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Lena Luthor knew all of the problems that could arise in a marriage — from the petty little things to the infidelities and damning betrayals. She heard the worst kinds of stories from clients in her first few years as an intern, and she didn’t become any more optimistic about human behavior by working on the corporate instead of the civil side of the law.
It became her personal policy not to get close to anyone or form emotional attachments. She started her career after law school as a Junior associate at Grant and Jones, one of the best firms on the West coast. Her work overshadowed the rest of her interests and relationships from that point onward.
Falling in love with a colleague hadn’t been part of her life plan — but she also hadn’t counted on senior associate Andrea Rojas coming on so strong. Andrea sent gigantic bouquets of flowers to her desk, treated her to expensive dinners and coached her on getting ahead. Lena had never felt more pursued or special, and she slipped deeper into her feelings without even recognizing it. She believed every one of Andrea’s sweet nothings and lived for the weekends when they could lie in bed together and discuss future plans.
Blinded by love, Lena didn’t see the break-up coming or at all predict the emotional whiplash she would experience when Andrea trotted out another lawyer from the New York office and introduced her to everyone as her girlfriend.
Lena spent several hours in the bathroom hyperventilating after that.
Splashing water on her face didn’t calm her down, and mascara streaked across her face before she could grab a tissue. Andrea had bitten her throat just the week before, and the bruise was still faintly visible, enough to warrant wearing a turtleneck that day. She smelled like confusion and despair and that wasn’t a good mix when confronted with her ex’s new girlfriend.
In walked Andrea’s mate, Eve Teschmacher — blonde haired, bubbly, and in every way a much different type than Lena.
Eve admired a bite on her throat in the bathroom mirror and spritzed on some perfume with a smile on her face. She batted her naturally long lashes like one of those creepy blinking baby dolls and noticed Lena’s distress at a long delay.
“Oh, are you alright?” Eve sweetly asked and ripped several tissues out of a large community box for Lena. “I know we just made introductions, but I didn’t get your name.”
Lena croaked out something resembling “Lee-huh-nuh” and sniffled into one of the tissues.
She didn’t need more details about Andrea’s new flame or to get better acquainted. Everyone knew Eve from a recent celebrity case where she and Andrea defended a terribly guilty client and won the public’s approval. Eve played to Andrea’s social media presence, and the mainstream media ate it up.
That trial bothered Lena, but it wasn’t that she hated Eve on sight.
To her annoyance, Eve had a very likeable personality and calming presence. Lena just didn’t know how Eve’s relationship with Andrea could have developed over night.
“I’m fine,” Lena warbled and wiped the rest of the tears and snot from her face. “I just ate some bad sushi for lunch. I should congratulate you and Andrea—"
Eve scrunched her brows and laughed lightly at Lena’s comment. “I guess you already heard that I came on board here because Andrea and I were both offered Partner.”
Lena hadn’t heard that tidbit of news, and it made her feel even more blindsided that she would be answering to her ex as her boss.
“I was referring to your relationship,” Lena intoned with a sudden ire in her chest that banished her tears. “How long have you two been together?”
Vindictively, she wanted to expose Andrea and talk about their entanglements. They had just broken up, and unless Andrea moved fast in all of her relationships, it was likely that cheating was involved. Lena crossed her arms and hesitated to speak up just as Eve beat her to it.
“Oh,” Eve emphasized and opened her purse to pull out a photo from long ago. “Andrea and I originally got together in college. We’ve had kind of an off-and-on relationship for the past ten years. That’s one of the reasons I asked Andrea to work on this last trial with me. We needed the extra counsel and we have a long history together. I know you had a little bit of an office fling with Andrea very recently. I’ll keep all of that hush hush.”
“I would appreciate that,” Lena replied, more subdued now that she discovered that Andrea had a long-standing connection with Eve.
She still considered submitting her letter of resignation that same afternoon.
Logically, Lena knew that Andrea was a bit older and had been with the firm longer. Andrea deserved that promotion more than anyone, and technically no cheating had taken place in their relationship. They had parted on friendly terms, and although Lena was still very much in love, she didn’t hold a grudge at the time of the break-up.
All of those factors aside, Lena couldn’t help but feel put-out, and it bothered her even more that Andrea continued to be soft with her. Lena could have made a mess of the situation in good conscience if Andrea wasn’t so god damn considerate and apologetic.
With nothing to do but bide her time at her desk until the work day was over, Lena couldn’t leave any more than she could avoid the sorrowful glances Andrea sent her way. The glass windows of Andrea’s new office allowed Lena the opportunity to see the parade of interns and their colleagues that all congratulated their new boss on the promotion.
The whole office seemed to buzz with joy, and Lena couldn’t quite bring herself to fake a smile. She sat hunched at her desk with her pen blotting on the documents she was supposed to be reading and slipped into her own head. The sound of a cork exploding out of a champagne bottle finally startled her out of her fugue state, and one of the interns finally dragged her into toasting Andrea and Eve’s success.
The little paper cup crinkled in Lena’s hand, and she blithely dumped the alcohol into the small bonsai tree that sat on Benjamin’s desk while nobody was looking.
Eve regaled the office with tales of how spectacular Andrea was on the recent case, and Lena idly imagined what life would be like if she got on a plane instead of going home to cry her eyes out.
She was dead set on excusing herself the minute the topic of going out came up. Lena managed to make it back to her desk, though not without Andrea noticing. She didn’t expect to see her so close or smell the alpha’s pheromones, and both things unnerved her into smiling absurdly.
“You’re not thinking of skipping out on us, are you?” Andrea asked with that same flirtatious smile that never failed to get Lena’s heartbeat racing. She dipped her head to peer into Lena’s eyes and the contrite lines of her forehead conveyed an apology that never quite made it past her tongue. “You never turn down a meal on the company dime. I thought I taught you that.”
The light-hearted joke felt too casual for the tension between them, and Lena carefully distanced herself by lifting her bag.
“You taught me a lot of things that I don’t think are applicable right now,” Lena muttered under her breath and laughed like she found her own pain funny.
Andrea appeared wounded, and she blinked in the face of Lena’s rising emotions. “I know this must be surprising to hear but I really do hope we can still be friends. Everyone is coming out to celebrate. It wouldn’t be the same without you there.”
It wasn’t fair to ask her to join in when the wounds of their break up were so fresh. Lena felt weak in her ex’s presence, like she might inadvertently go along with the idea, even though she knew it would end in disaster for her if she did.
“Andrea–”
“One drink?” Andrea pressed with the kind of audacity that Lena found attractive.
Jess, her best friend and secretary, latched onto Lena’s arm with a bright smile and informed Andrea candidly, “Lena can’t. We already have plans, and if we’re late, we’ll lose our spot.”
