Chapter 25 #2
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, the raw praise sending a pleasant shiver through me that only grew more intense when he added my favorite phrase. “Good girl.”
He pushed his fingers inside me, hitting a deep ache that made my hips jerk off the wood. I threw my head back, a loud, messy moan tearing out of my throat. He took his time, driving me crazy, using his thumb to grind against my clit while his other hand held my hips down.
I opened my eyes, gasping for air—and stilled.
A shadow had fallen across the open doorway.
Colt stood perfectly still in the concrete aisle. He held a manila folder in one hand—probably a stud lineage record or a veterinary chart—but the thick paper crinkled in his grip. The cold stone of his signature warmed, flooding the office with the mouthwatering notes of dark chocolate.
He was staring right at my parted thighs, his jaw locked tight enough to crack a molar.
Perhaps I should’ve been modest. Demure, even. I should have shoved Gideon away or scrambled to pull my skirt down. Instead, the thrill of being watched by the one man who had kept himself just out of reach hit my system like a match to gasoline.
I didn’t look away. I arched my back, bracing my weight on my hands, and took Gideon’s driving pace while holding Colt’s dark, tortured stare.
Gideon felt the surge of my arousal and the tight clamp of my pussy around his fingers, but his rhythm didn’t falter.
He didn’t turn around. But the slight tilt of his head told me he already knew exactly who was standing in that doorway—and he’d probably known before I did.
The corner of his mouth curved, just barely.
The ever-observant part of him had clocked Colt’s presence and made a decision.
He wanted Colt to watch.
Releasing an animalistic growl that incinerated his caretaker facade, Gideon pulled his hand away from my slick core. Gripping my hips, he spun me around and bent me over his desk.
I slammed my hands flat onto the scarred wood, accidentally scattering the dense OMA exemption forms and knocking his cold coffee cup aside.
Gideon didn’t reach for his zipper. Instead, he caught the hem of my skirt and bunched it all the way up to the small of my back, leaving me exposed. Sliding his hands over my hips, he tightened his fingers until my ass cheeks dimpled under the pressure.
Suddenly, a palm cracked hard against my right cheek.
The sharp, stinging slap shocked a loud whine out of my throat. I arched my back, my heart kicking into a wild rhythm as he immediately stroked the exact spot he’d just struck.
“Too much?” he murmured, his thumb tracing a gentle circle over the blooming heat. For one breath, the commanding edge dropped and the caretaker surfaced—checking, always checking, even now.
“Not enough,” I panted.
I peeked over my shoulder, catching the hunger in his eyes as it deepened, and his grip tightened.
The quiet peacekeeper who spent his life putting everyone else’s needs first let go of the last threads of his restraint. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks, his touch selfish, rough, and demanding.
The rasp of his zipper had me squirming in place. He stepped flush against my back, the blunt, hot head of his cock pressing directly against my soaking entrance. But he didn’t push forward. Gideon held his ground, his thumb reaching down to drag a slow, maddening circle right over my swollen clit.
“Tell me you want this, Jules,” he demanded against my ear.
“Yes! Gideon, please,” I gasped, canting my hips backward to try and impale myself on his length.
He locked his grip on my waist, holding me perfectly still. “Please what? You want my cock, Sweetheart? Beg me for it.”
My inner Omega melted under his unexpected dominance. I abandoned every last shred of my pride. “Yes. Fuck, yes, give it to me. I need you inside me.”
“You need what inside you?” he pressed. “My fingers?”
“No,” I whined, blushing. “You’re… You’re cock.”
“Good girl,” he purred.
From further in the room, Colt groaned, driving my need higher.
Gideon surged forward, driving himself inside me to the hilt.
A loud, shameless mewl tore out of my throat.
He didn’t have the heavy, expanding base of an Alpha’s knot, but because of that, he was longer, and I gasped from how deep he plunged, stretching me perfectly.
While I was sure Gideon didn’t see it this way, his lack of a knot was a perk rather than a shortcoming.
Just thinking about how he could fuck me endlessly, never stopping, riding me through one orgasm, then another, then another…
Oh fuck! Just thinking about the roll of pleasure sent my greedy pussy into a spastic flutter.
Gideon went still. His forehead dropped between my shoulder blades and a shuddering exhale poured out of him, hot against my skin.
His fingers flexed on my hips, and for one naked second, he was just a man feeling his Omega around him for the first time.
The sound he made, low, broken, and reverent, told me he’d been waiting for this moment longer than any of us knew.
Then he moved, and the dominant Beta came roaring back.
He snapped his hips forward, establishing a brutal rhythm that pinned me to the desk. I pushed up on my forearms, finding Colt just as he took a half step out of the shadows.
The manila folder slipped from Colt’s grip, hitting the concrete, forgotten. His attention was locked onto the exact point where Gideon’s hips met mine. His hunger was palpable, and his hand dropped straight to the huge bulge behind his own denim zipper.
My lungs seized. I watched, paralyzed by the sight as Colt gripped his rigid length and stroked. His jaw locked tight as he jerked his cock to the exact rhythm Gideon pounded into me.
“Take it, Jules,” Gideon rasped, his usually calm voice shredded. He slapped my ass, leaving a fresh, stinging heat in its wake. “Take my cock.”
I moaned, the visual of my stoic Alpha touching himself while my Beta took what he wanted from me was a total system overload.
I shattered way too quickly, my orgasm sneaking up and overwhelming me. A broken, soaring cry filled the office as my climax crashed through my bloodstream. My internal muscles clamped down hard, milking every inch of Gideon’s length.
Releasing a harsh, guttural shout, Gideon’s fingers bit into my waist as he buried himself to the hilt, filling me with jet after jet of his hot release.
For a suspended moment, he leaned over my back, resting his weight over me and pressing me into the wooden desk top before finding his strength and pulling out cleanly, leaving my body humming while his cum leaked down my thighs.
I collapsed onto the scattered paperwork, my chest heaving against the wood as I tried to remember how to breathe.
In the doorway, Colt dropped his hand from his jeans, which sported a brand-new wet spot along the front.
He looked ruined, his chest rising and falling rapidly before he finally forced himself to take a step backward.
His boots were silent on the concrete as he retreated like he’d never been there, disappearing down the aisle.
Gideon stepped back, the sound of his zipper pulling up cutting through the heavy silence of the room.
I pushed myself upright, my legs trembling violently as I smoothed the flowy fabric of my skirt back down over my bare thighs.
I brushed a damp streak of hair out of my face, looking from the empty doorway back to Gideon, who was leaning against the edge of the desk, looking more ruffled than I had ever seen him.
I couldn’t help it. A breathless, wicked laugh bubbled up in my chest.
“Well,” I said, flashing an exhausted grin. “That was a lot more fun than paperwork.”