[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 147: Senior Year Arc: Two

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, sealing the afternoon heat inside Adama’s small sanctuary. Posters of basketball players and teams covered the walls of her bedroom, and the low vibration of the air recycler filled the quiet.

Adama sat on the edge of her unmade bed, legs slightly apart, pulse loud in her ears. This was happening, finally happening.

Across from her knelt the Omega Adama had met only an hour earlier at the stadium mixer—Lina, she’d said her name was, voice soft and amused when Adama had stammered out an invitation to come back to her house, her room since her parents were working.

You see, Adama wouldn’t be going to college. She would be skipping it for being drafted into the Alpha basketball league. That was how amazing she performed overseas.

Lina couldn’t have been more than nineteen, petite in the way that made Alphas feel oversized and clumsy. Her skin was a warm bronze, shoulders narrow, waist tiny enough that Adama’s hands could probably circle it completely.

Dark hair fell in thick waves to the middle of her back, the ends brushing the swell of her hips when she moved. Her eyes were hazel shot through with green, framed by lashes so long they cast shadows on her cheeks when she blinked. Full lips, glossed berry-pink, curved in a knowing smile that made Adama’s stomach flip.

Lina wore a cropped lavender tank that clung to small, high breasts and left bare beneath the thin fabric, no bra, nipples already tight little points pressing against cotton. Low-rise jeans rode low enough to reveal the gentle curve of her lower belly and the delicate silver ring in her navel. She looked edible, and she knew it.

"You sure?" Lina asked, voice husky, crawling forward on her knees until her palms rested on Adama’s bare thighs. The touch was light, teasing, but it sent sparks straight between Adama’s legs.

Adama managed a nod. Words felt impossible.

Lina’s smile widened. "Good."

She leaned in slowly, giving Adama every chance to stop her, but Adama didn’t. Lina’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Adama’s loose shorts and tugged them down, letting them pool at her ankles. Adama’s clit: thick, flushed dark, the head already slick, sprang free, standing rigid against her stomach. Seven and a half inches of aching need.

Lina made an appreciative little sound. "Pretty," she murmured, wrapping one small hand around the base. Her fingers didn’t quite meet. She gave an experimental stroke, thumb swiping over the slit, gathering the bead of precum there and spreading it down the shaft. Adama’s hips jerked.

"Sensitive," Lina noted, amused. "I like that."

Then she leaned forward and licked a slow stripe from root to tip.

Adama’s head fell back, a strangled groan tearing out of her throat. Lina hummed, pleased with the reaction, and did it again. And again. Long, wet drags of her tongue along the underside, tracing every vein, swirling around the crown until Adama’s thighs started trembling. When Lina finally sealed her lips around the head and sucked, gentle at first, then harder, Adama’s hands fisted in the sheets.

Lina took her deeper, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing until half the length disappeared into that perfect wet heat. She pulled back with a soft pop, lips shiny, then sank down again. Over and over, slow and filthy, saliva dripping down to coat Adama’s cunt. Every time she pulled off she’d stroke with her hand, twisting just right, keeping Adama right on the edge without letting her tip over.

Adama’s breathing turned ragged. "Lina—fuck—I’m close—"

Lina only hummed around her, the vibration shooting straight to Adama’s spine, and took her all the way to the root. Nose pressed to Adama’s pelvis, throat fluttering, swallowing around the head. That was it.

Adama cummed with a choked cry, hips snapping forward as the first thick pulse shot straight down Lina’s throat. Lina didn’t flinch, she swallowed greedily, throat working, milking every spurt until Adama slumped back, chest heaving, clit still half-hard and twitching against Lina’s tongue.

Lina pulled off slowly, lips swollen and red, a thin strand of cum and saliva connecting her mouth to the tip for a moment before it broke. She licked it away, grinning up at Adama with hazy, satisfied eyes.

"One," she said, voice rough but she wasn’t done.

She shrugged the cropped tank over her head in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were small and perfect, brown nipples tight and begging for attention. She cupped them, pushing them together, and looked up through her lashes.

"Come on my tits, Alpha."

Adama groaned, already hardening again at the sight. Lina scooted closer, knees wide on the carpet, and wrapped both hands around Adama’s clit, stroking fast and slick with the mess already coating it.

