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“Look, I know your dating history, and—unfortunately—I know what people think of my mom. Just please, please don’t hit on her.” Isack said, putting on his saddest, most pleading eyes, looking very much like a wet kitten.

They were stood outside of Isack’s house, waiting for his mom to come to the door and let them in, and Seb couldn’t fathom why the idiot waited until then to bring it up. He had known for weeks that Seb was staying with them for winter break, and he chose to drop this on her now? That apparently his mom was Seb’s type?

She just blinked at him in return, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “Alright, freak. I have some self control, you know?”

Isack kept glaring.

And then, the door opened, and Seb’s mind went blank.

The first thing she registered was her scent, it had Seb’s eyes nearly rolling back into her head it was so enticing. Cherries and honey and the smell of late summer, Seb thought she was going to turn into a cartoon and start floating towards the omega like she was a fresh pie on a windowsill.

“Isack, it’s so good to have you home,” the woman Seb assumed was Isack’s mother said, full of affection and happiness. She watched as they hugged, as Isack mumbled a missed you into her shoulder.

“And you must be Seb,” Lewis turned towards her then, and Seb finally got a good look at her.

She was wearing a deep blue, v-neck sweater tucked into high waisted jeans, hair pulled half up, two ringlets of curls set loose to frame her face. She was fucking gorgeous, defined, plump lips, the cutest nose Seb had ever come across, she could practically see her reflection in Lewis’ eyes, big and dark and looking every bit like an angel’s.

There were two piercings on either side of her nose, and what looked like two or three in each of her ears. Seb could see part of a tattoo on the uncovered part of her chest, and when she reached out to shake her hand, she saw more peeking out from under her sleeve. Seb desperately wanted to see how many she had, wanted to map each one out with her t—

Okay.

Seb blinked, and Isack’s elbow in her side made her realize she’d been silent for slightly too long to be comfortable.

“Hello, Ms. Hamilton,” she responded, trying to control her awe as she reached out to complete the handshake, noting the firmness of her hands, vaguely remembering that she worked in fashion design.

She suddenly felt self conscious about her own outfit, thrifted, layered tshirts with cargo shorts, but Lewis didn’t seem like she was judging, so she tried to ignore it.

Lewis just kept smiling at her though, and Seb didn’t even know what her own face was doing, couldn’t conjure up an expression other than wow if she tried. Senses too overwhelmed by all things Lewis. And when Lewis realized Seb wasn’t going to say anything else, she laughed a little, a bright, slightly dorky laugh, and Seb wanted to dissolve into her.

“Come in, come in,” she said, gesturing towards Seb towards her before turning around and walking into what looked to be their living room.

Seb still couldn’t respond, didn’t move to step inside, eyes locked onto Lewis’ retreating figure. And Isack must have gotten tired of her shit, because he stepped on Seb’s foot after too many seconds of her staring.

“Ow,” she muttered, but it got her to start walking.

Isack just grimaced in response. “You’re gross.”

And okay, she was a young, extremely horny alpha for Christ’s sake, and yes, she had a thing for older women, and for omegas, sue her.

And here was her best friend, asking her not to feast on the walking fucking wet dream strutting around the house smelling like the sweetest dessert Seb had ever gotten her hands on.

And Seb would try, she really would. She would try to be civil, to be normal and fine and completely not a drooling mess over Lewis. But she was, first and foremost, a flirt.

They all sat around the living room and talked for a while after they walked inside, Seb’s brain finally beginning to work enough to hold polite conversation, but when she and Isack went to their rooms to unpack she couldn’t remember a damn word that was said, and she felt redder than a tomato.

Lewis probably knew exactly what was happening, could probably smell it on her. God, so could Isack. And the smack on the head she got when they made it down the hallway was enough to prove that theory.

Seb dreamt of Lewis’ lips that night, of the way she spoke, the tone of her voice. Of how they looked in the soft light of the living room, smooth and plump. Of how they’d looked wrapped around Seb’s fingers, around her—

Seb startled awake, the taste of silver on her tongue, breathing hard into the darkness. She checked the clock to see that it was one in the morning before groaning quietly and getting out of the guest bed. Isack’s room was across the hall, so she kept her footsteps light as she walked down the hallway and towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.