“Right,” Lena croaked and pointed vaguely to indicate they had to leave. “We’re going to that thingyou mentioned, Jess. I’d completely forgotten.”
“What thing?” Andrea asked with an offended flare of her nostrils. She crossed her arms in annoyance and postured the way she might have if they had still been dating.
“Live art. It’s not really your scene,” Jess intoned, and angled Lena out of Andrea’s immediate radius so she could catch her breath.
Nobody seemed to realize that Eve had wandered over until her voice cut through the atmospheric silence that lingered between them. “Is everything alright?”
Andrea huffed out a breath and grunted, “No–”
“Yes,” Lena pointedly stated with wide eyes that she turned onto Eve. She averted her gaze to her shoes and lifted her coat in case Andrea reached for it first. “We were just leaving. Have a wonderful night, you two. And congratulations again.”
It was the politest way she could disentangle herself from the situation, and she leaned quite literally on Jess as they hurried out of the building and into the cool night air.
“God, I can’t believe I came so close to celebrating that asshole. How pathetic does she think I am? Now I can go home and drink until I forget she exists for a few hours.”
“Or you could spare your liver the abuse and actually join me at my art class,” Jess suggested with raised brows.
“Wait, you were serious? I didn’t know you liked art,” Lena scoffed and faltered mid step as she debated on how she wanted to spend her night.
“You never asked,” Jess fired back and dragged Lena toward a line of cabs before she could back out of the plan. “You’ll love it. It’s not the boring kind where we draw fruit. Tonight, we have a live model.”
“Meaning what?” Lena asked with narrowed eyes and just enough curiosity for Jess to push her into the backseat of a taxi.
“Meaning naked,” Jess divulged with a smirk and slid in beside Lena so she couldn’t escape. “It’s just what you need to take your mind off of Andrea.”
Lena wasn’t aware of it at the time, but Jess was completely correct.
They exited their cab and mixed into the crowd of serious artists that gathered at the Modern gallery for the sketching class. Jess picked their first row seats in front of large canvases. It confused Lena to see such a large turn-out for a Thursday night. Coupled with a strange potpourri of excited pheromones in the room, it was an odd glimpse into her friend’s life outside of work.
“Why do all of the omegas smell like they’re in heat?” Lena whispered as she helped herself to one of Jess’ pointiest brushes to get a feel for it.
She clutched it the same way she did chopsticks and eyed-up her friend’s palette and choice of paints. Some might see beauty in the corporeal colors, the rich tones of the human form. Lena just saw shades of beige and she started to sulk as Jess prevented her from dipping her brush in it.
Jess supplied a simple explanation for the buzzing energy around them: “Kara
Danvers. She’s been our live model before, and let’s just say she’s back by enthusiastic demand.”
“What makes her so special? Does she have muscles for days, or some other extraordinary and weird attribute?” Lena smirked at her own questions and fluttered her eyelashes coolly.
She should have known that the universe would immediately smite her and that Kara Danvers would arrive at the right moment to hear her.
Lena lifted her chin and glanced around just to make eye contact with the sexiest person alive.
Even in a long silk robe, Kara’s physique was incredible and rock hard — like a stone cliff behind a waterfall. Looking at her was like looking at a magnificent spectacle of nature, touchable only by wind and rain and fire. In her eyes resided a mischievous joy that also played over her bright lips.
Kara broke into a big smile and had no hesitations about talking to Lena. “Hey, are you a new artist? I didn’t see you here the last time.”
“Oh—uh—no, I’m a lawyer. A pretty bad one, actually. I’m told I feel too much.” And speak too much, Lena mentally reprimanded herself.
She couldn’t fathom why she had been that open with a complete stranger, especially one with such an impressive body. Lena imagined licking Kara’s abs like one of those cartoonish dogs lapping at a treat. Her face became rosy from embarrassment, and then she did the unthinkable. She handed her card to the nude model, and then shrank in her seat as Kara pocketed it in confusion.
Rhea Matthews, the owner of the gallery and organizer of the event, motioned for Kara to begin the session. It spared Lena a swift and natural death from humiliation.
Kara proceeded to the center of the room and slipped her robe right off. Lena couldn’t move for several seconds after that. She thought she understood human perfection beforewitnessing Kara in the buff. The truth was she hadn’t.
Kara’s nakedness arrested Lena’s breathing and turned her more shades of red and pink than a store’s seasonal aisle during Valentine’s day. As soon as Lena remembered to inhale, she began panting and realized that a lot of other omegas around her were similarly afflicted. She was mesmerized to the point that she lifted Jess’ palette and used it to fan herself. Splotches of color ended up all over her favorite coat and the sexy asymmetrical top that she wore underneath it.
She shoved the palette back in her secretary’s general direction and attempted to act normal. That proved difficult because Kara turned and sat on a stool, and Lena finally clocked the obscenely large subject between her legs. All around her, artists began to work on their paintings, and Lena wondered if it would be healthy or justifiable to buy the entire collection.
Lena almost forgot about Andrea until she received a text and frowned at the cute GIF that danced across her phone screen. She still loved Andrea and wanted her back, but Kara made an excellentdistraction.
“No photography,” someone behind her hissed, and Lena damn near dropped her phone in mortification. She stuffed the device into her bag, along with the brush she had borrowed from Jess, which ruined the lining with a streak of crimson she was sure matched her complexion.
“It was a work call,” Lena bitterly justified and lost some of her gall when as caught Kara watching her with the practised stoicism of a model.
The beginnings of a smile lifted the corners of Kara’s very kissable lips, and Lena hid behind her canvas with the irrational fear that she would get herself kicked out.
She peeked at the massive and semi-hard cock between Kara’s thighs, and then stole another brush from Jess to dab into the pale pink she had already mixed on her pallete. Swirling the bristles through it in long strokes with the knowledge she would never be able to transition the art before her eyes onto the canvas.
“It’s not meant to be hard, you know,” Jess confided under her breath and interrupted Lena’s focus.
“Is it the pheromones?” Lena uttered in alarm and wondered if her own scent was becoming a problem.
She didn’t want to be rude and ask if Kara was meant to be standing at half mast, though from the simpering whines at the back of the class, she imagined it was a regular occurrence.
“I’m talking about painting, Lena, not her p–”
“Please remember this is a whisper zone, so everyone can concentrate fully on the subject,” Rhea cut in with a warning glare. She went on to offer unsolicited advice to someone quietly at the front.
Lena couldn’t tell if Rhea meant Kara or her cock, because the latter certainly seemed like it wanted to be the star of the show. It lifted incrementally over the next five minutes and Kara sat unashamed and amused while most of the class couldn’t make direct eye contact with her.