Her thumbs rubbed over the sensitive head on every upstroke, and she leaned forward to flick her tongue against it between strokes, making Adama jerk and curse.

It didn’t take long. Adama’s second orgasm built fast and hard, her cunt’s opening and drawing up tight.

Lina aimed her carefully, and when Adama came again it was with a hoarse shout, thick ropes painting Lina’s chest in messy stripes. Cum dripped over her nipples and down the curve of her breasts, pooling in the hollow between them. Lina moaned like she’d been the one cuming, rubbing the spend into her skin with slow, filthy circles, marking herself.

"Beautiful," she whispered, voice trembling with want.

Adama was shaking, clit still hard, oversensitive and throbbing. Lina didn’t give her time to recover. She rose up on her knees, hands braced on Adama’s thighs, and tilted her face up.

"Last one," she said, lips brushing the tip. "I want it on my face."

Adama’s brain short-circuited. She wrapped a hand around herself, stroking fast, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. Lina held still, mouth open, tongue out, eyes locked on Adama’s.

Adama’s back arched as the third climax slammed into her, fiercer than the first two combined. The first jet hit Lina’s tongue; the next striped across her cheek, her nose, her forehead. More pulses painted her lips and chin until she was glazed with it, cum dripping in slow rivulets down her face, catching in her lashes, sliding over the curve of her jaw.

Lina stayed there on her knees, breathing hard, letting it drip. Then, slowly, she dragged two fingers through the mess on her cheek and sucked them clean, eyes fluttering shut like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

Adama stared, chest heaving, clit finally softening against her thigh, retreating back inside her vagina lips.

Lina looked thoroughly wrecked: hair wild, lips swollen, chest and face painted with Adama’s release. She looked like sin incarnate, and she was smiling.

"Three," Lina said softly, voice hoarse and satisfied. "Told you I’d take good care of you." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Adama could only nod, speechless, as Lina leaned forward one last time to press a gentle, cum-slick kiss to the head of her spent clit before resting her cheek on Adama’s thigh like she belonged there.

The air recycler hummed on, the room thick with the smell of sex and satisfaction, and neither of them moved for a very long time.

Adama rose up and looked at the Omega. "My sister likes it when her pussy is eating. I can do that for you," Adama said.

The Omega got up and shook her head. "No, I rather suck but thanks," she said to the young Alpha.

Adama’s hand found its way into Lina’s thick hair without conscious thought, fingers threading through the dark waves, still trembling from aftershocks. Lina made a soft, pleased sound and nuzzled closer, smearing the mess on her cheek against Adama’s skin like she wanted to keep it there forever.

"Stay right there," Lina murmured, voice low and syrupy. She shifted, rising just enough to crawl onto the bed beside Adama, knees sinking into the mattress. Cum still glistened on her chest and face, catching the late-afternoon light that slanted through the half-closed blinds. She looked obscene and perfect.

Adama couldn’t stop staring. Lina noticed, of course, she noticed everything, and her smile turned wicked. She scooped a thick streak from between her breasts, brought it to her mouth, and licked her fingers clean with deliberate slowness, tongue curling around each digit, eyes never leaving Adama’s.

"Still taste like you," she said, almost shy now that the frantic edge had worn off. The contrast made Adama’s spent clit twitch again, a weak but interested pulse against her thigh.

Lina noticed that too. She laughed, soft and throaty, and leaned in to kiss Adama properly for the first time. Her lips were swollen, salty, slick with everything they’d done. Adama groaned into her mouth, hands finally brave enough to slide down Lina’s bare back, tracing the delicate line of her spine until she reached the swell of her ass. The jeans still on, frustratingly.

"Take these off," Adama rasped. It wasn’t a command, she didn’t have the voice for commanding anything right now, but Lina obeyed anyway, shimmying out of the tight denim and the scrap of lace underneath in one fluid motion.

She kicked them aside and straddled Adama’s lap, careful not to put weight on the oversensitive length resting against Adama’s stomach.

Lina’s pussy was slick, folds swollen and glistening. She rocked forward once, dragging wet heat along the underside of Adama’s clit, coating her again. Both of them shuddered. The two of them just remained liked that until it was time for them to get dressed.