She gets my belt and jeans open, and they fall, bunching at my feet. I kick out of them while Cove pulls back from our kiss, ripping her dress off over her head. She tosses it aside and shakes out of her flats. I left my boots by the door when we came in, so I’m good there.
My hands fall to her waist. She isn’t wearing a bra, but her barely-there panties are lined in lace.
Her hands land on my shoulders, and she tackles me to the mattress.
I grin as we bounce. “It’s kinda sexy when you take control.”
“It’s kinda sexy when you let me.” Cove plants her pussy over my boxer briefs, grinding my shaft into my pelvis. Her hair falls over my face and chest as she moves to suck on my neck.
Declan wasn’t kidding.
I’m a big fan of kisses on places other than the lips. My dick is hard, pushing against the material of my underwear. I relocate my hands to Cove’s ass as her tits push into my bare chest. I want to touch and tease her too, but I have to work around the lace. Luckily, her panties cover very little of her skin.
“I love it when you grab my ass and pull my cheeks apart,” she whispers close to my ear.
The warmth of her breath makes me shiver, but I also grimace.
It’s not sexy to admit that I will cringe away if I have to touch lace.
It’s fine now because my boxer briefs protect me from feeling, but things could get questionable fast.
“I have a weird… Um, shit.” I sigh. “I have a texture thing about lace. I want to touch you. It’s just…”
“Damian,” she says softly. “God, you should have said something sooner.” She plants a hand on the mattress next to my head, holding herself up as she rips out of her last piece of clothing. Once she’s tossed her panties aside, she settles back against my front. “This is sexier, anyway. I can feel you so much better, but your boxer briefs are going to be coated in my slick.”
The naughty omega grinds over my cock with her pussy perfectly framing my shaft. I groan, both from the friction and the imagery.
Cove smiles, pushing her mouth to mine, and I lose myself in the kiss. My head gets foggy with every gasping breath I suck in.
Orange creamy heaven.
That’s what she smells like.
And mine.
Fucking hell.
My head gets foggy, and a low growl rattles out of my chest.
What are the signs of rut again?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cove
Icame into the bedroom fully prepared that I would need to take the lead. Only, once my panties are gone, Damian grips my ass and hips, pulling me over his throbbing cock. My skin prickles with goose bumps, and I shiver.
It’s extra dirty that I’m completely naked while he’s still in his boxer briefs.
Honestly, I’m a big fan of dry humping. His hard length pushes against the material, and I can even feel his knot as he drags me over it.
My core clenches around nothing as our tongues clash, and my eyes widen as Damian rolls us. My back hits the mattress, and I gasp.
He scrapes his teeth over my lower lip and pulls back. Planting a hand on the bed above my head, he holds himself up, ripping down his underwear. He kicks out of them and settles a knee between my thighs.
The look on his face is much more confident now, and I love it.
My legs hang off the bottom of the bed like his did when I tackled him, but Damian makes the height difference work by keeping one foot planted on the floor.