The rest were practically salivating, and one omega had the audacity to complain that her canvas wasn’t big enough to accurately capture her muse.
“Just turn it sideways,” Rhea suggested on passing.
Lena painted blindly and badly, since her mind was entirely elsewhere and her body was acting it out.
“Most people don’t go the abstract route with live models, but I kind of dig the energy you’ve got going on,” Jess mentioned with a glance at Lena’s disastrous creation.
Thick streaks of paint in varying shades of mauve swirled with magenta and hints of white that really shouldn’t have been there, but Lena was hardly paying attention to where she dipped her brush. She panted quietly like the air in the room was thicker than the staff Kara wielded.
“I’m not really sure what came over me,” Lena tried to explain, and got no further as Jess laughed and pointed her brush at Kara.
“Well, I know who you would like to do it, and she’s already got your number.”
Lena swatted her friend’s shoulder without arguing the point.
She wouldn’t mind some carefree sex to console her through her nightmare break up, but Kara wasn’t her usual type. Most of the time, she cared more about the intellectual connection she could have with someone - and she couldn’t imagine there would be much substance to Kara beyond her superior and perfect physique.
The laws of the universe seemed to dictate that extremely attractive people couldn’t also have brains or lofty professional ambitions. Lena vainly wanted a partner with Andrea’s credentials and pedigree — someone who she could talk to, someone she could trust.
All of that aside, she was unable to stop herself from lusting after the nude model. Kara sat in a state of immovable beauty, like a Greek wonder in a museum. Lena did more staring than painting, and Rhea must have scoffed at her canvas more than once in passing. Such criticisms would have bothered her if she was capable of paying attention to them. Kara occupied her whole focus, and she had the strange sense that it was mutual.
She took a short restroom break just to slather on make-up, intensify her red lip, and open all of the top buttons on her blouse. It could be perceived as desperation and she threw her pride to the wind.
By the time the session came to an end, she was as wet as her canvas — and not the least bit prepared for Kara to slide her robe back on and wander over.
Lena had to rein in her hormones a lot to avoid going into heat in the gallery. She flung her paintbrushes at Jess and tucked loose wisps of hair behind her ear with the fear that she looked disheveled from her hour-long session of thinking about Kara’s possible abilities in bed.
“Wow, your painting is—not like the rest of them,” Kara chuckled, outright grinning over Lena’s poor excuse for art. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”
“Me neither,” Lena commented, lacking the wherewithal to censor herself and blushing as she glanced down at the thick and barely hidden attribute in Kara’s robe. “I was going for a more unique interpretation, because I could never recreate such perfection on canvas.”
Another omega saw the chance to chat with Kara and took it with both hands. “I think I captured your likeness well. What do you think?”
“Oh! Yeah, I love the colors you used for my eyes,” Kara replied, no longer singularly fixated on Lena’s horrendous portrait.
It bothered Lena to no end that Kara spent the time to compliment each artist. Kara carried on around the room, and Lena assumed she was just another person in the crowd until the other omegas began filing out.
Kara came back to her and squinted at the abstract splashes of paint that looked more like a blur than a human. “It’s like I’m moving at the speed of light.”
“I’m sure Lena wouldn’t mind if you moved fast,” Jess intoned, not missing the chance to wittily toss in some innuendo.
Lena laughed over the comment and ran her fingers down the open buttons of her top.
“Look, she even helped you out by starting to undress,” Jess remarked.
Thankfully her voice was quiet enough that Lena could cover it up. “I have to be honest. Art isn’t my thing.”
“It isn’t mine, either. I just sit here and look pretty,” Kara teased with a full awareness that everyone in the room had been staring at her with impure thoughts. She rolled her shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal to be ogled by omegas competing for her attention and let her eyes drift to the parted fabric of Lena’s top.
It was reflex to stick her tits out, and Lena regretted it two seconds later when Kara leaned closer to inquire, “So do you want my number since I have yours?”
“That’s kind of you to offer, but I don’t have a pen,” Lena blatantly lied and grabbed her bag without daring to search inside it.
“You have a phone, though.” Jess corrected her with a look that said if Lena didn’t grasp this opportunity, then she would.
Lena seethed over that and pulled her phone free just to glimpse a series of texts from Andrea on her screen. The pouty face of a selfie and the repeated question of why she wouldn’t answer sent Lena into a tailspin. She hid her device against her chest and backed off with a soft exhalation. “Sorry, someone’s been trying to reach me. I have to go.”
Jess scoffed at her excuses and turned to Kara. “If she won’t take your digits, there’s plenty of space on my phone for them.”
Kara dipped her head with a soft laugh and tightened the robe around herself as Rhea waved to her from across the room. “I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you.”
Lena expected nothing to come of that evening and hurried out of the gallery to catch a cab home.
She returned to her dark apartment to work through her heartache with Netflix and a sad dinner of kale mixed with cubes of sweet potato and avocado.
Being newly single made her worry that it was her body or some other flaw that caused Andrea to break it off. She tucked herself in on the couch and poked at her leafy salad with a wooden fork.
It would be pathetic to respond to Andrea’s texts, but her fingers still itched to do it after she watched an episode of Warrior Nun.
She typed a bold response to Andrea’s stupid photo:
Do you honestly expect me to act like nothing is wrong? You’re my boss now, and maybe we should discuss boundaries.
Imposing any kind of boundary would be awful, though she knew it was necessary. Andrea failed to reply to her text until two-thirty in the morning, and it was a non-answer at that:
I’m sorry you’re upset about all of this. It will pass. You’re still mi reinita.
The next morning, Lena headed out to a new coffee shop with the stubborn will to overcome her sadness. She would have gone to her favorite spot for a matcha tea and croissant, but Andrea frequented that place.
Two blocks out of her way, Lena came across a small cafe and ducked inside as the weather changed. Rain pattered down and Lena stood in front of the menu for a long time before ordering a large cup of spiced chai tea and a thick oblong pastry. She settled in one of the mismatched seats and sipped her warm drink.
Fatefully, Kara hurried into the shop and lit up upon noticing her. “Lena Luthor, the bad lawyer.”
Lena smirked at the instant rapport between them. “Well, if it isn’t Kara Danvers, the hot model.”
“Actually, I’m a yoga instructor, and I have a following on Instagram and TikTok.” Kara removed a gym bag from her shoulder and glanced at the vacant chair in front of Lena.
“Maybe you could tell me more about that over coffee,” Lena proposed and gestured to the available seat.
Kara immediately accepted the invitation and left her bag with Lena while she bought three different pastries and a large coffee. She returned with her treats and slid into the chair with a wide grin.
