[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 134: Freshmen Year Arc: Four

"The year went by so quick," Jasona whispered as she rubbed Aurora’s leg. The two were on Aurora’s dorm bed, lying next to one another. They had been kissing earlier in the day. In fact, that’s all they ever did was just kiss. For almost a whole school year.

So many Omegas and Betas were after Jasona because of her basketball position. She was already being scouted to go into the Alpha league. So of course she had admirers.

"If you get drafted in your senior year, where do you want to go?" Aurora asked.

"Somewhere completely new...I might get drafted before senior year," the Alpha said.

"I know, right!" They both laughed and then became quiet with Jason touching Aurora’s face smoothly. She lifted up the Omega’s chin then kissed her.

Jasona’s fingers traced the curve of Aurora’s jaw, rough pads from countless basketball drills catching on smooth skin. Aurora sighed against her lips, a sound swallowed whole by the deepening kiss.

There was only one sensation: the heat of Jasona’s palm sliding beneath Aurora’s shirt to rest on her ribs, the soft groan vibrating in her own throat, the taste of each other.

Aurora’s fingers tangled in the Alpha’s cropped hair, pulling her closer as if proximity could dissolve the looming specter of scouting tours and draft announcements.

Jasona’s basketball-calloused hands began to travel, mapping the dip of Aurora’s waist with deliberate slowness. They slid lower, spanning the flare of her hipbone where the worn fabric of sweatpants met bare skin.

Roughened fingertips against softness drew a sharp inhale from Aurora, her back arching instinctively off the rumpled dorm sheets. Jasona’s lips abandoned Aurora’s mouth, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat.

Aurora gasped, the sound sharp and sudden in the quiet room thick with the scent of shared warmth and cheap laundry detergent. Her own hands, trembling slightly, gripped Jasona’s shoulders, manicure nails pressing into the Alpha.

Aurora found her hand traveling to Jasona’s groin, feeling the hardness of the clit. It was big, long, the veins protruding, she could feel it.

Jasona groaned softly as Aurora’s fingers traced the outline through damp fabric, each movement deliberate, exploratory. The Alpha’s hips lifted instinctively, seeking pressure, friction, anything to close the aching distance.

"Can I suck you?" Aurora asked.

"Yes, please," Jasona begged back.

Aurora’s touch shifted, pulling aside waistbands with trembling urgency. Jasona gasped sharply, head pressing back into the pillow, exposing tendons taut with strain as Aurora’s hand slid lower, tracing the swell of the base before gripping the clit fully.

The wet slide of Aurora’s tongue against overheated skin, the sudden jerk of Jasona’s hips lifting off the mattress. Aurora tasted salt and musk, felt the desperate pulse beneath her lips, each throb echoing the frantic drumming against her own ribs.

Jasona’s fingers tangled violently in Aurora’s loose hair, not guiding, not pulling, just anchoring.

Aurora gasped as Jasona shifted, the mattress springs groaning softly beneath their combined weight. Rough palms slid beneath Aurora’s thighs, lifting her hips as Jasona slid down the bed, her breath ghosting hot over the damp skin revealed by Aurora’s parted sweatpants.

There was no preamble, no hesitation, just the sudden, searing wet heat of Jasona’s mouth closing over the slick, swollen bud, drawing it deep.

Aurora’s back arched violently off the sheets, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on Jasona’s skull, blunt nails scraping over the short-cropped hair as a ragged cry tore from her throat.

The sensation was immediate, all-consuming, electricity arcing straight to her spine, dissolving thought into pure, shuddering sensation.

"Do you like fingers?"

"No," Aurora answered. "Well, I’d like one in my ass."

Jasona lifted her head, her lips glistening in the dim dorm light filtering through cheap blinds. Her eyes, dark with arousal, locked onto Aurora’s.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached across the rumpled sheets, fingers slick from Aurora’s wetness.

Jasona’s calloused fingertip found the tight furl of muscle beneath the swell of Aurora’s ass, circling once, twice, gathering slickness.

The pressure intensified, insistent, deliberat, before breaching with a slow, controlled twist.

Aurora gasped, a sharp intake of air that hitched in her throat. Her spine bowed upward, pressing her breasts flush against Jasona’s chest while her fingers clawed at the taut muscles of the Alpha’s shoulders.

Jasona went back down, placing her mouth on Aurora’s cunt, tasting her as her index finger swirled around the Omega.

