Levon palms the globes of my ass, groaning as he remembers I’m naked underneath my hoodie. His low slung sweatpants invite me to be bold, and I shove them lower as I tuck my hands underneath the waistband.
“What do you want, Little Omega?” he asks teasingly, kissing me until my head spins.
“You,” I whisper, dragging his sweatpants down until they hit the ground.
“Fuck yes,” he croons, half lifting me so I can hook my leg around his waist.
Levon teases me with his cock as the tip bumps my clit and I whimper for more.
“Are you wet enough for me?”
“I don’t know,” I whine. “I want you now.”
“So pretty and needy,” he says. “Do you remember what I told you about my piercings?”
Adjusting his position so the crown of his cock is notched at my entrance, he pulls me down his shaft. Gasping, I feel the coolness of each piercing as it drags along my inner walls.
“Holy…oh fuck,” I gasp.
“All of that,” Levon praises me.
My stolen hoodie is still firmly in place, while Levon is completely naked. I can feel every inch of his cock as he works his way in, and I gush around it to help him. I wasn’t wet enough, but I definitely am now.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps.
“It’s not,” I promise. “I want all of you.”
“Mmm, that’s a dangerous thing to say, baby girl.”
Levon’s hips begin to thrust, and that’s when I feel the magic of his piercings. It feels as if he’s touching parts of me previously untouched.
“Shh,” he smirks, his lips dropping to devour mine as he fucks me harder. “There’s a man walking below us, baby. I don’t want him to see what’s mine. Fuck, you feel so damn tight.”
His knot rubs against my clit as he grinds against me, and my nails dig into his shoulders as I shudder.
The sliding glass door behind us opens, but Levon refuses to stop.
“Are you…Fuck, Levon,” Miles groans.
“Shh, there’s someone directly underneath us, and I’m not moving until she and I both come,” Levon growls possessively.
“I’m going to have to deal with the cops and Marilyn, aren’t I?” Miles complains.
“At least she’ll be happy you have an omega?” I ask, my eyes rolling back as Levon forces me to arch my back over the railing with his thrusts.
“What did you know about her meddling, baby?” Levon growls.
“She…Levon, fuck! She emailed me,” I cry out.
Let the police come, I can’t stay quiet.
“Ah, that was me,” Miles admits as he steps outside. Santo isn’t too far behind, and he bites his lip as he watches us.
“You?” I gasp.
“Can this wait until after I make her squirt on my knot?” Levon grumbles.
My lips curl in amusement despite the way my body clamps down on Levon’s dick.
