Amber tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. “Can we at least play some music?”
I threw the key fob into her lap and threw my cellphone over her legs to the passenger side. “Don’t make me wait.”
She squealed, turning on the vehicle. I opened the rear door and climbed into the backseat. I waited until Amber found a station she liked, rubbing my cock trying to wake the damn thing back up.
Amber looked at me and smiled. “I love this fucking song.” She noticed my hand stroking my pitiful erection. A smug grin appeared on her face. “Now, if you’d hurried the fuck up, we could’veskippedthe foreplay.”
She opened the door and made her way into the back, where I sat waiting.
She crawled to me on all fours, her eyes getting heavier with each predatory movement. “Now I have to work for it.” Ass in the air, she undid my belt buckle without breaking our shared gaze.
Fuck, I was ready to be devoured.
As Amber’s hand slid into my pants, she rocked forward on her knees to kiss me. This kiss differed from the ones before. It was slow. It was careful. It was… not what I wanted.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away from me. “There is something else dying to know what those lips feel like.”
She tugged my needy cock from my boxers and allowed me to push her head down where it awaited the warmth of her mouth. She held it firmly, first licking the tip, then running her tongue down my shaft.
My phone vibrated up front from an incoming call, the ringing blaring through the speakers of the SUV.
“You gonna answer that, Alpha?” Amber asked, her lips brushing against my cock. She took me in her mouth without waiting for an answer.
“Shit,” I moaned, tossing my head back.
The ringing continued for five more seconds before the R&B song Amber loved reclaimed its spot on the airwaves.
My gamma had better take the hint soon, because if Amber stopped sucking my cock like it was her last meal, I swore under the fucking Moon—forget a promotion—I would demote Maya to omega.
But maybe I’d do it regardless, because with the thought of home, my erection began to fall again.
Fuck. No, no, no.
I grabbed at Amber’s hair and bobbed her head faster on my cock, my grunts enticing her to tighten the grip her lips had around my length.
The sound of an incoming text message pinged through the speakers.
From… The Hunter…
My hand froze atop Amber’s head, but thankfully, she didn’t slow.
I don’t appreciate the tone of some of your fucking texts, Blackwood.
I turned my head toward the front of the SUV, relief washing over me.
She was okay.
From… The Hunter… And now you won’t answer your phone?
She wasokay.
My cock jerked against Amber’s tongue. She groaned, letting her head drop as far as she could before she gagged. She was oblivious to the weight of the artificial voice that kept interrupting the current rap song, so she kept sucking.
And Joanna was okay.
From… The Hunter… I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because you also left a few frantic voicemails… But I’m fine… Alpha.
I came. Hard.
