“Are you a nice omega or a dirty one?”
I shudder.
“Scratch that,” he breathes heavily in my ear. “You’ll let me eat you out, wouldn’t you, Bonnie? Sit on my face while I drown in your slick? Prepare your ass for Rory? Would you scream? Whine for me? Those cute little adorable sounds that make my cock twitch? Would you call my name and beg me for more? Would you crawl for me, omega? On your knees, would you wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock and let me fill you up with my cum?”
I whimper into my fist, unable to stop myself from thrusting back into him, wishing we weren’t wearing clothes.
He thrusts and grinds. The huge ridge of his cock hits all the right spots.
I slide my hand down and rub my clit on the outside of my shorts.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans into my ear. “Just like that.”
He grips my hips with both hands and thrusts against me hard before circling his hips.
I pant, wishing I had more self-restraint, then I wish I was alone with him so I could get on my knees and taste him. I’ve imagined it so many times over the years.
“You’re my favourite fantasy,” I hiss before I can stop myself.
He leans closer. “Am I? How does reality measure up?” He pulls back, and his hand presses against me hard. I bite my wrist, tossing my head back as I grind into his fingers, chasing this elusive as fuck orgasm.
“I want to be inside you,” he says in the most guttural and raw voice I’ve ever heard. “More than I want anything.”
It sends me over the edge. I lower my forehead to the boulder and shudder through it, trying to stay silent as he continues to rub me through my pants.
He pulls back and takes a few steps away. I push up and whirl, looking at him in shock. I can’t believe we just did that here while I’m leading this trip. I have khaki fucking shorts on that are now soaked in slick!
“Dakota!” I say, absolutely appalled.
“Don’t you dare say you're sorry, or I’ll push you down in the dirt and do it again!” he snarls.
“What if I say no?”
“You can, but you won’t,” he says confidently, “because you have been wanting this as much as we have. If you could strip me down and take my knot right here, you would.”
I growl at him, hating that he’s right.
He just shrugs and grins. “I’m not going to be sorry, Bonnie. I want you. There’s no chance I’m going to play fair.”
“I’m not a disposable fuck friend to amuse you.”
He grips my hair, tugging me up close to him and tilting my head back so he can lay his mouth on the spot where my scent gland is. He licks and sucks on the spot until my legs are liquid.
“I don’t want you to amuse me. I want to make you feel good. It’s bizarre, I know, but I find that I’m desperate for you. Disposing of you is the last thing on my mind. If you're not careful, you will find yourself tied up in my sex dungeon.”
“You have a sex dungeon?” I moan.
“Not yet, but you inspire me.”
With that, the asshole walks away whistling. I pretend not to notice him lifting his fingers to his nose and sniffing.
I lean against the boulder and close my eyes. My body is tingling; that wasn’t enough, not by half. I’ve had a taste, and now I want more. Fuck, I need to find a stream and wash my shorts. I scramble off the path to where I know there’s a water source.
As I’m scrubbing in the frigid cold water, I ponder the situation. I’m not sure what to make of them or what to do about them, but he’s not wrong. I do want to be tied up in that dungeon. The truth is, I want them, and not for one fuck.
I want to keep them for as long as I can, enjoying the banter and sex.
Enjoying? What is wrong with me?