“There’s no way you start your day like that unless you spend your life in the gym,” Lena commented with a raised brow of judgment. She peered down her nose at the sticky bun, the pain au chocolat, and the bacon, egg, and cheese stuffed croissant.
“Technically only two of these are mine,” Kara laughed and lifted the croissant to bite into it while she nudged the plate towards Lena. “To be honest, I prefer to spend my days as far away from the gym as possible, but don’t just take my word for it. You should follow my socials to make sure.”
Lena smirked at the smooth way Kara transitioned straight into flirtation. The pull of it drew her into a playful banter almost against her will, and she narrowed her eyes to appear less than impressed. “What gives you the idea I have time to watch TikToks? I’m very busy with work.”
Kara didn’t bat an eye at the rebuff and took a sip of her coffee after she licked the crumbs from her lips. “Oh no doubt, which is exactly why you, more than anyone, should be taking a few minutes every day to get in a good stretch. I promise you’ll feel all of the benefits.”
Lena debated whether she should play into the thick and suggestive humor that Kara adopted. Part of her wanted to engage, and another part wanted to dig her heels in and make it harder on Kara to win her over.
“Look, you might have an easy time seducing omegas with those lines, but yoga is too close to meditation for me. I’m not a tranquil soul. If I have the time for it, I prefer more intense physical activities like boxing or spin classes. That way I can at least blow off some steam after a bad day.”
“You’re exactly the kind of person I like to help,” Kara commented with a modest smile curling at her soft lips. “There’s nothing better than yoga to reduce your stress. Well, almost nothing.”
“God, you’re the worst,” Lena retorted without meaning it and furrowed her brow in fake disapproval. “You’re way too much of a sweet-talker.”
“I’m normally not this good at approaching women,” Kara admitted and leaned into the table to confide more secrets. “Everyone just assumes I can posture and get omegas to fall for me. That’s so far from the truth, but you were more than a little awkward yesterday, too, so I figured we’re on the same wavelength.”
The initial offense of that statement rolled off of Lena as she widened her eyes at Kara and stole the sticky bun out of spite.
“In what world is that a compliment?” Lena demanded and swiped her finger through the cream cheese frosting with a sour expression on her face.
“Probably the same world where you were staring everywhere but my eyes?” Kara countered and lifted the other flaky pastry to dip it in her coffee. “Not that I minded.”
Indignation colored Lena’s cheeks with a guilty red and she dropped the bun to sputter, “It was an art class. I was supposed to look.”
“You were thinking of doing a little more than that, and in all honesty, so was I,” Kara murmured around the rim of her cup. It didn’t hide the grin on her lips, and she looked handsome while divulging the truth.
Lena returned the sticky bun to its plate and pushed it back across the table. She sucked the remaining frosting from her finger and glanced through the nearest window. The rain cleared from the streets and sunshine glinted off the puddles on the pavement.
“You don’t happen to have a college sweetheart hanging around who’s still in love with you, right?” Lena would never take a relationship with Kara seriously, but she didn’t want a third person to spoil a sexual connection between them, either.
“Ah—no, I kind of presented late. At the end of college.” Kara bent her head self-consciously and shook it off with a broad grin. “Do you want to go for a walk?”
Going for a stroll in the park wasn’t on Lena’s agenda, and it didn’t seem like an activity that would lead to foreplay. She hesitated to take Kara’s outstretched hand, and it was the sound of Andrea texting her that made up her mind. Kara’s presence in her life would certainly cause jealousy.
“Sure. I have ten minutes to spare, and I suppose I can spend them with you.” The wry smile on Lena’s lips made Kara laugh.
Lena admired how Kara rolled with it like it was a win.
“Plenty of time to get to know one another better,” Kara insisted and held the door open for Lena to step outside.
For all of the chemistry they shared, Kara kept it respectful and led with her pheromones. They wrapped around Lena, and she inhaled them with every step she took.
Together, they walked three blocks in the direction of Lena’s law firm, and along the way they spoke about themselves. Lena confided in Kara about her recent breakup, but neglected to explain that she worked with her ex.
Kara expressed the dilemma of being on social media to promote herself and the hilarious but inappropriate way omegas and alphas slid into her DMs.
Lena ended up asking for Kara’s socials under the pretense of wanting to see how thirsty people could be online. She figured that even if she didn’t decide to call Kara, she could at least admire her from afar and strike up a little sexting if she was ever in the mood.
“You’re late,” Andrea sighed in lieu of any greeting and glanced at her Rolex to convey her annoyance.
“Not by my watch,” Lena stated coolly and sauntered by Andrea to slip her coat off.
She pretended not to notice how the alpha followed at her heel and shared a look with Jess, who sprang up to save her from the interaction. “I can’t believe you didn’t take her number last night. Tell me she called you this morning?”
“Even better than that, we had breakfast together.” Lena pulled out her phone to flaunt Kara’s social media page under her secretary’s nose.
It also happened to reel in Andrea’s attention, and Lena clicked onto a photo of Kara in tight yoga bottoms that made her thickest asset stand out.
“Who is that?” Andrea asked harshly and snorted at another photo of Kara in a work-out shirt that revealed her back muscles. “Wait, don’t tell me. Is that Super Stud?”
Lena glimpsed the hashtags attached to Kara’s most recent TikTok and snorted at the comments beneath the video.
I’m getting a work out just by watching you work out.
My relationship with my mate isn’t even that serious.
OMG. I am looking respectfully.
“She was the nude model for our art class last night,” Lena reported and skipped through a bunch of clips to objectify Kara and show her off. “It’s all real, in case you’re a follower and wanted to know.”
“I didn’t, and I’m not,” Andrea spat with an uncomfortable grimace at the looped video of Kara wiping off her glistening abs and chugging water.
Lena spied the caption Kara used and inadvertently ogled her package because of it.
#GoHardNotHome played right into the reason a lot of people were tuning in to watch her clips, and Lena had to hand it to her because it worked.
She scrolled through hundreds of messages from thirsty omegas, betas and alphas all clamoring over each other to beg for a spot in her class. A few even tried to proposition Kara for at-home sessions, and a couple stitched their reactions to the video.
“I could use that woman’s ice bucket right now,” Jess sighed, and fanned herself dramatically with a stack of documents.
Andrea tried to appear like she wasn’t ticked off, though her comments gave her away. “Objectify her on your own time. We have work to do.”
The bitterness brought a smile to Lena’s face, and she dropped her phone onto her desk to stare at her ex pointedly.
“Isn’t your desk over there?” Lena uttered with a flick of her lashes in the direction of Andrea’s new office.
“I just came over here to get the McLauglin files.” Andrea plucked them from the neat pile near Lena’s laptop and then left with a final scathing glance at Lena’s phone.
