“Wait,” he pants. “Inside. I want your scent on my sheets.”
Fuck, how can I deny him that? I’m so wet between my legs I can feel it dripping down my thighs, and I don’t care at all about the mess, don’t care about anything except the way his hands are already on me, shoving up under my shirt and scraping my skin raw.
He moves so fast I don’t realize he’s unbuckled my seatbelt until I’m sprawled across the console, half in his lap. I giggle, but it comes out breathless and high. I dig my nails into his chest, grab at his belt, and he’s right there with me, both of us fumbling to get free.
“Gods, Perry, you’re trouble,” he says, and I know I am.
Every second is in slow-motion. I slide off his lap and race from his truck. He catches me halfway to the porch and swings me around, making me dizzy. I want this. Want him.
He unlocks the door and we’re barely inside when he yanks my pants down so rough and greedy. The cold air is a shock against my skin. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him close. His lips tastes like salt and something sharpunderneath, something that’s just his, and I can’t get enough. He’s got one hand fisted in my hair and the other already working my hole with deft fingers. I moan into his mouth, desperate and hungry, and he drinks it down.
He pushes me back, and for a second I’m weightless, hauled over his shoulder and suspended in the air.
“Tell me what you want, Perry.”
“Make me come, Alpha.” There’s no shame in it, only need.
He tosses me on his bed, dark eyes assessing me. His cock’s trapped and stiff in his pants. I crawl up the bed to reach him.
I lick my lips and help him release his dick from its confines. “Fuck. You’re so big.” My mouth waters, but maybe I’m not ready for him to fuck me in the ass. At least not until I’m in Heat, where I can take him easily.
Buckle pushes hair behind my ear. I squeeze his cock before leaning in for a taste.
Fuck. I need him.
I lap my tongue on the underside of his cock, savoring the salty taste of it. He moans above me. His fingers thread through my hair and tug on just the right side of painful.
It might be because of my Omega designation, but I just love the way Alphas fall apart when I take care of them. I nibble on the tip and lick along the length of him. I can’t tell what Buckle’s saying, but the way his fingers feel in my hair spurs me on. The only thing I’m thinking about is getting this big cock down my throat.
I’m not paying attention to anything else other than to bring this man pleasure. So when his hand slips down my back and between my ass cheeks, I moan. He’s not even touching my hole, just rimming it with the pad of his finger.
“God’s Perry, you’re so wet.”
I spread my legs to slide into Omega presenting form. My back arches. I’ve had plenty of practice with past partners, but Idon’t want to think about that. Not with Buckle and his tasty pre-cum. I hum and suck, taking as much of him as I can.
Much to my sadness, Buckle removes his finger from around my hole. But the look of pure bliss on his face when he licks my slick from his finger makes me even wetter.
He takes out his phone and tips my head to face him. Anticipation builds in my stomach and I know exactly what his plan is. We’re going to send Abel a video of me sucking Buckle’s cock.
“Look at me, baby.” Buckle tips my chin up to look at him.
My lips never leave his cock. My hands never leave his balls.
Buckle grins. “Good job, baby.” He adjusts something on his phone before turning it towards himself. “Hey babe, are you ready for your show?” Buckle turns the phone back towards me and thrusts into my mouth.
I make the most obscene sounds. My eyes flutter back. Just the thought of Abel watching this later makes my cock harder. I moan and twist my hands around Buckle’s dick to give Abel a show.
I pull away from Buckles dick and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “Buckle’s cock issogood, Abel.” I lick my lips and bat my lashes for good measure.
“That’s right baby,” Buckle says as he fists my hair with his free hand.
My eyes shutter closed as I try to give Abel a show and make Buckle feel good.
“So fucking good for me, Perry.” Buckle thrusts a few more times before he pulls out of my mouth.
I whimper, not wanting to be empty. “Come back,” I whine.
“Turn around, show him your pretty little hole.”
