He can’t even look at me. It’s always been this way.
If he looks, he’ll come.
It might be the hottest thing about having sex with him.
He’s so into me that the littlest thing can push him over the edge.
Watching me while I suck him is one of those things.
He strokes my hair and tugs me down again, and I moan as the salty taste of his load hits my tongue. He holds me on his cock while his cum fills up my mouth and runs down my throat.
I swallow, over and over again, drinking down every last drop.
He sighs and opens his eyes. “Fucking hell, Harper.”
He lets me go and I move back, letting his still hard cock pop out of my mouth.
“I could do all of that all over again,” I admit. “But we should probably start to head home, before our Alphas worry about a kidnapping or something.”
I find my underwear and use the outside of the boxer briefs like a cloth to wipe my cum off my cock. Then I put on my pants and shoes and look around for my shirt.
“Here,” Jay hands it to me. “I might have ripped a few buttons.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to look like a degenerate on the ride home.”
He laughs as he gets up and puts his own shirt back on, keeping the sleeves rolled up.
My shirt is a mess. I do up the few buttons I can still use anyway.
Jay goes back around to the driver’s seat of the car, and I get in the passenger side, stuffing my cum soaked underwear in the glove compartment.
“Don’t let me forget that,” I warn him.
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I always check the glove when I take the rental back.”
That’s probably a good thing. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve cleaned up and stuffed the evidence in that compartment.
The last thing we need is the rental place figuring out an Omega is part of the pack that rents this limo.
Jay starts the engine, and then I catch him sucking on his fingers.
“You didn’t wipe your hand?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Why would I?” he asks, licking his forearm to clear a trail of my slick away.
“Uh, because it’s going to be distracting,” I murmur.
He smiles. “It won’t take too long to lick it all off. It never does.”
“And what about the chance of leaving my scent all over the car?”
Because let’s be real, that’s more likely to worry him than being a bit of a tease to me when I’ve already been sated.
“I clean everything in this car before I hand it back. There’s never one trace of your scent in it. Not a single drop. We’re all good.”
He drives one handed for the first ten minutes while he licks his right hand clean.
“Good thing this is an automatic,” I mumble, making him laugh.
