Cove moans, and I contemplate how I’m going to keep her quiet enough to make this happen.
I’ve already accepted that my dick is going to suffer until they release us from the emergency department, but I’m confident that I can make her come a time or two. Hopefully that will settle her system enough that she can fall back to sleep.
I lick and suck on her neck, teasing down to her opening while brushing my palm against her swollen nub. She’s slick, which I could scent from the air, but feeling it sends a pulse to my knot. My cock jumps against her ass, and she grinds back into me.
It could be the position with her legs right on top of one another, but she’s so snug it takes my breath away.
I stretch my fingers and continue to brush her clit. Even her skin tastes like orange cream, and my teeth ache with the urge to bite her.
She wiggles, fucking herself deeper on my fingers, and I smile against her throat. I wasn’t joking when I told her how much it turns me on to watch her chase her pleasure.
It doesn’t take long before her legs start to shake, jerking around the bed as her thighs clamp my hand in place.
“You gotta stay quiet,” I murmur close to her ear. “If you start moaning and whining, someone will come in to check on you.”
She nods, bending forward as her body trembles. My hand gets so much slicker, and her pussy ripples, like it’s searching for a knot that isn’t there. She manages to muffle her sounds, though.
Before she’s even done spasming, she reaches an arm back, shoving at the band of my sweats.
“Please?” she whispers, nodding. “I need you inside me. We can be so quiet.So sneaky. No one will know. I need the pressure. How about just the tip?”
I learn two things about myself.
One, I’m a dirty bastard. The idea of fucking her here where we’re absolutely not supposed to be fucking makes my tip weep.
The second thing is, I suck at denying her anything.
Pulling my hand from her pussy, I work on getting my sweats down enough that I’ll be able to slip inside her. She refocuses on her panties, pushing herself up so she can get them off.
Cove is the only woman I’ve seen who is fond of thongs. Honestly, I don’t know how they can be comfortable, but they are sexy, and I’m not about to ask. I probably could have worked around the material. This will make it easier, though.
“Just the tip, huh?” I jerk my sticky crown against her ass, and Cove pushes her hips back while lifting her top leg a bit.
“Yeah,” she whispers breathlessly.
I glide my shaft between her thighs, brushing her drenched pussy, and she wiggles even more, perfecting the angle.
“Remember, princess. Not a peep,” I say close to her ear. My crown bumps through her lower lips, pushing against her opening. There’s no resistance, likely because she’s soaked.
I dip inside her hole and pull my hips back. She’s warm and snug, and I want to bury myself to the hilt, but I also want to tease her a little. The slower the buildup, the more monumental the explosion.
“Okay, that feels so good.”
“Yeah, you do.” My fingers dig into her waist, and I work out and back in. Every time I thrust, it feels like her pussy wants to suck me in even deeper. It’s hot and maddening at the same time. Still, I don’t falter, giving her only what she asked for. “That’s it, dirty girl. Stretch for me, and I’ll give you a little more. If you think you can take it?”
She nods frantically. “I can. Please?”
I’m so hard that it’s almost painful. My knot throbs, desperate to be buried inside her. That can’t happen because of where we are.
Cove’s pheromones are everywhere, and each inhale has the fog slipping in a little thicker.
Who says I can’t knot her?
We’re in the damn emergency department of an omega clinic.
Fuck.
I knew that two minutes ago.
