She reaches back behind her. I hear a zip undo. Blood surges to my cock, and I lurch forward two steps.
We collide in a tangle of limbs. My tongue duels with hers. It’s been forever coming, inevitable. She’s so soft against me, and when I grab her ass and pull her up, she arches her back, trying to get closer.
I feel along her back and unclip her bra, breaking away only to toss the offending material to the floor. I yank off my singlet and kick off my pants.
She breaks out of the kiss and looks down my body and back up, her cheeks staining red, but her eyes getting hungry. Her tongue pokes out and runs along her bottom lip.
“Rebel,” I warn.
Her eyes jump up to mine but drop again to my cock. I reach down and grip it in one hand and stroke it slowly twice. I groan, but I’m much more focused on her.
I reach out and grab the tiny scrap of material that covers her pussy. With one quick yank, I rip it free from her body and bring it to my nose, inhaling the delicious scent of her.
“These must have been uncomfortable to wear.”
“Why?” she breathes.
“Because they are soaked.”
Her eyes widen as I rub them over my face before I toss them aside and grab her hips, turning us both and walking her backwards.
She stops, shoving a hand at my chest and walking into me. I give ground, curious as to where this is going. She kisses my chest, scraping her hot mouth over my nipple while her other hand trails down over my abs and covers my hand over my cock. I think I’m going to die happy.
I hit the wall.
“Rebel,” I warn again.
With wet lips and tousled hair, she looks up at me and then drops to her knees.
Oh, god. I have had dreams of this. So many dreams.
Her other hand slides up through the hairs on my thigh before she cups my balls.
I suck in a breath and slam the back of my head against the wall. “Feels so good, baby.”
“I know. Take your hand away, Devon. Let me do this.”
I let go of my cock, and she takes possession of it, her tiny hands stroking up and down. My head tilts back as I struggle against how good it feels. I try not to, but I rock into her slow movements. I look down at her, all red hair, massive eyes, and pink lips. She looks like a wet dream.
“I should make you beg.”
“I’ll do it,” I say instantly. “If you want me to beg you, I’ll do it.”
“To have my mouth-”
“To have any part of you on me, to stay with me, to be with me. To allow me to breathe in the same world as you. I will beg you, Omega. Please let me be yours, let me touch you.”
“Devon,” she whispers.
“Sofia,” I say her name slowly, drawing it out. My cock is rock hard in her hands, my whole body wired, but I won’t do anything; I won’t break faith with her. Whatever she needs, I will give her.
She leans forward and licks the tip of my cock. A swipe that is like lightning.
I hiss, my thighs trembling. My fingers drive through her hair, knotting in it before I force them to relax and stroke her scalp.
She licks around the rim and up the underside. Nerves light up. I let out a guttural groan, locking my legs so I don’t move. The hand cupping my balls rolls them before she suddenly and without warning engulfs the tip of my dick. She hollows out her cheeks and drags me to bliss.
“Rebel,” I gasp out. “I’m trying to be a good alpha here.”
