It breaks me, his filthy and so wrong words. They have me shattering on top of him, staining his pants with my cum and me a shaking mess on top of his lap.
“Can I touch?” he whispers, and I nod. His hand immediately goes around my throat, bringing me in for another kiss.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to function without his kisses now. I need them, just like I need Ezra’s and one day James’.
His other hand kneads the flesh of my ass, and I moan.
“Does my baby want more?” he asks and I nod, biting my lip as I look at him.
It’s really happening. I’m going to have sex, and I won’t be the world’s oldest Omega virgin anymore.
“This has got to go,” he says, tugging the hem of my dress. His hands glide gracefully along the base of my neck, undoing the clasp with such accuracy I wonder how many dresses he’s taken off. I stop that train of thinking immediately before jealousy consumes me.
I never thought I was a jealous person. I’m not jealous of Ezra or James, but maybe it’s because I want them too. But the way Darcy spoke to Ian, the way she looked at him, I wanted to scratch her eyes out.
The top falls, exposing my breasts to Ian. He audibly exhales before both of his large hands are spanning my rib cage, and he’s rubbing both of my nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs.
I throw my head back at the sensation, my hair flowing behind me when I feel the wet pressure of Ian’s lips and tongue on my chest. I can’t help but to start grinding against his thigh again.
“So fucking needy, aren’t you, little moon?”
I nod, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth so hard I swear I see stars.
“Good, I want you needy and wet. I want to give you everything. You’ll never want for anything with me, Luna. You want to come? I’ll make you come so fucking hard you can’t walk. You want a pretty dress? I’ll buy you ten. You want a new hobby? It’s yours.”
“Oh…okay.”
“I’m going to treat you so good, baby. Give you everything you deserve. Let me?”
The way he says ‘let me’ is so sincere and hopeful. I can see the vulnerability as he looks at me. I nod and cup his chin, leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss.
“But what will I give you?”
The look he gives me is incredulous, like the look he has when he thinks I’m being stupid. He opens his mouth, I suspect to say something rude, but closes it. His hand wraps around my throat, and he brings his lips down to mine.
“I get you, your sweetness, your gentle touches. Being around you makes me happy. You make me happy.”
“Then let me make you happy,” I say, standing from his thigh, and with a deep breath, I unzip the side of my dress. It smacks against the floor, and I stand in front of my stepbrother completely naked, except my heels.
“On the bed,” he says in a dark tone. I back up the few feet to the bed, lying down. Not a huge fan of the scent, but I know Ian and I are about to change that.
My bravado slowly starts to fade away as he gets closer and closer to the bed. His clothes are still on, but I need him naked. I need this to move quicker before I lose my own nerve.
I’ve used toys, I’m only human and an Omega at that. I popped my own cherry when I was about sixteen. But I’ve never done the physical act, and from what I felt against Ian’s pants, he’s much…much bigger than what I’ve used before.
He tugs his dress shirt out of his pants and unbuttons each button slowly as his eyes rake along my body. He licks his lips as he watches me, and I feel how slick and ready I am for him.
I can do this. I’m going to do this. I want to do this.
He shucks his dress shirt off, tossing it on the floor before undoing his trousers. As he slides them down his long legs along with his boxers, I watch his cock bob against his firm stomach.
“Holy fuck.” I meant to keep that in my own head, but seeing Ian’s smirk, I know that I didn’t. He crawls up the bed, and I can’t help but stare at his cock. It’s not even just the length, but the girth. I don’t think I can make my fingers touch.
After my initial shock, I look at his knot, which isn’t even fully inflated. I swallow thickly and meet Ian’s eyes as he pushes my hair away from my face.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says softly.
“I…I want to.”
