Chapter 26 #2
“Give me one before I fuck you,” he growls between strokes of his tongue against my clit. “Show me how worked up you got on the way here.”
If someone told me I’d be able to come on command after barely a minute of getting eaten out, I would’ve thought they were delusional. But my orgasm hits me lightning fast, and I tip forward as my pussy clenches, his arm banded around my waist the only thing holding me upright as I moan his name.
“Fuck, such a good girl,” he groans, giving me a few more licks before standing. There’s a rustle of fabric behind me as he frees his cock, and I shudder as he grasps my shoulder, maneuvering me to the angle needed for him to press inside me and…
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as he sheathes himself in me in one deep, rough thrust. The stretch feels divine, and my skin burns as he sets a brutal pace, slamming inside me. I go limp, unable to hold myself up, but he keeps me upright and pinned on his cock.
“How do you feel so fucking perfect every time?” His teeth scrape against my shoulder, and I’m coming around him, squeezing down so hard he can barely move inside me. It’s like my pussy is trying to make up for his lack of knot and trap him there, regardless.
He shudders, fingers sinking into my flesh hard enough that they’ll leave marks I’ll savor later, fighting not to follow me over the edge yet.
“Say it again,” he growls, pumping inside me, relentless as another orgasm builds.
“I love you,” I pant, the heat and need inside me continuing to rise.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Jackson’s hips stutter, and this time when I come, he follows me with a deep, guttural moan and a hoarse “I love you.”
After three orgasms, I should be sated, but a whine bubbles out of me when he pulls out, his cum splattering against my thighs and onto the ground.
Jackson stiffens at the sound of need, turning me around to scan my face. His fingers brush against my skin. “Shit, you’re too hot.”
“Thanks,” I giggle.
He shakes his head, brow furrowing. “No, like you’re burning up.”
Fuck, that’s why my omega is begging me for a knot.
“Can you wait until we get back to your place?”
I go to nod, but a cramp hits me and I whine again. “Need a knot.”
Jackson rakes a hand through his hair, concern etched on his brow. “Shit. I shouldn’t have brought you here. The guys won’t get here any faster than it would take for us to go home.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, upset that I’m ruining what would’ve been a perfect moment with a damn heat spike. A heat spike that I hoped to avoid on the increased suppressant dose.
Dammit.
“Shh, no, don’t be sorry. We can handle this.” He goes over to the picnic bench, testing its sturdiness with his weight. “It should hold.” He yanks his jacket off, then his shirt, and arranges them to cover the bench, then gestures for me to lie on top of it.
“I’m going to ruin your clothes,” I protest.
He shakes his head. “Baby, they’ll be my most prized possession after you get your slick all over them.”
I lie down, and he’s on his knees before me, spreading my thighs and running his hand through the mess we’ve made. Once his fingers are coated, he slides two of them inside me and presses against the spot where a knot would sit, watching my face.
It feels amazing, but my omega isn’t satisfied. “More,” I beg, face heating at the whine in my tone.
He adds a third finger. Still not enough. “Please.”
A hungry gleam shines in his eyes as Jackson watches my face. “Shh, I’ll give you what you need.”
He gathers up more of my slick and pinches his fingers and thumbs together, pressing all of them inside me.
The stretch is more intense than anything I’ve experienced, and I cry out at the blissful pressure of him easing his hand inside me.
“There we go,” he murmurs, watching as he sinks inside me. “Look at you. Such a good omega.”
The cry that I release, feeling his hand inside me, echoes out into the night air. Slick gushes from me as his knuckles create pressure against that perfect spot inside me, stretching and demanding more from me than any knot could.
“Told you I’d take care of you.”
I stare at him, eyes wide and mouth open as he grinds his knuckles inside me, sparks of white-hot pleasure building.
“Who needs a knot when you take my fist so well? You’re mine, omega. Take what you need from your beta.”
My release crashes over me at his words, brutal and demanding, as I seize around his hand and he murmurs filthy praise. I chant his name over and over as one orgasm blends into another as he grinds gently inside me over and over.
When the heat on my skin cools and I let out a shaky sigh, Jackson slowly eases his hand out of my overstretched cunt. He stares down at his hand and my pussy, looking as stunned as I feel.
“That was…” he rasps.
“Unreal,” I finish for him.
He chuckles, hands smoothing up and down my spread thighs. “Was going to say the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but yeah.”
“It’s definitely a handy trick.”
He groans at my terrible pun, and even though he fisted the life out of me on a derelict picnic bench, I’m remarkably comfortable.
He helps me up and tugs my sweats back in place, pressing a soft kiss to my stomach while he’s still kneeling in front of me. When he stands, I get a glimpse of how hard he is again, his erection pressing against his fly.
Jackson notices me looking and shakes his head. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up. The guys will kill me if you end up with bug bites on your ass because I kept you out here longer than necessary.”