If she wanted to make her ex jealous, Lena sensed she would have to do more than rub Kara’s pictures in Andrea’s face. It helped that Jess and a lot of the other omegas in the office were obsessed with Kara. They pulled together a group of associates, assistants, and paralegals, and the topic of conversation was Kara’s package for the rest of the morning.
Lena responded to a few emails, worked on several documents, and took frequent breaks to text Kara and participate in the fun.
Andrea stopped by Lena’s desk repeatedly for unnecessary reasons. By the fourth time, it became obvious she was eavesdropping on the office talk about Kara’s live modeling and the size of her cock.
“Lena, how about we grab lunch together today?” Andrea asked in the same casual way she would invite Lena out prior to the break-up. “I made a reservation for four. Does Jess want to join us?”
Lena disliked the idea of kowtowing to Andrea’s first show of jealousy. On top of that, Kara had mentioned lunch in her most recent text. She had realized that going out with Kara would be more advantageous than dismissing her and sent back an enthusiastic “Yes!” with two heart emojis.
“I already have plans.” Lena parted her lips and let that sink in for Andrea before hitting her with the clincher: “With Kara.”
“Aren’t you moving a little fast?” Andrea scoffed with far too much emotion to play it off as cool. She registered her mistake and tried to backtrack by crossing her arms and posturing to seem confident and in control. “I mean, what do you really know about this alpha?”
Jess snickered at Andrea’s flustered complexion and leaned across the desk. “You mean beyond the size of her co–”
“—Call me cynical, but you met her less than 24 hours ago.” Andrea rushed to cut Jess off with a wide-eyed glare to shut her up. She looked harassed by the fact that Lena wasn’t prepared to jump the moment she asked, and then tried to throw her weight around to compensate for it. “We should run a background check on her just to make sure you’re safe. What’s her name and number?”
The sly way of trying to get all of Kara’s information would have worked if Lena wasn’t intimately aware of why Andrea was requesting it. Her safety wasn’t what Andrea was worried about, and it showed in the frustrated clench of her jaw as Lena stood up and grabbed her coat.
“Relax, Andrea, it’s only a lunch date,” Lena informed her and shared a glance with Jess as she targeted Andrea’s ego. “The only safety I should be concerned about is the kind that might not fit something so huge.”
She headed to the elevator with a confident stride and hit the button to descend. At any point, Andrea could have come after her, and Lena lost some of her bravado because that didn’t happen. She thought she would be miserable throughout lunch as a result. Her mood dipped until she saw Kara waiting with an umbrella in hand to escort her through the rainy street outside.
“I thought we could head over to the Juice Factory for smoothies and poke bowls.” Kara’s height made it easier for her to hold the umbrella up and shield Lena from the raindrops.
They walked the five blocks to the restaurant, and Lena appreciated the chivalry that kept her warm and dry in the terrible weather.
“So, did you have a productive morning?” Lena inquired and pulled the scarf from her neck as she narrowed her eyes at Kara.
“Sure did! I had a big turn out for my morning class. I helped a lot of people get their post break-up revenge bodies this morning.” Kara jabbed her fork into the vegetables in her poke bowl.
Lena opted to take a much different approach than she had earlier, one that changed the tone of the conversation entirely. “I was thinking maybe you could give me a private lesson later tonight.”
“Why the sudden change of heart?” Kara slurped at her smoothie way too fast not to develop brain freeze.
Lena smiled as the cutest cringe formed on Kara’s lips and she pushed over the cup of tea she ordered to fix the problem. “This is our second date today, why not go for a third?”
“Third dates do tend to be pretty great,” Kara considered and propped her hand onto her chin with a grin. She tasted the infused tea in front of her and sputtered from the strong herbal mix. “Yikes, how do you drink this?”
“Did you just say yikes?” Lena pulled her tea back to her and wondered how anyone could be so sweet, sexy and endearing at the same time.
“Maybe,” Kara conceded and leaned back to roll out her shoulders. “So, about this date. Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” Lena replied decisively.
“But I have all of my mats and equipment at my place,” Kara argued like she really believed they would spend the night doing yoga.
“Well, all of my sex toys are at mine.” Lena hoped that would clear it up for Kara and settle the matter.
Foreplay seemed to be on the menu for lunch, given the intrigue on Kara’s face. They both flooded their space with pheromones and Lena nibbled her lip in anticipation of discussing sex.
“Then it looks like I’ll just have to bring a mat with me,” Kara stated with a slow smile that brightened her cheeks. Her eyes fell to Lena’s lips, and she inched her chair closer to the table. “How good are you with resistance training?”
“Oh, I don’t plan to resist anything tonight,” Lena supplied and casually pulled her shoulders back to push her tits out.
It was a basic move that never failed to get the attention she wanted, and Kara wasn’t immune to the seduction.
Kara’s eyes widened and she blindly scooped up a glob of wasabi instead of the fresh salmon in her bowl. She swallowed it down with a bit of a choked wheeze, and Lena couldn’t tell if it was because of the heat or the overt sexual tone she used.
“Well, we should probably start slow. I don’t want to give you more than you can handle.” Kara gulped at her smoothie as she noticed the stiffened peaks of Lena’s nipples poking against her shirt.
“No, I’d much rather you pushed me to my limits,” Lena intoned. “Don’t you want to see how flexible I am?”
The way Kara shifted in her seat confirmed her interest, though she was careful with her words as she exuded a sexual musk. “I can’t wait to find out, but that kind of deep conditioning isn’t easy to achieve. Don’t be surprised if it has to be gradual.”
“If it’s worth the extra effort, count me in,” Lena sassed with heavy lashes.
All of their innuendos would have sounded mundane to anyone eavesdropping, and it surprised her to discover she was aroused.
Kara’s grin flaunted her dimples, and she flexed where she sat to posture somewhat humbly, “Oh, trust me, you’ll still feel it tomorrow.”
They continued to chat about sex throughout lunch, and Lena returned to the office in a hot-and-bothered state.
Jess wanted to know all about Kara, and Lena graphically described their plans for that night. She knew every omega in her office was living vicariously through her – and that word would get back to Andrea.
The afternoon dragged on, and Lena never felt more at peace than at six o’clock when she walked through the door of her apartment. She tossed her keys down and turned on some music. Kara would arrive at seven, and she headed into the shower to lather up. Her scented body wash filled the bathroom with plumes of peony-scented steam.
Lena spent the most time in front of her dresser picking out lingerie. Before the break-up, she purchased a couture little body suit – high-cut on both sides with nothing but a black floral embroidery over the breasts. Her cunt could be seen through the sheer material, and she slipped on a small pair of shorts to make it look more like a yoga ensemble.
