It’s reckless and fucking stupid, but apparently I’ve lost every single goddamn brain cell at 30,000 something feet. This sweet smelling Omega has officially made me lose control as I grip the hem of her leggings and rip them at the crotch.
Brock is mumbling what sounds like a plethora of curses as Shiloh smiles at me.
She looks radiant, all her thick brown hair hanging from one side of her face as her soft hands press against my chest and she lowers her wet, needy cunt down on my length.
A shallow whimper slips out of her mouth as she slides further down on my cock, taking me all the way to my knot. Her slick is already dripping onto my slacks as the scent of sweet, sticky lemon invades my every rational thought.
“Good,” I tell her. “Right there. You’re going to grind on my knot as much as you need till we land, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says, tangling her hands in my hair as she presses all her weight on me.
Her hips shift slightly, grinding her clit against my pelvis as she sits and takes the full feeling she needs.
I hold Shiloh against me, my eyes still monitoring everything on the dash, but I don’t worry too much with Brock in control.
Her lips are on my neck, kissing and nipping every once and a while. She tortures me with her slow movements. I don’t think I’ve ever been edged like this before, but the longer she can sit on my dick satisfied, the better.
I like how comfortable she is. That I’m the one taking care of her, that I’m meeting her needs. My only hope is that Jonah and Mack will feel the same when they meet her.
Against my better judgment, I thrust up into her slightly, making her moan and her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Come for me,” she whispers, and a shiver trickles down my spine.
She wants my knot larger, and she wants me to fill her with my cum. I’m a weak, pathetic man, because I want to give her the same. We probably should’ve discussed birth control and a slew of other shit. But the fact is she’s already gripping my knot like a fucking vise that has me ready to give her whatever she wants.
I fist her hair and she sighs in relief as I fuck her from below, my hips slapping against her ass as her lips part and eyes close from satisfaction.
Knowing I put that look on her face, that I’m the one taking care of her, sends me over the edge.
My knot swells to its largest size as I rut her from below. Her body quivers with her own release as we hold each other by our hair as she shatters around me and I fill her completely.
She collapses against my chest, making me groan as she moves with my knot tightly inside of her.
It’s like she wants to burrow inside of me with how close she is and I think I might enjoy being needed more than I ever imagined.
Shiloh has been petting me, rubbing her face against my chest, and torturing me with her sweet pussy for what feels like an eternity, when my knot finally goes down.
I’m covered in slick and cum, but she doesn’t move to shift off my cock.
“More,” she whispers against my ear. “Please, Alpha,” she says louder.
Brock laughs. “So completely fucked.”
Her scent picks up again, and despite it feeling impossible, I’m already growing hard inside of her.
“Take what your Alpha gives you, sweetheart,” I tell her, kissing her hair, then face, before nipping at her jaw.
She pulls back from me and smiles with lust filled eyes.
God, she’s fucking beautiful…but clearly disobedient as she takes what she wants, not what I give her, by shifting herself up and down my shaft.
Brock’s right, I’m so completely fucked.
The slick sounds of her pussy taking me repeatedly has me resting the back of my head on the chair and thinking about flight paths, navigation systems, and all the protocols I’m breaking, so I don’t come too fast.
I glance over at the radar. Fuck, we still have some time to go. I think this Omega might just break me. She deserves more than some mile high heat. Granted, it is in the cockpit, so that has to be some supreme title for fucking at high altitude.
Shiloh makes the sweetest little noise as she takes what she wants, using my cock for relief and I fall apart.
