Turning to face him, I find that he’s very close. Our faces are inches apart. My heart starts to race, and his burnt marshmallow scent fills my nose, making me shiver. And there goes my damn cock again. Fuck.
His nostrils flare, eyes lidded with desire. “It’s okay,” my voice cracks as I whisper the words.
He licks his lips, and my eyes follow the movement, my breathing becoming labored. My perfume fills the space around us, and I’m so turned on right now I feel like I’m seconds from snapping and jumping this man.
“Emmett.” The way he says my name, his voice thick with this husky need, has me swallowing back a whimper.
“Yes?” I breathe out, head spinning.
“Are you okay?”
“No.” I shake my head, because I’m not. I need him, and I don’t know why. Okay, I do know why. He’s my Alpha, and this is probably how I’m going to be reacting to this man. And Aiden. It’s not surprising, just something I’m not used to. Like I said, this is the first time in what feels like a lifetime I’m able to get some kind of sexual reaction from a man.
“What can I do to help you?” His eyes search mine. He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t make the first move. He doesn’t push. I think that's why I have the confidence to say what I say next.
“Help me cum.” I swallow thickly. “Please.”
Sloane lets out this deep, guttural groan. “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, and fuck me, this makes me like him even more.
“Yes.” I lick my lips.
Sloane keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slowly lowers himself to his knees.
My breaths are short, quick pants that make my head spin. He doesn’t take his eyes off me until he reaches for the button to my jeans. He pauses, eyes darting back up to mine. “Are you sure?”
I think I’ll be checking myself into the psych ward after this because for the smallest moment, I think I’m in love. With a man I metyesterday.
“Yes.”
He takes my confirmation and undoes my pants. Grabbing the waistband, he pulls my pants and boxers down over my ass, my cock springing free.
It nearly slaps him in the face, hanging heavy and thick, weeping with pre cum.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he growls low in his chest. “Fucking hell, Emmett. Look at you. A fucking piece of art.”
My whole body flushes, my cock twitching at his admiration of my body. Well, my cock. But I still love the compliment.
“Sit down for me, baby.” He guides my hips, getting me to sit on the bed.
Leaning back on shaky arms, I try to steady my breathing as I watch Sloane move between my legs.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he growls, wrapping his massive hand around my cock. My eyes roll, and I don’t hold back the moan that spills from my lips as he gives me a firm squeeze, stroking me from root to tip. “Look at you, fucking leaking. There’s so much. Let’s not let that go to waste."
When his lips wrap around my cock, my eyes snap open. Slaone moans as he sucks me into his mouth, his lips stretching around my girth.
I nearly lose it when he swirls his tongue around the tip, lapping up all the pre cum that continues to spill free. “You taste so fucking good,” Sloane growls when he pulls off. “Such a perfect cock. I can’t wait to know what it feels like inside me.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, my hands gripping at the sheets.
He gives me his signature cocky smile, one I’m growing to like real fast. He takes me into his mouth again, this time working his hand.
My eyes flutter shut, and I let myself fall back on the bed, unable to hold myself up any longer.
“Sloane,” I moan as he takes me all the way to the back of this throat, then cry out when he swallows around my shaft. “Oh fuck!” My hips jerk, thrusting up, making him take more of me. “Shit, sorry,” I quickly say when he gags.