She wondered what kinds of positions Kara would get her into that night. On the pretense of starting their date off with exercise, she tugged out an old mat. The spot in front of the wide, long mirror in her living room was a good location to stretch. Lena finished her set up five minutes before Kara buzzed to enter the building.
“You’re punctual and you’re dressed in pants for some reason.” Lena glanced at the stiff trousers that would make it more difficult for Kara to bend.
The outfit was cozy-casual with a deep marine-colored shirt, and she was too distracted to realize Kara’s jaw dropped at the sight of her.
“There’s a change of clothes in my bag.” Kara motioned and pulled out a lightweight and breathable pair of shorts that would in no way conceal her girth. “It was cold out. I’ll just get ready and then I can show you some moves.”
It might not have been deliberate, but Kara left her bag blatantly open – and inside was a stash of condoms, a large bottle of lubricant, and several items that clearly had nothing to do with yoga.
Lena did her best not to snoop, though she found herself mindlessly taking note of the brand of condoms since she had never seen them in any store before. A quick search on her phone brought up a site that custom made condoms to fit alphas that were far larger than average, and Lena exhaled an anxious breath.
“So, are you ready to work up a sweat with me?” Kara asked once she returned in a sports bra and the tightest shorts Lena ever laid her eyes on. The cut of her abs was just as mesmerizing as the night before, and Lena itched to run her fingers over them.
“I see you’ve prepared,” Kara glanced to the mat Lena laid out, and unrolled her own right next to it as she gawked at Lena’s figure. Her eyes remained on Lena’s partially hidden breasts, and it took Lena clearing her throat for Kara to finally blink up at her face.
“I was just admiring your uh—well—you know, everything.” Kara positioned Lena in front of her so they were both facing the mirror. She ghosted her warm palms along Lena’s sides to raise her arms up. “I find it best to start off gentle and feel the pull of your muscles.”
Lena was feeling something all right, and it didn’t belong near her ass. The soft girth of Kara’s cock pressed into her, and she angled her hips to put more weight against it. “How am I doing so far? Is this good?”
“Try breathing in now, and exhale when you’re in position,” Kara instructed and placed a hand on Lena’s lower back to guide her over in a bend at the waist.
The massive bulge in Kara’s shorts was pressing into her pussy, and she moaned instead of exhaling.
“Good, Lena,” Kara husked and slipped a hand down onto Lena’s ass to continue their lesson. “Do you want to take these shorts off for me?”
“Yes,” Lena breathed and released the air from her chest as Kara helped her remove to her bottoms in front of the mirror.
Her cunt could be glimpsed through the sheer body suit, and it was all covered in her slippery dew. Even the sparse little spot with hair was soaked from her movements, and Kara re-positioned her hand onto Lena’s lower belly.
“This time I want to feel you inhale and let it out slowly.” Kara pushed her hand down, and rested it over Lena’s womb while she tried to breathe.
It came too short, and Lena gasped again as Kara’s fingers traced over the little pale line of her pussy lips.
Kara commended her on every deeper exhale that let her cunt make more direct contact with those fingertips. “Good girl, Lena, you’re doing it right.”
“When you’re ready, lean all the way over and place your palms on the floor,” Kara instructed, shifting Lena into a steeper bend so she could better cup her pussy under the guise of keeping her upright.
The intimacy of feeling Kara’s cock hardening against her brought a burning heat to Lena’s face. She swayed under the influence of it while Kara stroked across the soaked fabric.
“You take directions very well, Lena. Can you tuck your pelvis inward for me? Do you feel the difference?” Kara asked, low and sultry as she maneuvered Lena’s hips to help her grind against the heel of her hand.
“It’s so much better like this, Kara,” Lena whispered through parted lips that hung open in a moan. She rocked and used every deep inhalation as an excuse to push her cunt into Kara’s hand and her cock simultaneously.
“Open your stance up a little bit and drop onto your knees. Should we focus on your core now?” The question was as poised as Kara’s fingertip, and once she followed Lena smoothly onto the mat, she pressed into the silken partition of Lena’s pussy lips to touch her clit.
The massage tightened Lena’s core muscles and she gasped at the friction. Kara used two fingers to manipulate her clitoris, and Lena’s hips rolled of their own volition to nestle them between her labia.
Little sparks of pleasure went through her and Kara followed the cues of Lena’s body while handling her cunt.
“You’re very tight, Lena, the tightest I’ve ever felt. We’re going to keep going, and with a little work, we should be able to get these legs open nice and wide.” Kara caressed her in a breathtaking pattern of whorls and worked her up with dirty talk
Lena followed every prompt and moaned from the exquisite glide of Kara’s fingers learning the small cleft between her private lips.
“It might be easier for me to do that if I just slip this off.” Lena separated from her skillful instructor’s hand and removed the body suit.
“I like how you’re taking initiative,” Kara groaned and patted the mat as she looked at Lena’s soft pale tits and slick coated pussy. “Lie on your back this time. We’re going to try a different pose with your knees drawn up to your chest.”
Lena fell into the prone position and knew instinctively that Kara wanted her like that for a reason. Her wet opening was more exposed, and Kara’s eyes were watching it in the length of the mirror.
The steel in Kara’s shorts proved that she was turned on by Lena’s total nudity, and she made no excuse for reaching down to play with her tits. Kara tweaked both of nipples and grabbed them with one large hand.
The dusky pink of the stiffened buds became a darker hue in Kara’s grip. Lena writhed with ideas of Kara sucking on them to soothe the pleasant ache she caused.
“You’re warming up nicely,” Kara observed, content to palm the pert swell of Lena’s tits with her full hand. She massaged each of them until white imprints of her fingertips remained and tugged at Lena’s nipples to keep them responsive and sensitive.
“I think it’s time you did some pelvic tilts, don’t you?” Kara suggested and blatantly stared at the mirror in expectation. She was transfixed on the glistening rivulet of arousal that trickled from Lena’s entrance and brought her hand to the front of her shorts to free her cock. “Show me how well those hips move.”
It usually took Lena months to give over control of her body, but she trusted Kara to handle her exactly as she needed. She hooked her hands beneath her knees and pumped her hips up in obedience. They were simulating the motions of sex, and Lena stopped staring at her reflection to stare up at the vision of Kara’s hand stroking her cock inches away from her face.
The intimidating girth was too big for Kara’s hand to fully close around, and Lena embarrassed herself with a pathetic sound. She licked her lips and raised her ass quicker in excitement.
“Are you satisfied with my progress, Kara? Or is there more I can do for you?” Lena asked with a flirtatious softness and opened her mouth in clear invitation for Kara to fill it. She didn’t have to wait long, because Kara guided the enormous tip to her lips and Lena pressed kisses all over it before attempting to suck on it.
