Chapter 8
When we sauntered in the door, a wave of relief washed over the three waiting faces. Tansy and Crystal let out a collective sigh while Ramsay grinned like an idiot. He mouthed ‘you and Eric?’ while making an obscene hand gesture that he tried and failed to shield from the women. I just smirked and nodded. Ramsay smiled, looking somehow more relieved than the other two, and gave us a thumbs up as Eric and I went up the stairs together.
“It feels like ages since I’ve had you to myself,” Eric growled, running his hand down my jaw when we reached the bedroom. “Not that I don’t enjoy sharing you, but…”
“Well, you have me,” I said. “So now’s a good time to apologize.”
He snorted. “I already apologized.”
I grabbed his wrist and narrowed my eyes as I pulled him lower to my eye level. “Apologize with your mouth.”
A slow smirk spread across Eric’s lips. “Is that an order?”
“Yes.”
I grabbed hold of his hair and eased him down, and he obeyed without further question. I knew he was just as eager for this as I was, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy to boss him around a little after all the torment he put me through.
I leaned back against the bedroom door as Eric put his hands on my waist, undoing my zipper painfully slowly. He was taunting me on purpose. I growled and tightened my fingers in his hair.
“Come on. Hurry up.”
He cocked a brow at me. His hand lingered on my waistband, not quite pulling it down yet. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll slap you with my cock.”
That surprised him. He let out a short laugh. “Oh, really? What if I’d like to see that?”
I scowled. “Then keep acting up, brat.”
“An omega calling apack leadera brat,” Eric muttered, locking eyes with me as he slowly wiggled down my jeans. “Are you sure you should be talking to me that way?”
I snorted. “You’re the one on your knees.”
Eric’s smirk didn’t fade as he undressed me down to my bare cock. I was rock hard already from the dirty talk and teasing alone. Eric took me in his hand and pressed his face close to the base of my shaft. Fuck, did he look good in this position.
He pressed his lips to the side of my cock, slowly moving up and down lengthwise. I groaned. His mouth was hot and hungry, and though he was still teasing me, he wasn’t holding anything back. His tongue licked up every inch of my skin and when he sucked, it was an act of desperation.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Still want to slap me?” Eric asked, his dark eyes sparkling with lust as he gazed up at me from under his lashes.
“With my cock?” I asked. “Yes.”
“Do it, then.”
I huffed and gripped my dick. I pressed it to Eric’s cheek, which only made him growl.
“Harder,” he said. “Is that all you can manage, omega? A weak little motion like that?”
I narrowed my eyes and slapped his cheek with my cock. Eric grinned, his expression sleazy and dirty. He was definitely enjoying this. My cock slapped his face again a little harder, making an obscene sound, and Eric groaned.
He suddenly grabbed my cock and sucked on the head. I hissed through my teeth as pleasure shot through my body. He blew me with such enthusiasm that it made my brain foggy. I melted against the door, my knees buckling slightly as I grabbed onto the wall for support.
From the mischievous look on Eric’s face, I knew he wanted more. I popped my dick out of his mouth and gave him a wet slap with it. His cheeks were flushed and his own erection tented his jeans.
“Getting slapped by a cock turns you on?” I teased.
“I guess it does,” Eric said, giving my dick a taunting lick. “But only yours.”
