Chapter 30
SKYLAR
The cramps are debilitating.
But I finally have Vincent all to myself, and the shower is calling my name.
He exposes my breasts and his eyes dart to them.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Look at these.”
My nipples ache for attention at the same time slick drips out of me.
“Orgasms help with the cramps,” I groan, as his fingers gently trace around my nipples.
“I heard you, Skylar,” he says. “And I’ll be happy to provide you with those.”
His eyes stay focused on my chest as he gently tugs at one nipple, while palming my breast with his other hand.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Oh,” I gasp, pressing my back against the sink.
Vincent takes his time. His massive hands encompass my chest, squeezing roughly and abusing my oversensitive nipples.
“Does this help the cramps, baby?” he says, his voice low. “Does this make my poor Omega feel better?”
I can only reply with a groan as he fondles my chest.
My panties are soaked, and soon, the crotch of my jeans is wet, too.
But Vincent doesn’t stop as my gasps fill the bathroom.
“You’ve made a mess,” he chides, his gaze falling to my jeans. “Just from me playing with these tits.”
I knew he’d have a filthy mouth. I moan and run my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath.
“Your turn,” I gasp out, working the buttons of his shirt. But he stops me with his hands on top of mine.
“Not yet.” His eyes darken as he runs his fingers down my stomach and to the button of my jeans. “I’m going to see all of you first.”
I whimper, and he leans in to bite my earlobe. I gasp.
“No whining,” he whispers. “It’s not good for you to be standing in wet clothes.”
“Bastard,” I hiss, and he chuckles.
“I’ve been called worse.” His fingers work the button of my jeans and yank them down to my hips. He helps me step out of them, then presses the heel of his hand to my soaked underwear.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, pressing the fabric to show the outline of my pussy. “I’ve never seen so much slick. Fuck.”
Steam slowly fills the room as I kick off my panties. “The shower,” I remind him, but he keeps an arm wrapped around my waist as the other brushes against my cunt.
I tilt my head back and groan.
“Look at this,” he hums appreciatively as I pull at his hair, messing up his polished style. “This soaking wet cunt.”
His mouth is filthy, and I hang on to every word as he hoists me onto the bathroom counter.
“Scoot back a bit,” he commands. “And spread your legs.”
Completely naked, I spread myself wide on the cool marble, showing off my slippery core. Slick spreads around me, a few drops spilling on to the tile floor.
Panting, I wait for Vincent to touch me.
But his icy eyes just stare at my cunt.
“Wider,” he orders. “As far as you can.”
I sit back and plant my feet, tilting my hips to give him a better view.
He growls, and the sound sends a chill through me.
But it’s not enough.
More slick gushes out of me, an embarrassing amount dripping down the counter. “Vincent,” I whine. “Please?—”
His fingers spread my folds and find my clit easily, rubbing at the plump bundle of nerves in circles.
“Amazing,” he breathes. “I knew you were worth the wait.”
The pads of his fingers aren’t enough. He’s teasing me, and I’m already so stimulated that tears run down my cheeks as I beg for more.
Finally, he gives in.
He slides three of his thick fingers in without resistance. In the back of my mind, a tiny part worries that he won’t find that attractive, but he looks enraptured as my cunt takes him. His thumb turns its attention to my clit and pleasure pulses through my veins.
That shower is still running, though.
“My water bill—” I choke out, as his fingers plunge in and out of me, filthy wet sounds echoing off the walls of the enclosed space.
“I’ll pay your water bill,” he snarls. “I’ll pay your bills for the rest of your life. I’ll buy you a brand new house with a dozen showers.”
“That’s not very…environmentally conscious… of you,” I pant, as he slides a fourth finger into me. He works me faster and harder until I’m almost slipping entirely off the counter.
“Shut up and come, Skylar.”
I don’t have it in me to reply with something snarky. His words with the underlying command send me over the edge, and I scream so loud my throat burns.