When she found herself in the entryway though, she saw that she wasn’t alone. Lewis stood at the island, looking at the label on some bottle, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

She had changed, the sweater and jeans traded for a silk sleep dress, short and elegant and hugging her in all the right places. Her hair was pulled all the way up, away from her neck and out of her face, giving Seb a perfect view of her scent gland.

The dress had spaghetti straps, so Seb finally saw more of her tattoos, too, the sleeve on one arm and a glimpse of a large back piece. Seb gulped. Holy shit, how could someone be this hot?

She was transfixed, watching Lewis move around as she gathered ingredients, for some kind of drink, it looked like. The way her hips moved in that dress, god, Seb was going to go crazy. She needed—

And then she was moving into the kitchen, legs carrying her towards Lewis before her mind could utter a thought. Couldn’t help it, had to get closer, had to be wrapped in her perfect scent, had to have Lewis’ attention on her.

“Seb! Oh, you scared me,” Lewis said with a giggle when she noticed her, a little smile on her face as she play-slapped Seb on the shoulder.

“Sorry, Ms. Hamilton,” Seb replied, a tad breathless, could barely make herself grin back. Lewis smelled so good. This close she could see every detail of her neck, the tattoos, her gland, it just made Seb’s brain go offline even more. She was such a knothead.

“Lewis, please,” the omega started, “Ms. Hamilton makes me feel so—” Lewis waved her hand around, humming as she searched for the right word.

“Serious?” Seb suggested, body unconsciously swaying forward.

Lewis laughed, a short, fluttery thing. “I was going to say old.”

And the words were leaving Seb’s mouth before she could think. “Well, I say there is nothing wrong with a little maturity.”

Lewis hesitated for a second, but just gave her a kind grin in return, like they were sharing a secret, and went back to mixing her drink.

“Do you want one?” She asked, after a beat of silence.

“That would be great. Looks delicious.” Seb wasn’t looking at the drink.

Lewis closed her eyes briefly, groaning a little in pleasure, had Seb’s ears going red. “It’s so good. I don’t really drink alcohol anymore, but you can put the real stuff in it if you want.”

“No, no,” even though she wanted to say yes, for her nerves, “I want whatever you want.”

And Lewis just looked at her, eyes a little wide, mouth open the slightest, like she couldn’t find the right words to say, and Seb didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“So, how do you make it?” Seb asked, desperately trying to get them to move on, needed to turn off her stupid mouth.

After, when the drinks were made, and they stood side by side, Seb watched raptly as Lewis took a sip of her drink, listened to her moan quietly at the taste, eyes on the line of her throat as she swallowed, followed it down to where her tits sat perfect and heavy in the V of her dress. Down, further, to where her stomach poked into the fabric, her strong, smooth legs crossed casually as she leaned against the counter. God, Lewis could probably choke her out with her thighs, Seb wanted her to, really really badly.

She shook her head, blinking back her thoughts, took a gulp of her own drink, and when she swallowed she found Lewis looking her way, a scrutinizing glint in her eye, and Seb realized she had definitely been caught.

A small drop of Lewis’ drink had slipped down onto her chin though, and Seb briefly thought fuck it before reaching up, gently swiping the wet skin with her thumb.

Lewis froze at the contact, briefly, warning in her eyes, a sternness, but also something that Seb thought could be hunger. Wished for it, at least.

“Seb—”

“You smell really good.”

They looked at each other. Lewis’ mouth fell open, then closed, opened again. “You know, you’re not a very well-behaved alpha.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Seb asked, watched as Lewis’ eyes grew into suspicious slits.

“You’re half my age.”

Seb blinked, and their faces were inches apart.

“I’m twenty-two.”

“Close enough.”

Lewis’ moved closer despite her words, and Seb couldn’t help the way her eyes flicked down to her lips. Lewis took the opportunity to wet them, licking her top lip then biting the bottom. Seb’s pretty sure her eyes went crossed.

“We really shouldn’t.” Lewis whispered.

Centimeters now.

And then Seb’s lips were on hers, and her mouth was warm against her own, wet and silky, had Seb moaning into her from the first taste.

