Bite Me Open #2
I lay the gun on her thigh, pointing exactly where no one wants a gun pointed. I pull her legs apart more so I can see her dripping onto the rug. Then, in a move I would’ve never imagined, I slide the end of the barrel through her wet pussy lips and bring it up to my mouth.
“Oh my god, what the fuck!” she cries out. Her eyes blow wide as she watches me lick her slick off the end of the gun.
I do it again, just to see her absolutely lose it.
Then I press the tip into her clit.
“Cy…” She doesn’t even get the entire word out before I’m driving the nose into her clit.
Gyrating it against her. Keeping it exactly where it’s most sensitive and sending her into a frenzy.
Her hands reach up and hold my wrist, but just to make sure I don’t pull away this time.
She trusts me to make her come with a loaded gun, and I seriously don’t know what to do with that.
I want to pull away and take out the magazine and remove the round, but then it’s just a hunk of metal, and not her fucking life in my hands.
She grips me so tight she’ll leave bruises. Her head flies back.
She’s coming.
“Fuck, Cypress!” the deadly omega screams. I hold the gun steady, easing her through it.
She’s so beautiful when she comes. When her grip loosens, I do exactly what I did earlier and make the gun inert.
Then I open up my pants and pull my aching dick out, stroking it over her convulsing body still in euphoria.
If I can’t mark her, I’ll claim her in another way, by coating her in my scent, letting every fucking person in the Caribbean know. If I can’t smell her, then I’ll coat her in my scent and never be apart from her again. Kelya will smell like mine.
“You want my fucking life? I want your fucking scent, Omega.”
My climax hits me hard and fast, like a bullet, stopping my breath and seizing my thighs. Thick, hot ropes of cum paint her belly and hairs above her pussy as I continue to milk my dick between our heaving bodies. It’s so fucking right. She’ll have to kill me to get away from me.
Sweat drips from my forehead onto her jaw, and I bear witness to our mess and our pleasure.
Through the ringing in my ears, I make out the pounding on the door. I guess screaming, yelling, fighting, and shooting off a gun is bound to get us noticed.
“Omega! Omega Kelya!” The shouting continues. They’re going to open the door any second. I go to roll off of Kelya, but she grabs onto my hips and holds me still. Tortuga, Rodrigo, and a tart smelling man rush in.
The men stomp on all my groceries as they rush me. I look to the side and see the Glock underneath the dresser where I’d just tossed it.
“We heard a gunshot!” Rodrigo says. He pauses, seeing us with our pants off and laying in the middle of the room. Tortuga grabs him, preventing him from walking farther into the room.
“We heard it, too,” the omega says, sliding her hand down and squeezing my ass. “But that didn’t stop us from…finishing.”
I blink in surprise at her. She darts a look to the side, and I see her hair covering the magazine.
“Where did it come from?” she asks innocently. It doesn’t occur to me she could tell them the truth. It would be so easy for her to tell them that I shot the gun. She could sob, like she did on the boat, and tell them I tried to kill her.
But she doesn’t. Curiously.
“We thought it came from this room, but…we could be wrong,” the third man says. The three of them converse in Spanish, arguing about where this idea that the single gunshot came from this room in particular came from. They realize it’s impossible to tell.
Which is why I only shot once.
“If you gentlemen don’t mind, I think Tony’s refractory period is pretty short, and I’d like to…”
Rodrigo is the first to turn on his heel and leave the other two, one holding his dick like a garden hose, alone. Tortuga and the tart man follow shortly after.
“We are so sorry. Please, enjoy your stay,” they say before shutting the door on my naked, white ass.
Kelya’s delighted laugh rings out, but I just look at her, appalled and upset.
“Oh, come on, that was funny.”
I crawl off her.
“Fucking hell, Kelya.”
I reach under the dresser and retrieve my gun, then turn back to grab the clip still on the ground.
She’s already locking herself in the bathroom.
I sit on the floor and push back my sweat soaked hair, still catching my breath. The reality that I almost died if only the omega knew how to chamber a round…
I’m going to be sick. I get the gun back into the safe and spend a long time figuring out how to omega proof it.
It’s useless. Guess she has access to my gun now.
I take out the pills though and shake them.
They were in the back behind the cash. I doubt she noticed them, or had time to consider it.
I don’t want her taking any of those, almost as badly as I don’t want her to shoot me.
Minutes later she comes out of the bathroom in a swimsuit and a little coverup around her waist.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“A swimsuit, gumshoe.”
I sigh.
“You tried to kill me, and now you’re going to the pool?”
“Well, you shot the fucking gun, and now I need to prove to everyone we aren’t having a domestic.
Come with me, private dick, so all the alphas can smell you on me and see how happy we are.
I swear, I’m the only one doing anything around here!
“ She says the last line sarcastically and dons sunglasses on her head.
How on earth is it possible she’s in such a good mood? She must be high from everything that just happened, filled with adrenaline. The pool will help clear it all out anyway so she doesn’t crash on me.
With a shake of my head, I change into a pair of swim trunks Matty insisted I always pack. I throw the room key, two bottles of water, and sunscreen in a bag, then lead her out of the room. I need a fucking cigarette and maybe a punch to the head.
I put my arm around her as we head down the hall, and she doesn’t even shake me off.
Kelya is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them.
She’s right that we need to look like normal tourists, and not psychos who shoot off guns in their room.
A redheaded man stands in the center of the black-and-white tiled lobby.
It’s not that same alpha who tried to drug her—and do whatever else with her—but we both have the same thought.
He kind of looks like him. He doesn’t smell like him, which is what I notice first.
I could be walking down this hallway without my glasses, seeing through the haze, not being able to focus my eyes on details, and still know it wasn’t him based on smell.
This guy has no scent showing he’s ever hurt an omega.
He smells pleasant. The smile he gives his partner brings that fact home.
However, I can feel tension gripping Kelya as we pass by.
Our triggers can be irrational. I pull her into me as we pass them and give him a friendly nod, which he returns.
I appreciate that this hotel is safe for Kelya. When I told them about the Feds, they wiped her information from their system entirely. When the Feds showed up to ask about a woman staying here, the entire staff had the same story—never seen anyone like that before.
Her fake name, Penelope, is at another hotel. Checked out yesterday.
She’s right to want to maintain this relationship.
I take her to the pool, and there’re only a few sunbathers.
It’s a lengthy pool surrounded by fragrant flowers, trees, potted plants with cacti and alpines, all enveloped by rustic venetian plaster pony walls.
They are low enough that when you step up to the far one, you can see down to the rocky ocean.
The birds are out, singing and screeching, perched in trees nearby.
There are towels on a cart, and I grab a few for us.
Kelya unties her cover up and drops it near a lounger.
I walk over and pick it up, then carefully fold it and set it on a table under an umbrella.
She takes time to adjust her swimsuit and fluff her hair, and it gives me the opportunity to see her in the sunshine.
Despite her beauty, she’s paler than usual and looks quite tired. The sunshine will do her good.
She turns, and I see the full swimsuit. It’s a one-piece, but the front has a cut-out heart on her chest, showing off her sternum and the shape of her full, pear-shaped breasts.
I imagine kissing her in the middle of that heart, right between her breasts.
I can practically feel how soft she’d be against my face and need to adjust my legs to accommodate my growing dick.
The swimsuit is high-cut, and her legs look so long and lean, being shown off all the way to the hip.