My inner Omega speaks for me, desperate for more.
If he doesn’t touch me right now, if he doesn’t give me the pleasure I’ve been denying myself, I’m going to perish.
“Touch me, Alpha.”
That seems to snap him out of it. His eyes open, a frenzy burning in them.
Then, he brings his mouth to my cunt.
I bite my hand to keep from screaming as I thrust my hips against him, smearing my slick all over his face. He licks my slit from top to bottom, licking at my entrance until he finds my clit.
My pussy is a road map for his tongue.
“What the hell,” I gasp into the meat of my palm, my body writhing at his mouth. He alternates between licking and sucking at my clit, and I close my eyes in bliss.
He growls while he does it, animalistic and primal, and the vibrations make my stomach coil in pleasure.
Every nerve in my body is on fire as I drown in the scent of smoke and warm oak.
I don’t know how Travis can breathe, but that worry dissipates the longer he eats me out.
His growls grow louder, the rumbling of his chest acting like a vibrator straight to my clit.
It takes less than a minute for my release to build.
But every time I think I’ve reached it, I get swept up in more pleasure. The pressure in my cunt grows until I see stars, and I let out a shriek against my palm, digging my teeth into my skin.
Travis lifts me by my bottom to push me against his face as he tongue fucks me, my slick pouring out of my cunt and into his eager mouth.
He licks me through the aftershocks, never taking his mouth away from me until I’m squirming in his hold. When he pulls back, I meet his prideful expression with my own of shock.
“How the hell did you manage to make that happen?” I pant, staring at him in wonder. “How did you—where the hell did you learn?—”
“It’s you,” he says, my wetness coating his face. “I follow my instincts.”
I blink lazily at him. “That’s insane,” I breathe.
“It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, and I smile at him, high from the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. “You taste sweeter than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” I repeat, my head foggy.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this.”
He rests his head at the top of my thighs, breathing heavily. When he plants a kiss on the inside of them, I run my fingers through his hair.
A purr starts low and steady in his chest, and I close my eyes in bliss, not caring how we look to the outside world.
For once, I let myself take what I wanted, and I wanted my scent match.
Travis’s purr is divine. It makes the guilt that threatened to creep in dissolve away into nothingness, and I float in a realm of contentment.
Until I realize that he’s still kneeling in the parking lot, hanging halfway out of my car.
“That’s got to be killing your knees,” I say.
He huffs. “Hurts like hell,” he grumbles against my thighs.
I burst out laughing. “Then get up, old man, and help me get dressed.”