She was so sweet, everywhere, inside and out, her mouth felt like sugar on Seb’s, addicting. Seb circled her arms around Lewis’ back, dragging their bodies together as Lewis wrapped her own arms around the back of Seb’s neck. The omega made a small sound into her mouth, shoved even harder against her, offering herself, and by God, Seb was going to take.

She broke the kiss, gently moved Lewis until her back was against the island, and dropped to her knees.

She heard Lewis gasp above her, hands grabbing at the edge of the counter in anticipation, grounding. She looked up, eyes on Lewis, waiting silently for permission. And Lewis looked back at her, chest already heaving, and whispered yes.

So Seb stuck her face into Lewis’ still-clothed cunt, inhaling the scent, pressing her nose against her clit through the layers of fabric, making Lewis twitch against her.

Seb brought one hand up, laid it on the inside of Lewis’ thigh, slowly crawled her way up to the lips of her pussy, pressing her fingers against her underwear. And fuck, she was absolutely soaked already, wetness nearly dripping through the fabric and onto her hand. She could smell it, like sweet nectar, needed to get her mouth on it, couldn’t wait any longer.

She lifted Lewis’ dress up, ripped her panties down, and fucking buried herself in Lewis’ pussy, licked into her, tasted what she’d been dying for with all the eagerness of an overexcited puppy. Lewis’ slick was just so sweet, cherry pastries with the smallest edge of spice.

Lewis jerked underneath her at the contact, mewling, hand reaching down to grab at Seb’s messy hair.

Seb moaned into her, voice muffled by Lewis’ perfect cunt, soaked with slick, dripping into her mouth. She thrust her tongue into her again, curled it in a way that had Lewis’ hips stuttering, sucking up as much slick as she could. Wanted to live off of it, drown in it.

Pulled her tongue out, flattened it against her hole and licked up to her clit, lips circling around it before sucking, not too hard, but enough that Seb could hear Lewis slap a hand to her mouth to stifle the moan it tore out of her. Seb wished they were somewhere where she could hear all of Lewis’ noises, where she could make her scream, but she would live with the muffled moans and cut off gasps.

She continued sucking on Lewis’ clit, glided her hand from Lewis’ thigh towards her soaked hole, the other sneaking up to cup one of Lewis’ tits.

She pushed one finger in, making the omega breathe in harshly through her nose, thrust it in and out easily with the amount of slick pouring out of her, and Seb added a second finger soon after.

Lewis was so wet, the taste was fucking overwhelming. All of Lewis was overwhelming. The feel of her pussy against Seb’s lips, her warm hole accepting Seb’s fingers so readily, the weight of her tits in Seb’s free hand.

Seb couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but touch and taste and take. Her mouth attached to Lewis’ clit as she scissored her fingers, all kinds of noises muffled by Lewis’ hand, but Seb could still hear the neediness, the way she was getting closer and closer. Seb wanted to hear nothing but those noises for the rest of her life, wanted to keep Lewis here on the edge of too much forever.

She kept going, kept her hands moving, her tongue swirling around her clit before sucking again. She could feel Lewis’ breathing pick up, and it was when she pressed a third finger against her hole, that Lewis went still, for just a second, and then her cunt was fluttering wildly, clenching around Seb’s fingers, slick gushing out of her as she clutched at Seb’s hair like a lifeline.

Seb swallowed it greedily, pulling her fingers out and attaching her mouth to Lewis’ hole, letting her slick spill into her mouth, over her chin. Holy shit, she was coming so much, Seb nearly choked trying to catch it all.

And then—

“Mom?”

Seb immediately pushed off of her and up onto her feet, turning on the sink, splashing some water in her face to get rid of the slick and to turn her brain back on. She could hear Lewis breathing hard beside her, heard the rustle of fabric, heard her clear her throat before responding, raspy, barely hiding how wrecked she was.

“In the kitchen, honey.”

And then Isack was standing at the end of the hallway, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he looked at them.

Seb tried her best to appear nonchalant, controlling her breathing, stuck her tongue out at him like she normally would. Isack did it back, so Seb assumed he didn’t hear anything incriminating.

“We’re just having a drink, want one?” Lewis asked, but Seb hoped and prayed with everything she had that Isack would say no. If he walked even a few steps further into the kitchen he would certainly smell what they had been up to.