I watch as a gush of liquid squirts out of me and onto his shirt, but he keeps working his fingers in and out of me furiously.
“That’s it,” he growls, his eyes smoldering as he looks at me. “Keep going just like that.”
Another release hits me, and I see stars.
“Vincent!” I cry out his name, riding the waves of pleasure until his fingers slow and he pulls them out of me entirely. I struggle to stay sitting on the counter, so he helps me down and pulls me into his arms.
“I ruined your shirt,” I mumble, inhaling his warm, delicious scent.
“You can ruin all my shirts that way if you’d like,” he says, running his hands up my arms.
We are a mess.
“My turn to see you,” I murmur. “You’ve seen all of me. It’s only fair.”
His pupils are dark with lust as he unbuttons his shirt.
“Get in the shower first,” he orders. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
I don’t have the energy to protest. As much as I want to ogle him, the warm water is a balm to my cramps. I step in and put my face under the showerhead and close my eyes, allowing the stream to warm me.
I feel a presence behind me and turn to see Vincent step into the shower.
He’s perfect.
His chest is broad and defined, with a trail of light hair leading down to a perfect V of his hipbones. He’s a little bulkier than Landon and River.
My gaze travels to his cock and I almost pass out.
“That’s not fitting in me,” I say stupidly.
And he laughs. Vincent actually laughs; a full sound of delight.
When he smiles, he looks years younger. As the water beats down on him and his hair becomes a sopping mess, I see the glimpse of a carefree man not weighed down by years of guilt.
“You’re right. It won’t at this angle,” he chuckles, stepping towards me. He leans down to kiss me, and I moan against his mouth as he snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “But I don’t need your pretty cunt to come.” His cock pushes against my stomach, and I snake a hand down to grab him.
He doesn’t fit around my wrist. It’s almost comical, but my inner Omega is doing backflips in my mind.
“I suppose I could return the favor for earlier,” I say innocently, gripping his cock.
He groans. “I suppose you could.”
I release him to swipe two fingers through my core, gathering the slick there.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he watches me. Using my slick as lubricant, I work him in my fist until he’s thrusting against my hand.
“Harder,” he pants. “Squeeze my cock harder, Omega.”
I moan, then pull him into a kiss as he fucks himself with my hand. His tongue explores my mouth lazily as he groans against me.
I want him to come. I need him to come.
I barely think about it before I’m dropping to my knees on the shower floor, ready to take him in my mouth.
I want to demonstrate what I did to Landon while he watched.
But his hand tangles into my hair, gripping hard enough to stop me.
“If this hurts you at all,” he says, his voice low, “then stop. I mean it.”
The fact that he shows that much compassion when his cock is desperate for attention is enough to have me open my mouth to taste his length.
My knees protest, but the growl he makes as soon as I wrap my lips around him is worth it. Water falls into my eyes, and I struggle to breathe, but I slowly push him down my throat.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
That’s the only word he knows as I suck him, moaning around his thick length. I keep one hand wrapped around his hip for balance while the other reaches up to pump the rest of his shaft that my mouth can’t reach.
Vincent’s scent has never been this rich. It fills the room, and amplified with the steam from the shower, it’s everywhere.
I don’t stop just at his length. Releasing him, I bend my head to suck on his balls, pumping his cock while I give each one the attention it deserves.
When I lick up his sac and back to his length, he snarls and twists his fingers in my hair, causing me to pause.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he warns me.
I smirk.
Good.
I’ve wanted to watch him fall apart for weeks now.
I’m able to meet his eyes for just a second before water droplets obscure my view.
“Come on my face, Alpha,” I murmur, pumping him and sticking my tongue out.
He roars so loud I’m sure the neighbors hear it. He paints my face with his cum, ropes of him hitting my face, my neck, and my breasts.
Afterwards, he washes me thoroughly, then pampers me until I fall asleep in his arms, both of us wrapped in my nesting blankets.
That night, I sleep peacefully.