“Right now, I’m still so turned on. That’s all I care about.”
I drop beside her and onto my back. She curls into me, her hand on my chest, tracing the lines of muscle, and the tenderness in her touch is hypnotic. Then she climbs over me, and I lie there, watching her move, the moonlight on her skin, the curve of her spine, and when she settles into position, I have the most incredible view I’ve ever been blessed with.
That perfect ass in the air, legs spread, her dripping pussy on full display for me. I shuffle down and tuck a pillow under my head for a comfortable reach, my fingers already widening that Omega pleasure hole I’m obsessed with.
“I love your pussy, Claire.”
A moan escapes her, and I push a finger into her, deepening her sensation as she gasps.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, and she’s making a humming sound, lowering herself onto her elbows on the bed on either side of my hips. Then her lips are around my cock.
I hiss through my teeth.
“Oh, fuck. That mouth. Take me as deep as you can.”
Tight, wet heat. Her tongue working the underside, her hand wrapping what she can’t take, and I’m gripping the sheets andstaring at the ceiling and trying to remember how to breathe because this woman is destroying me from the root up.
I pull her hips closer. My mouth finds her wet pussy, my tongue fucking her, and we move together. The groans she releases vibrate through my entire body. I’ve jerked myself off hundreds of times, but nothing ever feels as good as a mouth or a pussy.
Air gushes out of my lungs by the pleasure she’s giving, by having my face buried between her thighs. Muscles spasm from how fucking ready I am to blow, the nerves going straight to my cock. I groan, licking her sweet lips, sucking on them as she slips me farther into her mouth. My hips are rocking, helping her take more, pressing deeper.
The craving I’ve felt for Claire is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, the burning ache for release close to unbearable.
“Right there,” I hiss as the tip of my dick hits her throat. “Fuck, babe, yes!”
I take her clit into my mouth and push two fingers into that tight hole, moving fast. She’s whining, her body shaking, and I know she’s close. Fuck, so am I. The wet juice of her pussy slides down her thighs as I eat her out, when I completely lose the control I’ve been holding back.
Now, it rips through me, and I growl, my hands gripping her ass as I blow. “Fuck.”
She jerks as if startled, but she doesn’t release my cock, just sucks down on it like the good little Omega she is. I’m pulsing more and more, spraying into her mouth, and she’s swallowing it all. I’m still ferociously licking her when she freezes, and her body starts convulsing. I hungrily lick up her slick, needing it all inside me.
“Fuck.” I pull back once we’re both collapsed on the bed, her on top of me. “I’m not going to be able to walk after this with that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not sure I can stand up after coming twice.” She slides off, turns around to face me, and collapses at my side. I gather her into my arms and pull her to my chest. Her cheek presses against me and she purrs. I love hearing her make that sound. It reaches deep inside me and curls around my heart.
“Thank you,” I whisper and kiss her brow. “You have no idea how incredible you were.”
“I can say the same about you.” She’s giggling as we both lie there, our breathing gradually slowing.
“I’ve never felt this safe,” she says. “That’s probably a weird thing to say to someone I’ve known for two days.”
I press my lips to her forehead. “It’s honest.”
“I’ve never really had this feeling that someone would actually… protect me. Fight for me. My family loves me, but they don’t understand me. Louis made me feel guarded, but it was conditional. Performance-based. Only when I was being the version of me he wanted.”
“That’s control.”
“Yeah.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I’m starting to see the difference.”
That’s when a stab of guilt starts deep in my chest and grows. Sharp, sudden, a knife between my ribs. Louis is tied to a tree fifty feet from this bed, and she doesn’t know. She’s lying in my arms, telling me she feels safe, and I’m holding a secret that would shatter this moment into pieces. Protecting her is my priority, but so is not hiding secrets from her.
I can’t keep it. I won’t.
“Claire.” I tighten my arms around her. “I need to tell you something.”
She stiffens and pulls back enough to see my face. “What? Should I be worried? Are you married?”
A laugh escapes past my lips. “No, nothing like that. I think one of us should start staying with you at night. Some nights you could stay with us. Whatever feels right.”