She flicked her tongue over the sheen of arousal that covered the glans. The flavor of it settled against her tastebuds, and she leaned up to fit more of Kara’s cock into her mouth. Her lips couldn’t encircle it at first. The soft pop of them releasing Kara’s bulge was like admission of defeat, and she moved in and pulled the shaft closer to her chin.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before, let alone had it inside of me.” Lena stared up at its impressive height from below and licked up it in a long stripe.
Kara’s cock strained high in erection, and Lena wouldn’t have reached it without help. She liked the feeling of Kara’s hand on the back of neck, aiding her and holding on.
“Stretch your lips a little more, and you might be able to take it in your mouth.” Kara threaded her fingers into Lena’s soft and draping hair.
Another person might have applied pressure, but Kara was looking down at her with gentleness and appreciation in her eyes. Lena also glimpsed fire and sensuality, and she slurped harder because of it. Her tongue slid down over the brim of Kara’s cock, and her lips followed over the rounded contour.
“Teach me how to deepthroat your thick cock,” Lena breathed and practiced pushing it into her mouth.
She didn’t have much experience with dirty talk beyond what she picked up from sleeping with Andrea – but Lena wasn’t naïve, either, and she was becoming more comfortable with being vocal.
Kara shifted on her knees above her to cup at her cunt and dipped two fingers into the pool of slick that gathered at the crest of Lena’s entrance. She groaned at the warmth that coated her and pushed into the tight cavern that spasmed reflexively.
They locked eyes as Kara began to thrust two knuckles deep, and Lena moaned as she puckered her lips. She could feel the come-hither motion Kara was using, and rocked into it with unabashed greed as Kara spread out her fingers. It was hot that she needed to be prepared to take Kara’s girth, and the more she considered what an impossible fit it would be, the harder she started to suck.
“Relax your jaw and keep your lips loose,” Kara grunted, her eyes glassy and breaths heavy from Lena’s slurps. She pumped her fingers with increased force to grind the heel of her hand into Lena’s clit, and curled her tips to rub into the g-spot. “It doesn’t matter if I’m in your throat as long as you use your tongue while you suck.”
Lena took that advice to heart and abandoned the idea of getting Kara beyond her tonsils. She swirled her tongue around the wide glans and licked below the rim. It was only a matter of time before Kara made her as messy as she was making herself, and she doled out kisses to the vivid and thick veins that throbbed along Kara’s shaft.
“Yeah, just like that—gosh, that’s so good Lena, you’re doing so good,” Kara praised almost in awe, and matched Lena’s momentum as she bobbed her head.
They synced up, both giving and receiving with equal intensity. Lena wasn’t sure which of them would come first, but she was hoping it would be Kara, and her pheromones announced that with a mild scent.
Lena increased her chances by sliding her hand down Kara’s stiff pole and tightening her lips around the tip. Her dedication paid off as globs of warm seed jolted up Kara’s shaft and over Lena’s lips and chin. Kara returned the favor instantaneously, and Lena squirmed from the climax that reminded her of all the dormant muscles in her core. She clenched long and hard and rode Kara’s hand to the utmost end of her pleasure.
“Should we go into the bedroom now, or do you want to take me right here on the floor in front of the mirror?” Lena received her answer in the form of Kara standing over her and rearranging her on the mat.
“Here first,” Kara decided and fetched one of the oversized condoms to slide into place on her cock. She poured lubricant into her palm and smoothed it over the latex with a few good strokes.
“How many omegas have you pounded on top of a yoga mat recently?” Lena pouted at the idea of being just another conquest.
She didn’t want more than casual sex, but Kara was way too practiced not to have done this a couple of times.
“I’m about to hit a total count of sixty-three.” Kara pulled her closer by the thighs and raised her legs up with a chuckle. “I’m kidding. I don’t hook up with everyone I meet. Attraction is more than skin deep for me. I have to connect for the sex to feel good.”
Lena realized too late just how much they were connecting—and they both made satisfied noises as Kara’s cock slid up and down her orgasmically wet pussy.
The slight discomfort and pressure were worth it when Kara’s enormous glans sank through her opening.
She arched dramatically with Kara’s first thrust and whimpered at the internal resistance of her rippled walls clamping to stop the girthy intrusion.
“Fuck,” Lena hissed under her breath and slapped a hand to Kara’s thigh to prevent her from moving. She tried to acclimate herself with slow undulations and trembled as Kara thumbed at her clit. “You’re way bigger than the last knot I took.”
Kara’s size rivaled every alpha’s fantasy of what they believed hung between their legs. It wasn’t just the thickness of her shaft, it was the unyielding length, too, and Lena gaped at the monstrous sight of it trying to squeeze into her hot little center.
Lena’s labia were forced aside, and Kara had the perfect view for discovering how tight she was inside. The blush of her cunt traveled all the way to Lena’s face, and she let out a panicked whine when she thought Kara was going to pull out.
“No, wait, I can take it–”
“No, you can’t, but we have all night to try,” Kara laughed, the sound rich and sultry and somewhat like a growl as she leaned down for a kiss. She held herself up by the elbows and rolled her hips to plunge into Lena a couple inches at a time. The head of her cock parted Lena’s walls, and after a few torturously slow minutes, her cunt finally began to relax.
Her spasmodic inner resistance gave way with Kara’s thrusts, and soon her internal clenching was pleasurable. Each long stroke was smoother than the last, and Lena whimpered as Kara rutted her on the mat. The sharp divide between her pussy lips was a sensation unlike others, but Lena wanted it, moaned for it, and opened her thighs for it.
“Do you like how tight my pussy is, Kara? Are you going to last?” One benefit to staying in the living room was that they could watch themselves undulate, and Lena gained added insight to Kara’s groans.
Her cunt wouldn’t relinquish Kara’s plump tip, and she wondered if the clinging heat would be too much to resist.
“I’m sure my pussy would already be full of your seed if you weren’t wearing protection,” Lena reflected and massaged Kara’s shaft with the involuntary squeeze of her pelvic walls.
“It would be,” Kara agreed with a stroke of restraint. “You would have so much inside you.”
If they ever hooked up again, Lena considered letting Kara take the condom off — but even with latex between them, she was overwhelmed by the lip-biting sensation of Kara’s thrusts. Her entrance clamped around the midpoint of Kara’s shaft, and it shocked her to feel the large head at her cervix. She was fuller than she had ever been, sexually complete but not satisfied.
“You’re only halfway in,” Lena gasped and attempted to pull Kara’s hips closer.