But Isack just shook his head, yawning. “Nah, just heard noises down here and wanted to see what it was. Night.”

“Goodnight,” Seb and Lewis said in unison, watching Isack turn around and head back up the stairs.

Once about ten seconds had passed, Lewis’ head swiveled back around to Seb, looking furious. Next thing she knew Lewis was grabbing her wrist and dragging her to the other side of the house, and then she was in what she guessed to be Lewis’ bedroom.

The space was immaculate while still looking lived in. A few scraps of fabric thrown around, giving the space some color, otherwise it was pretty tame, soft earth tones and a stark white bedspread.

That was all Seb registered before Lewis was on her.

“That cannot happen again, do you hear me?” Lewis ran a hand over her hair then made a shaky gesture with her hands. “I have no idea what I was thinking.”

They were standing close, and Seb could see the fire in Lewis’ eyes, could smell the warning on her. She could barely even think, the adrenaline of almost being caught still pounding in her ears, the smell of Lewis’ pussy still lingering in her nose, the taste—

“Seb.” Lewis bit out, regaining her attention.

“Okay,” Seb replied, unconvincing, eyes roaming over Lewis’ face. She was still flushed, a little wide-eyed, lips dark and bitten from trying to keep quiet.

The sound of their heavy breathing was the only thing that filled the room, and for a second, neither of them moved. And then, Seb didn’t know who moved first, but they were kissing again. Wild and messy and Lewis was whining into her mouth and Seb couldn’t—fuck.

She broke away from Lewis’ mouth and stuck her face into her neck, right over her scent gland. It had Lewis keening, mewling against her, her hands scrambling to grab Seb’s upper arms for leverage.

“Seb,” Lewis sighed, airy, like she was floating, and she smelled so fucking good. Seb brought both hands to her neck, keeping her head tilted while she scented her, inhaled her, let it light up her senses, drive her instincts wild.

She started kissing her way up and down, mouthing at her, wet and slow, leaving little bites as she moved, not enough to mark her, but enough to make her feel it. Lewis was breathing harsh against her, moaned into Seb’s mouth when she traveled back up to her lips, kept her grip on Seb’s shoulders tight.

The kiss was hard, Seb licking into her, mouths flowing against each other, deeper and deeper, until Seb walked them back enough that Lewis’ knees hit the edge of the bed.

She sat down on the mattress, looking up at Seb, breathing heavy, eyes big and wanting. Seb needed her naked yesterday, so she went ahead and took her own shirt off, hoping Lewis would get the hint.

And she did, lifting the dress over her shoulders until she was in nothing but her panties, her tits settling perfectly against her skin.

Seb knelt down, hands sliding up Lewis’ stomach until they cupped her breasts, leaned forward to mouth at a nipple, made Lewis jerk against her and make a desperate little noise. Seb had to kiss her again, moving back up and capturing her mouth in something fast and heated. She brought the hand not supporting her weight up to grasp loosely at one of Lewis’ tits again, massaging it gently, tweaking her nipple, making Lewis gasp into her mouth.

Seb reached down a little frantically to unzip her jeans while their mouths were still connected, shrugging them off her legs along with her boxers, allowing her dick to flop up against her stomach, a small noise escaping her throat.

Lewis pulled back, looked at her cock like she was hungry, looked up at Seb like she wanted her, and Seb’s knees almost gave out then and there.

And then Lewis was removing her own underwear, scooting back until she was laid out on the bed, naked, knees bent, arms stretched out behind her to support herself, looking at Seb with dark eyes. Slowly, she spread her legs apart, and Seb had to be in heaven.

Fuck, she could smell her, the heavy, spiced scent of her arousal, it had Seb growling just the smallest bit, before hopping onto the bed and kneeling between Lewis’ legs.

Her pussy was still soaked, and Seb licked the taste right out of her, making her let out a tiny yelp and grab Seb’s hair, just like before. She didn’t think she could ever get tired of this, of being buried in Lewis’ cunt, mouth covered in her slick, senses on fire from how all-consuming the omega was.

