"Yes," he said.
His hand shot out towards my face, grabbing my cheeks. Fingers dug into my skin, forcing me towards him. All of a sudden, the car was filled with his scent. Plumes of that warm, burning scent quickly filled the car. My entire body relaxed, submitting to the pheromones. His scent was so overwhelming that it alone made my panties slick. Eyes half-lidded as I let myself sink into the feeling. Though allowing alpha pheromones to consume you like that could be dangerous, I trusted him.
"Just not too long, yeah? I'm not the most patient man."
A sound poured from my mouth that was supposed to be words, but it came out more like a muffled moan.
The growl that came from Cameo's lips didn't make anything easier. He bent towards me, his face leaning into my neck and inhaling me.
"This is how I like your scent," he said. "Needy for alpha cock."
I whined, so lost in the moment I couldn't care we were parked onmystreet.
"Tesoro," Cameo moaned. His lips came down on my throat in what I could only describe as a claiming kiss. My hands wrapped around his neck. The scent in the car was almost cloying, but I couldn't get enough of it.
"Cameo," I pleaded. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for. I just needed more.
More touching, more kissing.
More of him.
In what felt like a single fluid movement, he unbuckled me and lifted me so I was in his lap. His car was much larger than mine, so there was room for my thighs to settle on the sides of his. I ground down on his lap, needing any friction I could get.
"You really wanted it, didn't you slut?"
His hand came up and circled my neck, bringing me down for a real kiss. Our lips touched, and everything felt like it was on fire. It felt like a collision of sorts, a momentous one. His tongue easily found its way inside of me, and I craved it all.
Then he pulled back just a bit to bite my lip hard, before soothing it with his tongue.
Hands slipped under my shirt and snaked beneath my bra. I moaned in his mouth as he played with my body. It seemed he was just doing whatever he wanted. Touching me how he pleased, using me as if this was the last time he’d get to.
"More," I said against him.
He let out a dark chuckle. "I hope you didn't care about these tights."
Before I could question him, his hand was between my skirt and pulling at my tights until they split. The tearing sound of the thread was deafening.
There was no gentleness, no waiting. His fingers worked down and over my mound through my panties. Just that small bit of friction was brain-melting.
"So fucking wet for me," he commented. "I bet you've been like this for a while, huh? Missing my pack fucking you silly."
"Yes." The admission rolled off my tongue involuntarily.
"Good girl."
He rewarded my admission with exactly what I asked for.
More.
Cameo moved aside my drenched panties to touch me directly. It didn't take him any time at all to find my clit and startworking little circles over it. My entire body shuddered. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His hand between my legs came up, and he shoved his fingers into my mouth. My taste and the taste of his skin coiled on my tongue. "Be quiet, tesoro. Wouldn't want your neighbors to get a glimpse of you getting felt up in a strange alpha's car, would you?"
I tried to keep myself quiet, but with the way he was touching me, it felt almost impossible. He replaced his hand on my clit with the other one, and didn't stop. My hips ground down against him, needing to match his motions and get myself closer to release.
Though as I did, he would pull away, taking my pressure. I whined as the urge waned, and he started again.
After the third time of this repeating pattern, I whined against his hand.