“I’m going to make you come, Lena, and then we’ll see where we’re at.” Kara nuzzled into the side of her face and the craning slope of her neck. “You’re taking more than I thought you could.”
The controlled thrusts still split her inner lips drastically wide, and Lena lusted after more. She whimpered from the hot strain of her muscles, and stared down at her belly where Kara’s bulge prodded her.
“Do you like it when I play with your clit?” Kara brushed her fingers over Lena’s stretched-out lips and firmly massaged the swollen bead.
“Yes, fuck, just like that,” Lena rasped and raised her hips from the mat to slide Kara’s shaft deeper.
That was what they both needed, and Kara moved with more determination to bring her to orgasm. The first tingle of satisfaction originated from her clit, and Kara’s thrusts magnified it tenfold. The light above her dulled, her pulse hammered, and she convulsed from the achievement of pleasure.
“Mmm, good girl, it feels good to be so full, doesn’t it?” Kara maintained her thrusts and a lot more of Lena’s slick lubricated her cock. “You’re still very tight around me.”
“The truth is I don’t have a lot of experience, but I can make up for that with enthusiasm. When you saw me last night, did think you would be inside of my pussy this soon?” Lena rubbed at her nipples while her inner quivers tapered to a more infrequent fluctuation.
“Something told me there was a chance.” Kara slipped a hand under her back and lifted her from the mat to carry her into the bedroom.
Lena couldn’t believe the upper body strength, or the bliss of being in Kara’s arms and poised on her cock.
“Everyone was staring at you, so it couldn’t have been the fact that I seemed interested.” Lena jutted her chin as she caught a side-view of Kara’s cock just part way enveloped in her warmth.
“I don’t know what it was that set you apart, but maybe the look in your eyes—like you needed an alpha.” Kara didn’t have to slip out to place her on the end of the bed. She receded once and pushed a little deeper against Lena’s cervix.
“I do need an alpha,” Lena admitted, although she worried she had implied too much as Kara propped a few pillows under her to absorb the brunt force of real thrusts. “I need sex.”
“I can give you that,” Kara assured her and pushed Lena’s thighs apart, so her knees were practically on the bed.
The spread opened her cunt a little more, and Kara’s fingers bit into her as she tightened her grip in excitement. She lunged to bury more of her cock inside of Lena’s intimate heat. The wide glans struck at the hidden resistance, and she pulled back to do it again with controlled force.
The faster pace stilled Lena’s breath, and she fisted the sheets as Kara found a rhythm that benefitted them both.
She knew Kara was holding back with her and saw it in the steely cut of her jaw as she reined in her alpha. All that power rippled right beneath the surface, and Lena wanted to unleash it.
“Then do it, Kara,” Lena demanded and caught Kara’s wrist to tug her closer.
The trouble was that Lena was too weak to make Kara budge, and all she achieved was the sudden realization of what she wanted. To be truly dominated by someone much stronger, someone who would push her to her limits without overstepping them.
“Fuck me the way you wish you could.”
It made Lena wetter to see the lust cloud Kara’s eyes as she pulled out to flip her onto her knees. She encouraged Lena to lower her shoulders onto the bed.
Kara soothed the ache of her empty cunt by rubbing into her sex swollen lips, then shocked her by lightly smacking her pussy a few times. Lena wondered if she was being reprimanded and moaned as Kara pushed three fingers into her sensitive channel.
“Like this, Lena?” Kara teased and crooked her fingers to rub into the secret place that brought Lena’s knees together. She used the pad of her thumb to flick across Lena’s clit and pumped into her clasping heat to get her off shamefully fast.
Lena’s cunt contracted and her jaw went slack from the climax. She shook against the bed, her cries muffled and thighs shaking. She barely registered when Kara pulled out, and whined at the sudden blunt intrusion of her cock.
“No, you want the satisfaction of submitting to my cock, don’t you? You need to know what that feels like.”
Lena would have confirmed it if she was capable of speech, but fortunately her pheromones were enough to consent to the pounding she was about to receive.
The sounds she made were sharp and keening, and she dug her nails into a pillow as Kara slammed into her from behind. The angle let Kara penetrate her deeper, and she rocked back to accept as much as she physically could without ruining herself completely.
Lena swung her hair back out of her eyes and glanced between her legs at the gap between their bodies. She didn't think as she reached between her thighs to jerk the length of Kara's cock that remained unsheathed in her slippery heat.
Kara pushed her red-tinged tip into Lena’s silkiness and rutted into her deeper than before. They both strained in their positions, finding the right movements for their urges.
“Bend a little lower. Good girl. Don’t overthink it, Lena, just follow your instincts.” Kara grunted form their blissful progress and submerged in Lena’s pussy.
“I’m so aroused.” Lena listened to the consistent slap-slap-slap of Kara’s wet thighs striking against her ass and blushed. “That’s what you wanted, right? So you could really fuck me?”
Kara gripped tighter at the curve of her hip in answer and leaned in to provocatively slam harder into Lena’s entrance. “That’s right. I want you nice and wet, and eager to come.”
“Hold me down and don’t stop thrusting until I beg you for release.” Lena moved face-downward on the mattress and endured the plunge of Kara’s girthy cock for as long as she could.
She sheathed around Kara with soft spasms of delight, her peripheral vision narrowing to a sliver. The beautiful tension inside of her was going to reach a breaking point. Kara pumped into her and pinned her at the shoulder, then grasped her by the chin and neck to hold her close.
“Please make me come, I’ll be so good for you.” Lena clenched to prove her point and flexed her back as Kara’s thrusts hit a much faster speed.
Kara’s cock rammed into her cervix, and Lena’s pussy restricted fiercely around the shaft. They swayed together and moaned through the mutual pulsations of their bodies. The finale was sensual and tipped Lena into a new state of being. Her arms and legs went limp as her cunt clamped tighter around Kara’s girth.
They were stuck together for ten full minutes afterwards, and it wasn’t due to Kara’s knot, which was nowhere near Lena’s constricting cunt. Lena couldn’t have released Kara even if she had wanted to after an orgasm so strong. She continued to spasm around Kara’s enormous tip and whined whenever the alpha tried to pull out.
It took Kara petting at her labia and caressing her clit to finally ease their separation, and Lena still wasn’t back to herself yet. The bliss that coursed through her rendered her useless and pliant, and all she managed was a few whimpered moans as Kara stroked over her shoulders and tucked her under the covers.
“I really enjoyed our trio of dates,” Kara murmured and nuzzled into Lena’s neck to kiss just below her jawline. “When can I see you again? I’m free on Friday if you want to grab dinner and maybe hit up a museum or something afterwards.”
“God, yes.” Lena slurred into the sheets, without any comprehension of what she just agreed to do or how busy she would be by the end of the week