Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 54: Missed 2 [M]

Chapter 54: Missed 2 [M]

Noelle’s legs tremble as I lift them up, his eyes pleading for more. But I resist the urge to dive in, deciding to take my time, savoring every moment of his anticipation. Because I can. His body belongs to me, and teasing him like this—making him wait, watching him squirm—fills me with a primal satisfaction.

I start by kissing his left ankle, slow and deliberate, then the right, trailing a series of wet, languid kisses up both legs. Each one deliberately slow, each one messy and teasing, drawing out the tension. I feel his muscles tense under my lips as I take my time, my mouth inching closer to where he really wants me.

"Thorne..." Noelle’s voice comes out in a strangled moan, frustration thick in his tone.

I hide my smile, continuing the torment, moving at a pace that must be maddening for him. I let out a low hum, pretending I’m entirely focused on my task. I kiss up to his inner thigh, my lips barely grazing his skin.

"Don’t waste time," he whimpers, desperation lacing his voice, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Do it... please."

His words tug at something deep inside me, and for a split second, I almost give in to his pleas. Almost.

Instead, I lift my gaze to meet his, a slow smirk curling on my lips. "Do what, my star hmm..."

I watch the confusion flash in his eyes before he catches on, his face flushing as he realizes I’m playing dumb. My beloved star, always so eager to tease, can’t handle it when the tables are turned.

I slip a finger inside him, slow, torturous. He moans immediately, his body arching, desperate for more. I move my finger in and out with the same agonizing slowness, dragging this out as long as I can.

"More... please..." he gasps, writhing beneath me, twisting and turning on the sheets, his body a perfect canvas of need.

I add another finger, watching the way his lips part in a soundless moan, the way his body responds to every touch, every movement. He’s perfect. I increase the pace just a little, enough to drive him crazy but not enough to give him what he truly needs.

"Thorne..." His voice is hoarse, almost broken. "More, please... I can’t..."

I slip in the third finger, picking up the rhythm as I press deeper, feeling his body tighten around me. He’s so responsive, so easy to play, his body reacting to my touch like I’m some kind of maestro and he’s my most cherished instrument.

Then I find it—his spot deep inside him—and Noelle shatters. His body tenses, his eyes roll back, and he comes, his release staining the sheets beneath us. His body trembles as he rides out the orgasm, but there’s still hunger in his eyes. He’s still unsatisfied, still needy.

I can feel the precum leaking out of me now, my body thrumming with its own urgent need. But this is about him. And me if I’m being honest.About making him come undone completely.

"I need... something bigger..." Noelle whines, his voice a wrecked whisper as he looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I move into position, pressing myself against him, rubbing against his slick entrance without pushing in. I tease him, keeping myself just at the boundary, only giving him the tip before pulling back, his hole desperately sucking me in before I pull out again.

His frustration reaches a peak as he gasps and whines, his hips moving of their own accord, trying to take me in. It’s so lewd, so erotic, watching him try to chase after me, his body begging for more.

"Thorne... please..." His voice is thick with need. "I’m begging you, put us both out of our misery..."

The sight of him—spread out beneath me, flushed and trembling, his eyes glazed with lust—makes my restraint crumble. I can’t hold back anymore. With one powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside him, all the way to the hilt. His gasp is sharp and loud, and his body shudders beneath me as if in pure gratitude.

I pause for a moment, just to drink in the sight of him, my cock buried deep inside him, his body so perfectly wrapped around me. "Look at that," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. "Look how well you take me."

I thrust hard, driving deeper into him, feeling the tight warmth of his body pulling me in further with each movement. He moans loudly, his body jerking against mine with every thrust. I can feel myself losing control, my need for him overwhelming every rational thought.

I grab his waist, my fingers digging into his skin as I move him, guiding his body to match my rhythm. I’m rough, demanding, my movements sharp and fast. But Noelle takes it, all of it, his head thrown back in ecstasy as his moans fill the room.

I press down on his lower stomach as I thrust harder, feeling myself grow more desperate, more animalistic. My alpha instincts take over, and I can’t stop myself from claiming him over and over. I watch as he squirms beneath me, his body writhing with pleasure, his cries growing louder with each thrust.

His entire body tightens around me, and I feel him pulse as he nears another release. I bury myself even deeper, leaning forward to press a kiss to his damp forehead. "You’re so beautiful like this," I whisper against his skin. His only response is a broken moan, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure.

I thrust again, harder this time, and Noelle’s entire body spasms. He’s close, so close, and so am I.

I can feel the pressure building inside me, the tight coil of desire winding tighter with every thrust. Noelle’s body is hot and slick beneath me, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. His eyes are half-lidded, and his lips, swollen from biting them, part in a moan that makes my blood surge.