“If we could speed things up, just a little.”
“What does speeding things up look like for you, Sloane?” he asks, his scent nearly causing me to malfunction.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
“I am touching you.”
I grab his hand off of my hip and place it above my pussy. The back of his head falls back against his headrest, and he lets out an agonized groan. But thankfully for my ego and my wanton body, he doesn’t pull his hand away.
“You were just crying,” he argues. Still not moving his hand, though.
“I’m not anymore. But if we don’t get a little more skin on skin action, I just might cry all over again,” I reply as a joke, but I might be serious.
It’s been so long since I’ve had someone touch me intimately. Not only do I miss it, I want it from Bram. Our constant flirting has felt like the longest edging of my life.
“Please, Bram.”
His eyes search mine, and something in my face must break him down because he slides his hand into my yoga pants, shifting them down my hips. Bram looks down at my panty-covered pussy before toying with the edges.
I can’t take it anymore and grab his chin, leaning over for a kiss. His lips meet mine in an almost growl as he kisses me back, his fingers sliding over my wet clit and entrance.
His other hand fists my hair, controlling the kiss.
I feel consumed by his scent and his presence, not even caring that we’re two blocks from my house or parked on the side of the street right now. I need this.
I need to feel alive.
I gasp when Bram pushes two fingers inside of me, our lips parting as I let the much-needed sensation roll through me.
“You're drenching my hand, Omega,” he says in a gruff, deep tone. His chest is rumbling with a purr.
God, I’ll never get enough of the fact that I do that to him.
“What are you going to do with it after?” I ask in quick pants.
The large Alpha smiles at me, his hand tightening in my hair.
“What would you like me to do? Lick it clean? Stroke my cock with it?” he asks, and I can tell he’s absolutely serious.
“I want the first time you taste me to be with your lips on my pussy,” I whisper, making him groan and shift my body harder against his cock.
“You’re such a tease with this sweet wet pussy and that dirty mouth, little Omega.”
“How am I a tease when your fingers are dee?—”
He cuts my words off, curling his fingers inside of me while his palm rubs my clit. The moan that rips through me ricochets throughout his car as I place a hand on the ceiling while I ride out my orgasm on his hand.
I can feel how wet his hand is, and it only makes me come harder.
“Fuck,” I hiss out. My body is shaking as my cunt grips his fingers, wishing it was a knot. God, I bet Bram has a thick knot that would stretch me so good.
He slows down his pace, his fingers leisurely rubbing against my walls, and I come down from my orgasm.
I lick my lips and meet his eyes before smiling and kissing him again. This time it’s slower, more sensual, as our lips explore.
Suddenly, my phone blares from the passenger seat, and I jolt on Bram’s lap as I lean over and dig out my phone from my purse. His hand slides out of my pants, and they’re still halfway down my thighs as I see my dad’s name and picture on the phone.
I sit back down on Bram’s lap, and he adjusts my panties and slides my pants back up, making for a very wet and uncomfortable moment for me.