Fuck, Seb was so hard, had been since she first walked into the kitchen, and it was getting to her now. She rutted her hips into the sheets below her as she continued to feast on Lewis’ cunt, got into a rhythm, hips rocking down with every lick of her tongue, every movement of her jaw.

She ate her out greedy as anything, jaw growing sore as she reached up, slid her hands up Lewis’ stomach, grabbed her tits and squeezed, loving the way they felt in her hand. Loving the way Lewis gasped and keened, body jerking back and forth, trying to ride Seb’s mouth. She moved her hands away from Lewis’ tits, back down to press against her hips, keeping her in place while Seb licked into her. It made Lewis whine, hips twitching wildly against Seb’s fingers.

Lewis’ back arched then, and it just let Seb bury her tongue deeper, bridge of her nose pressing into the omega’s clit as she licked and swallowed and slurped, soaking up everything Lewis could offer.

Seb’s own hips were moving frantically then, cock desperately searching for relief, could feel her knot growing at the base. But this wasn’t the time for that, she just wanted to make Lewis come with her mouth, wanted to give her more pleasure than she knew what to do with, didn’t need her dick involved in it.

She listened as the noises coming from Lewis’ perfect mouth grew higher and higher, frantic with need. And then Lewis was coming again, right into Seb’s mouth, leaking just as much as the first time. God, it was divine, the taste, the feeling of her on Seb’s tongue, the knowledge that she had done this to Lewis.

That was the thought that made Seb’s cock jerk hard, had her coming into the bedsheets and knotting air as she rode Lewis through her own orgasm, mouth never leaving her pussy, the taste just making her cock leak even more come, made her feel even more satisfied.

She gave Lewis a few minutes to come down after that, then slid up her body, leaving kisses across her stomach, her tits, her throat, until she made her way to her mouth. Kissed her until her heartbeat slowed, and then made her come a third time, on her fingers, face stuck in Lewis’ neck, mouthing at her scent gland.

Desperate noises were falling from Lewis’ lips, so oversensitive, so lost in it, and it didn’t take long at all to make her tip over.

“Sebsebseb,” she moaned over and over, and the sound she made as she came was something holy, sweet and high and beautiful. Seb never wanted to hear anything else.

They collapsed onto the bed after that, worn out, Lewis still shaking.

“You—?”

“Um. I, uh, already—”

Lewis smirked. “Really?”

Seb laughed, leaned over to kiss her again, then wrapped her arms around her, placing her head in the crook of Lewis’ shoulders.

“This okay?” Seb asked, hesitant, not wanting to be kicked out, even though she would understand.

Lewis paused for a second, then melted into Seb’s hold, hands coming up to wrap around her forearms. “Yes, but not for too long, you need to go back to the guest room eventually.”

She just nodded into Lewis’ neck, happy with whatever she could get.

Seb woke up slow, hours later, sleep and arousal filling her brain with fog as she blinked herself to consciousness.

Everything came back to her in flashes, and soon she was fully hard again, groaning softly as her cock just barely rubbed against Lewis’ ass where they were laying front to back.

And—oh. Lewis, right. She should have left about an hour ago, didn’t mean to actually fall asleep on her, but Lewis looked dead to the world anyways.

Seb leaned down, couldn’t control the urge in her to taste, kissed the back of Lewis’ neck soft and light, moving down her spine. God, she couldn’t believe that actually happened, felt like the luckiest woman on the planet. Moved away from Lewis’ back, determined not to wake her just yet, wanted to drag this out as long as possible.

But the kisses or the rustling of the sheets must have tipped Lewis into consciousness, because she started moving, small sigh leaving her lips.

“Mmm, what time ‘s it?” Lewis mumbled, all sleepy and cute.

Seb kissed her back again, “Six. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

Lewis jerked. “Isack—”

“It is the first day of break, he won’t be up for another five hours at least.”

Lewis just hummed, stretched her neck out in invitation, so Seb bent back down, attached herself to Lewis’ scent gland, licked over it before biting down softly.

“Fuck, Seb, please,” Lewis breathed out, voice airy and tinged with sleep. She backed into Seb’s hips, making them both gasp at the pressure of Seb’s hard cock pressing against Lewis’ ass. “In me.”

