“Wondering what to do with it?” A teasing note creeps into Knox’s voice.
“No. I was thinking.”
He lifts his brow. “About?”
I take my hand off his cock and stand up.
“Changed your mind?”
He does a good job of hiding his disappointment, but not good enough. He wants my hand on his cock. Maybe even my mouth on him. He wants it too much to hide his need from me.
“Nope.” Gripping the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor.
All amusement slides off his face. It’s almost funny. He’s in a struggle with himself, his eyes darting from my bare breasts to the tiny lace panties the boutique owner gave me. When I bite my lip, he groans and starts to adjust himself through his pants, but stops short and puts his hand back on the bed.
When I grip the waistband of my panties and shimmy out of them, I’m positive he’s not breathing.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, voice rough.
“Seeing to your comfort. No need to move,” I say as I step over him, pausing a second longer than necessary, aware that he’s staring between my thighs.
I would never have been brave enough to expose myself like this to anyone but the four men under this roof. Only they make me feel safe and beautiful in a way no one else ever has.
I continue to the bottom of the bed, smiling at his soft moan when I turn to expose my ass to him. When I’ve reached my destination, I slide his shorts off and drop them to the floor with our shirts, and push his legs apart. I kneel in the gap I created, facing him with my palms on my thighs and my head slightly lowered, peering at him under my lashes.
Omegas have always been submissive, more so to alphas than betas. Kneeling in front of Knox, being submissive like this, is making his cock swell and his muscles tense.
He’s no longer holding his breath. His chest is rising and falling, his fingers are gripping the sheets on the bed, and he seems to be having serious difficulties working out where he wants to focus his attention: my face, my bare breasts, or my pussy when I spread my legs a little as I kneeled in front of him.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask.
He shakes his head, dazed. “Huh?”
I grin. “Are you comfortable with me spreading your legs this wide? I can move them closer together if you want?”
“This is good,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Good.” I rest my palms on his thighs and bend over him to kiss the tip of his cock. He groans softly in response. “If there’s anything else I can do to see to your comfort, just let me know.”
“Your hair,” he says, his voice rough. “Put it up. I want to see everything.”
I don’t have a tie, so I gather my hair in a topknot on the top of my head, conscious that it’s pushing my breasts up. Knox wets his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue as if he’s imaginingkissing me there. Then I return to my task. Hunter and Elias taught me how to enjoy playing, and so I play with Knox’s cock, kissing, licking, and using the edge of my teeth on him.
He watches me, barely blinking, and groans when I do something he likes.
I grip the base of his cock and stroke him from base to tip.
“Harder,” he grunts. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me, baby. I can take it.”
I pump harder and get rewarded with a husky groan and his hips rocking. He’s big. I can barely fit my hand around him, but I lower my mouth and part my lips, forming a tight seal before I suck him.
The breath wheezes out of him. “Fuck, Maisie.”
My eyes fly to his face, and I release him with a wet pop, terrified I hurt him. “Knox?”
He has a white-knuckle grip on the sheets, and he shakes his head frantically. “Feels good. Don’t stop.”
Reassured, I bend my head and take him into my mouth. I keep a hold of his base, and with each groan that rumbles from Knox, I get a little braver and feel a little more confident in what I’m doing.
