discussed the one thing Kara couldn’t stop thinking about:

Sex.

It felt like a whole new world had opened up to her, and every time she was around Lena, her body instantly reacted. Her cock stood at attention, eager and waiting at the mere scent of Lena.

Kara hated how frequently she had to try and conceal it, and how distracted she had become because of it. Every thought in her head inevitably redirected to sex. Then she would lose herself in the memory of how warm and wet Lena had been, and how sex with her was better than anything she had ever known.
 

Her heart felt freer than a bird because they were more than just best friends now. Granted, Kara wasn’t entirely sure what they were, because she hadn’t outright asked, but in her heart Lena was hers. In the heat of the moment, Lena had expressed that Kara was her alpha, but they never talked about it afterwards, or exchanged tokens to make it official. 

Kara would have mentioned it after classes on Monday, but then Miss Grant had said a lot of things during the alpha class and Kara had started to panic. The topic had been sex drives and sexual aggression, and Kara had wanted to curl up and hide because it was embarrassing to have to go through sex-education all over again.
 

“As alphas, you more than anyone are prone to believing that once you like something or someone that it automatically makes it yours.” Miss Grant had said, her eyes narrowed as she took the time to look at everyone individually. “Guess what? It doesn’t. There’s a reason why forced claiming is illegal, so learn to deal with your jealousy. Now I know back in the day alphas were entitled to claim whomever they pleased, but that was frankly barbaric. We’re lucky to live in a society where claiming is done mutually, with full consent, not aggression and violence.”
 

Kara had been nodding along, until some of the alphas cracked jokes about how much easier it would be if the old rules still applied. Miss Grant wasn’t amused, and she had taken the time to reprimand each of them before she continued.
 

“You may like someone. You may even love them, but you do not own them.” Miss Grant snapped, and pointedly looked at the idiots at the back. “Entering into a relationship, even if it’s only for physical gratification, doesn’t give you the right to sex whenever you want it. You’re not a slave to your urges. You aren’t going to die if your sexual needs are not met.”
 

Kara had begun to sweat after that. Her skin turned clammy and her stomach turned with worry, but she kept her mouth shut and listened as Miss Grant rattled off more information that she felt the need to scribble into a notebook.
 

“Your libido will skyrocket if it hasn’t already, and while everyone else is going through the same thing, only you and the omegas will have this higher sex drive for the rest of your lives.” Miss Grant had paused then to make sure everyone understood that this wouldn’t be a passing phase, then intoned gravely, “The sooner you learn to adjust to it the better, and yes Maxwell, I am suggesting you take matters into your own hands. I suspect you’re rather adept at that.”
 

Laughter erupted from the back of the class and Kara had sunk lower in her seat to avoid Miss Grant’s wrath. Thankfully it passed, but what she said next would occupy Kara’s thoughts for days.
 

“Some of you have gone through more changes than others, but all of you will go through more, especially where sex is involved.” Everyone had shut up at that, and Miss Grant had smirked knowingly and rolled her eyes. “While the mechanics of it are essentially the same, you have to be aware that during intercourse, there is a high chance of developing a knot. Now, I’m sure some of you are aware of what that is, but for the rest of you this might come as a shock. I assure you all it’s perfectly natural, but you must be careful with your partners, especially if they are inexperienced or in heat. The risk of pregnancy increases exponentially if they are knotted.”
 

Kara had run back to her dorm to search online for what it meant to knot and had been equally horrified and aroused by what she discovered. Apparently, as a new alpha, it could happen at random, but with age and practice it could happen by command in the heat of the moment.
 

For the next five days, Kara had tried to be as conscientious and careful around Lena as she possibly could. That Monday night she had stopped by to bring Lena dinner, and tried not to stare when the omega dragged her inside, still sweaty from her work-out and wearing the tightest lycra shorts Kara had ever seen. She had dropped her carton of pot stickers when Lena bent over to grab her chopsticks, and then spent the next hour aggressively trying to look Lena in the eyes only. Which was difficult when Lena insisted that Kara should help her stretch so she didn’t get leg cramps.
 

When Kara’s eyes strayed to Lena’s shorts, Kara couldn’t help but wonder how a knot would feel, and then she had gotten hard and made an excuse to leave.

 

On Tuesday, they spent time huddled over books in the library, and more than once Kara had caught herself staring down the low-cut top Lena had worn. In fact, she spent so much time with her eyes on Lena’s cleavage that the only notes she had written out were, I like her lacy bra. A little while later, Lena had asked Kara if she wanted to go look for something else, and suggested the back of the library. Kara had declined because she still had three books to get through sitting next to her.

 

On Wednesday, when Lena had been too warm and asked if she could strip down to her panties, Kara had professed that she was totally okay with that. She had stared at her own feet, and then ran off to borrow a fan that she turned on full blast to help keep Lena cool. The heating in the dorm always did feel overpowering in autumn and winter.
 

Thursday night, after they had gotten dinner and returned to Kara’s room, Lena had suggested she sleep over, but lamented that she didn’t have anything to wear and was too tired to walk back to her room. Just as she started to undress, Kara had handed her one of her baggy t-shirts. 

Lena stood perplexed with it in her arms, but then smiled gently and pulled the shirt on over her head. 

Kara had barely slept that entire night because Lena’s warmth was pressed against her, and Kara wanted her more than anything. In the morning, she had hurried out of the room to get them breakfast as an excuse so that Lena didn’t have a rude awakening with Kara stiffly greeting her beneath the sheets.
 

And now it was Friday night, and Kara was trying to pick the right outfit because they were going to another party. Lena would be there any second to head out and Kara had a pile of shirts on the bed behind her. 

She pulled on an itchy collared top and a grey sweater, then braided her hair back. It took her a little too long to realize that she was dressed for class and not for an omega sorority party. 

It crossed her mind to change, but then Lena breezed into the room, exuding so much sexual energy that Kara tripped back and landed on her ass on the bed. 

Kara gaped up at the dress that fit Lena like a second skin, showing off every curve of her body and reminding Kara of what was underneath. She swallowed and honed in on the spot between Lena’s thighs, blinking to clear her mind of impure thoughts. 

“Kara, I can’t decide which dress to wear, do you like this one?” Lena asked. She held up another option, which had a longer hem and the disadvantage that it was not currently on Lena.

Kara could only give it a cursory glance, because she was busy gawking at Lena’s firm nipples underneath the dark blue bust of the dress. “I like—” Boobs. “I like what you’re wearing.” She choked out, digging her fingers into her thighs as she inhaled Lena’s omega scents wildly.