“Are you sure?” Levon asks. “It looks like you’re scared to move.”
I meet Miles’ gaze in the rearview mirror where he’s trying to hide a smile. Wiggling to try to escape Santo’s dick, I gasp when his arm wraps around my waist.
“God, please stop moving,” he groans. “I can’t help what my dick does, Caelia. You’re going to make me come in my pants if you keep rubbing your ass against me like this.”
“Seriously?” I hiss.
“Mmhmm,” he says in a strangled voice.
Tilting my head back to look up at him while Miles drives, I have to admit that he’s comfortable to lay on despite the monster in his pants.
“Fine,” I murmur.
Santo offers me a smile and kisses my upturned forehead without a thought.
“Good girl,” he says mildly, making me squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to keep from perfuming. Attraction isn’t something I’m lacking here. “Fuck, you like that, huh?”
A shudder runs through my body and he groans as he buries his face in my throat.
“Watch yourself,” Miles murmurs. “I’m trying to make sure I don’t crash, and all I can smell is something I can’t say.”
Ugh. He can smell my slick.
“I can’t help it,” I sigh.
“You’re not supposed to,” Miles says. “If I had my way, my head would be between your thighs licking all that sweet smelling cream up, baby. I bet Santo would hold your thighs open?—”
“Damn, Miles,” Levon chokes out. “Where did that come from?”
“Why do you think I’d talk to you like that in any capacity?” he asks.
I don’t know why, but that strikes me as really funny.
“I can see how that may be inappropriate during practices,” I giggle.
I can feel the curve of Santo’s lips against my skin as he smiles.
“And he says I’m inappropriate at work,” Santo says teasingly.
The car smells like the four of us, and I have a really hard time not squirming.
“You’re not going to stop moving, huh?” Santo asks. “Would you like to help me out with something?”
“Is it going to distract me from how good you all smell?” I ask, feeling a whine threatening to claw its way out of my body.
I don’t do this. My omega tendencies are negligent, I’m very low key, but my body is being really rude at the moment. My nipples are rubbing uncomfortably in my bra, I’m about to ruin these panties, and my tights underneath my jeans aren’t doing a thing to dampen the scent of my slick.
The advertisements for these definitely lied to me.
“Not at all,” Santo rumbles, making me start to pant.
“Santo,” I whine, making him hold me tighter.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I really want to kiss you, but that’s not going to help cool you down, huh?”
“Not at all,” I gulp.
“Lips and hands to yourselves,” Miles says, turning into a hotel.