Jasona’s tongue moved with practiced intensity, broad, flat strokes that mapped every fold, followed by tight, focused circles that made Aurora’s thighs clamp hard against the sides of Jasona’s head.

The Alpha’s breath steamed against slick flesh; Aurora felt each humid exhale as a separate point of ignition.

Jasona’s finger pressed deeper still inside Aurora’s ass; Aurora’s responding groan vibrated through the mattress springs, a raw, guttural sound muffled only by the frantic clench of her own teeth sinking into her lower lip.

The Alpha’s tongue remained a relentless pressure against Aurora’s clit, the rough texture contrasting sharply with the slick heat enveloping her.

Aurora’s hips lifted and fell in broken, desperate arcs against Jasona’s mouth, driven by the dual assault, the deep, grinding fullness from behind and the fluttering, electric torture against her nerves.

"Imma cum," she said to the Alpha, thrashing about on the bed. Her legs began to shake, and her moans became louder, not caring who heard her in the dorm hall. Jasona continued to eat and slurp all of the Omega up.

Jasona hovered over Aurora’s body on the bed jerking her clit off. The blow job she got earlier was good but it didn’t make her cum. That was fine with her; she preferred fucking and even eating pussy over a blow job.

Aurora placed her hand on the large clit and began to stroke it.

"You’re cut," she said.

"Yeah..." Jasona applied back. All males and Alpha females get cut."

Aurora was silent as she continued to stroke the Alpha. "Do you want your children to be cut?"

Jasona nodded her head. "Yes," she said. Aurora just nodded as Jasona began to enter her pussy.

Jasona’s thrusts drove deep, each powerful snap of her hips pistoning Aurora against the mattress. The blunt head of her clit dragged against inner walls, stretching Aurora wide, the friction igniting sparks behind her eyelids.

Aurora gasped soundlessly, her mouth open in a silent cry, fingers digging into the sweat-slick planes of Jasona’s buttocks as she arched to meet her.

The room filled with the raw slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic creak of bedsprings, and Aurora’s ragged, punched-out breaths, sharp inhalations stolen between each driving impact.

"Fuck," the Omega moaned.

Jasona pinned Aurora deeper into the mattress, her hips pistoning with brutal, practiced efficiency. Each thrust carved a ragged gasp from Aurora’s throat, the sound swallowed by the damp pillowcase beneath her cheek.

Calloused palms slid beneath Aurora’s thighs, hiking her legs impossibly higher, spreading her wider as Jasona’s clit dragged relentlessly against a spot that sent wildfire through Aurora’s nerves. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Aurora’s pussy tighten around the Alpha, her second climax coming to her, but she was so tight that Jasona’s was going to cum. She wasn’t wearing a condom though so she held it in.

Once Aurora was done, Jasona quickly pulled out, her seed squirting onto Aurora, even landing far onto her face.

"Oh shit," ahe moaned, having a death grip on her clit, squeezing it, milking all of it out.

Silence fell, thick and sticky as the cooling seed drying on Aurora’s skin.

The Alpha got a towel and began to wipe the cum off of Aurora and also cleaned her clit. She gave the towel to Aurora who wiped her cunt and proceeded to go to the restroom.

Jasona collapsed beside Aurora when she came back to bed, the cheap mattress groaning under their combined weight.

Jasona’s forearm draped heavily across Aurora’s ribs, her calloused palm resting just below the swell of Aurora’s breast.

Aurora turned her head, cheek pressing into the damp pillowcase, eyes tracing the stark lines of Jasona’s profile against the dim afternoon light filtering through the blinds.

Aurora’s body thrummed with aftershocks, a deep, pleasant ache settling in her muscles, her ass still clenching faintly around the phantom intrusion.

Sunlight, pale and hesitant, sliced through the dorm room’s cheap blinds, striping Jasona’s sleeping face in bands of gold and shadow.

Her brow, usually sharp with focus whether on the court or hovering above Aurora, was smoothed in repose, lips slightly parted.

The scent of sex lingered, sweet and musky, mingling with the stale dorm air and Jasona’s own familiar, clean sweat smell. Aurora inhaled slowly, letting the quiet sounds of the building, distant showers, muffled voices down the hall, wash over her.

She sighed and stretched at the new day. She pulled herself up and walked to the restroom to turn the shower on. The Omega could hear the Alpha moving around as well.

"You wanna get breakfast?" Aurora asked her lover.

"PANCAKES!"

Aurora laughed, Jasona loved her some pancakes.