Lewis never put her panties back on after last night, and she was still loose enough from Seb’s fingers, so it was easy as anything for Seb to slide into place behind her, to slip right inside.

“Shit, Lewis,” Seb moaned as she sunk in, Lewis’ hole hot and wet, slick opening the way for her. She pulled her hips back until her cock popped back out, then thrust in again, a tiny bit further than before. Lewis was a moaning mess against her, eyes shut, hands scrabbling to grab at the sheets, and Seb’s arm, anything to hold on to.

Seb kept going, thrusting in and out slowly, further and further each time, until she was all the way in, and she pressed her forehead to the back of Lewis’ neck and groaned at the pressure. Lewis was squeezing her cock so perfectly, so tight around her, so needy, like she was sucking her in. Seb felt like she was made to be here, made to fuck Lewis, to give her everything she wanted.

Her hips twitched, and she drew back until it was just the head still inside Lewis, and then she thrust forward, as hard as she could in their position. One of Lewis’ hands snapped up to cover her mouth, the high keen muffled but still so, so sweet.

Seb set a solid rhythm, not too fast, but deep, firm, seating herself fully inside Lewis with each thrust. Their moans mixed together, sweat rubbing off skin, hands clutching at one another, scents blending.

She could already feel her knot forming, could feel it trying to push inside Lewis every time she pressed in. She grabbed at Lewis’ chest, squeezing her tits in each hand, circling her nipples between her pointer and middle finger, pulling at them just a little. Lewis let out a yelp that turned into a whine as Sen kept going, rubbing her nipples hard and swollen.

She moved one hand down to Lewis’s clit, her fingers playing with it the same way she did her tits, circling it in between her fingers, squeezing and sliding. Lewis was a whimpering mess, punched out noises escaping her throat with each thrust, each hard press of Seb’s fingers to her clit, each pull at her nipples.

Her knot was so close to popping inside, fuck, Seb couldn’t—she could—she could—

“Fuck, Lewis, can I? Can I please?”

Lewis just whined, pressed back onto Seb’s cock as hard as she could. “Yes, yes, I need it.”

Seb groaned, loud, had to muffle herself into Lewis’ shoulder, and then she was burying herself all the way into her, knot popping inside, cum spilling out of her in hot ropes, so much that Lewis couldn’t fit all, the cum spilling out of her used hole and coating her pussy.

Lewis got so loud Seb had to stretch her neck around to kiss her, hiding the noises between their lips, just for them, just for them.

Her cock was still twitching where it was locked inside Lewis, and she kept fucking her with little movements, the hand on her clit picking up speed again, and then Lewis was coming, too.

She moaned into Seb’s mouth, and they kissed and kissed.

They cuddled as they waited for Seb’s knot to go down, Seb covering them in the duvet to keep them warm, arms wrapped around Lewis from behind, leaving fluttery kisses on her neck.

Seb wasn’t sure how long they laid there, breathing in tandem, but it wasn’t long before the door burst open.

“I knew it!” They both whipped their heads up at the voice coming from Lewis’ doorway, and Seb saw Isack standing there with a frankly comedic look of accusation in his face.

Seb tried to twist away from Lewis, forgetting for a second that she was still fucking knotted, and they both groaned in pain at his movement.

“Sorry, sorry,” she whispered to Lewis, and then turned to Isack, whose expression was growing more horrified by the second.

“Are you two—are you—right now?”

“Um.” Seb replied as Lewis stuck her face into her hands.

“Oh my God! Oh my God,” Isack yelled, immediately turning and running out of the room, thankfully shutting the door on his way.

Seb turned back towards Lewis, who was looking at the door, and then they made eye contact. They were silent for about five seconds, then Seb burst out laughing.

It made Lewis chuckle, too, just for a second, and then she was slapping Seb on the arm, trying to be stern. “This isn’t funny.”

Seb’s laughter died down, but she was still smiling down at Lewis. “Oh, he’ll be fine.”

She knew Isack, knew that Isack knew her. Knew that Isack knew this would happen the second he watched Seb meet Lewis. He’d be mad, sure, probably wouldn’t look either of them in the eye for a few days, but he’d be fine.

Her and Lewis would just have to sneak around better, because she sure wasn’t about to give her up.