Fun.
I ended the call, tossing my phone onto the bed with a deep sigh. This wasperfect. As if I didn’t have enough to do this weekend, I had to deal with Jade and her stupid bet. It wasn’t the fact that she basically dared me to find someone else, it was knowing how smug she would be if I failed. She helped me with my heat and she was already rubbing it in my face, just like I knew she would.
Ignoring my phone, I showered and got dressed. My thighs were still wobbly. It was difficult to stand without trembling all over. Fucking Jade and her fucking penis. Some of my memories were hazy, but I did remember her railing my body until I came so much, I passed out. It wasn’t unpleasant, remembering the way she felt on top of me. It should’ve been, but it wasn’t. She didn’t even get undressed for the first few hours, not until I had more control of myself. And then lying beside her, feeling her naked skin against my own as she took her time, enjoying every moment of my heat with me…It wasn't unpleasant.
Damn her.
My heat lingered, even if it was subdued after last night. It would be safe to be in public, provided I didn’t have a pheromone spike. Jade wouldn’t have left me alone if she thought I still needed her. After downing one giant inhibitor, I stuffed my dirty clothes into a dresser drawer, grabbed my purse, phone, and the hotel room key, and went downstairs to the hotel lobby. Today was more mixers, some parties, fancy meals, all for greasing fingers and making connections. The pre-convention activities were almost as popular as the convention itself. Tomorrow I would walk the booths, hopefully finding new goodies for the bakery, and maybe some goodies for myself. But until then, I had a bet to win.
It was all business casual today, with skirts and heels and suits. Pantyhose were practically a requirement. I’d chosen a red halter top dress, something a bit more sexy than my normal outfit. It was the only shirt that covered all the bite marks on my chest. Jade nibbled on me like I was a piece of cheese. My nipples were still sore from her sucking on them. I couldn’t wear a bra even if I wanted to. Just the brush of my dress against my chest made me wince.
I spent the next few hours attending the mixers, eating lunch with some colleagues, and all the while pretending my nipples weren’t chafed to hell. Jade wasn’t around, but I knew she was here somewhere. There’s no way she’d miss the chance to goad me about our bet, or reap the rewards if I failed.
Roaming the hallways between events, I sipped a fruity cocktail, prancing around on my wobbly thighs as I tried tweaking Alpha Net again. After several drinks, I wasn’t sure if the wobbling was from the sex, or if I was a little bit more tipsy than I thought I was. Getting tipsy was always a gamble. It made me lose control of my pheromones, even with an inhibitor in my system. That wasn’t smart, considering I was still in heat, but I doubted anyone would smell me. The hotel had such strict air control in the public rooms, it was almost like turning my nose off. No pheromones anywhere. This must be what betas felt like. Lucky betas, not having stupid smells mess with their brains.
No matter how much I tweaked the app, fixing my preferences, adding new kinks I wasn’t even sure I was into, Jade was the only result. There’s no way.There’s no way.
Grabbing another drink, I went down the hall, checking every room, stumbling over my feet as the alcohol seeped into me. I found her in a room at the end of the hallway. A few Alpha females were seated near the couch she was sitting on. Always wearing her pretty clothes, and those tight skirts. They were so tight, you could always see the bulge between her thighs.Jade’s penis didn’t retract, not like it was supposed to on an Alpha female. It was always out, and she showed that impressive package off. Underneath her skirt was knee high tights with a garter belt, and the buckles showed when she crossed her legs. Always so sexy. Sexy Jade and her sexy, tight clothes. Even her hair looked sexy today, pulled up into a loose bun. She never had her hair up like that. It was always long and loose, flowing like a cape behind her.
I walked right up to her, drink in one hand, my phone in the other, capturing her gaze as a slight hiccup left my mouth. “Why?” I asked her, my lips curving into a pout.
“Everyone out,” she said, her eyes never leaving my face. That bulge on the front of her skirt was so big. I wanted to rub against it. It always felt good to rub against her.
Chugging the last of my drink, I tossed the glass somewhere and climbed onto her lap, straddling her hips. My purse fell off my shoulder, and I dropped my phone onto the couch. I leaned over her, gently touching her neck, her chin, staring deep into those silver eyes that had always entranced me.
“Why is it always you?”
Did I mean the app? Or did I mean…everything else?
“Daph,” she whispered. The nickname I’d always hated made shivers run up my spine.
“I don’t want it to be you.” I wasn’t even sure what I meant. The drinks, the smell of her, it clouded my brain. Being this close, her pheromones seeped through, soaking into my skin. Her scent made me feel alive. It always had. I hovered over her lips, longing to sink myself into the abyss, craving the pleasure she always gave me.
“Damn it,” she hissed low in her throat. Her arm hooked around me and she stood up, taking me with her, slamming me against the wall of the conference room. Low, muffled voicescame from the other side. They would hear us if we were too loud.
With one arm holding me upright, she reached out and locked the door, so no one could disturb what was about to happen. I was tipsy. But I still wanted this. I wanted her. She set me on my feet for one second before ripping my pantyhose right at the crotch, making an opening she could easily use. She lifted me in her arms again, holding me upright as she pressed her bulge against my thong. I was so wet, I left a long streak of slick on the front of her skirt.
“So fucking slutty,” she reproached with a grin. “Look at you, walking around in this dress. Everyone in the entire hotel can see your nipples.” She stared down at them, at the small puckers of fabric on my chest that betrayed how hard my nipples were. Lifting her skirt, she pulled her thick cock out, pushing it against my thong to catch every drop of slick. “Tell me why you wore this dress, and I’ll fuck you.”
I clasped my hands behind her neck, the words easily slipping out of my mouth. Touching her had unlocked my hesitation. “You left bite marks all over my boobs.”
She withdrew and thrust her cock inside me, giving me her entire length. “Do you know how hard it was not to mark you all over your body?” She fucked me hard, slamming me into the wall, her bangs falling over her eyes as she took me without restraint. “You go to a convention where everyone is trying to hookup with everyone, and you think you can use an app to find someone else to fuck you? You drive me crazy, Daphne.”
I moaned as she bent over my chest, slipping her tongue underneath the fabric to my heated skin. She nibbled all over my tits, my collarbone, sucking on the marks that were already there and making new ones to join them. The sting of her teeth drove my pleasure higher, and I tossed my head back against the wall, trying desperately to stay quiet. I was so close, caught in thatmoment before climax where time seems to stand still. There was only my impending release, and the feel of her cock inside me.
This was what I craved. Every day and every night. I craved her.
“Let me hear it,” she whispered, her teeth nibbling the edge of my earlobe. “Moan for me, Daphne. I want to hear you cum for me.” I couldn’t be loud. The people next door might hear us. “Tell me you love my cock.” She fucked me harder, angling her hips just right until I couldn’t help myself. I moaned long and low, my body starting to tremble as I got closer to the edge. “Tell me you like the way I fuck you. You’re such a pretty slut, taking my cock like this.”
Every word from her lips made me burn all over. I hated and loved it when she talked to me like that. “S-stop it,” I stuttered, digging my fingernails into her back as a wave rushed over me, so close to climax I couldn’t breathe.
“You want me to stop? Hmm?”
If she stopped, I would go crazy.
“No,” I whispered, and clutched her closer, holding the back of her neck with my hand. “More.”
Slamming into my pussy, Jade fucked an orgasm out of me, and I forgot we had to be quiet as I moaned and screamed at the top of my lungs. The pleasure was so intense, just like it always had been. I craved more of it.
