Chapter Twenty #2
And I go back in—sucking, licking, working my fingers and mouth in perfect sync while her body writhes under me, wrecked and radiant.
“Gonna make you come like this,” I murmur. “On my mouth. On my fingers. You’re gonna fall apart for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so full you forget how to stand.”
She cries out, the sound all high and strangled, and I know it’s close.
“That’s it,” I say, curling my fingers inside her, rubbing her sweet spot as my tongue flicks her clit again and again. “Don’t hold back. I want you messy. I want you loud. I want every part of you.”
Her whole body bows as she explodes around me, thighs clenching hard, slick flooding over my mouth and fingers as she screams my name. I groan against her, drinking it in, never letting up until she collapses against the wall, panting and ruined.
Eventually, her shaking hand tugs at my hair, pulling me up; and I rise slowly, licking my lips as I meet her half-lidded eyes.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips kiss-bruised, her pupils wide with omega daze.
“Still think you should leave?” I ask, low and smug, dragging a knuckle down her inner thigh where she’s still soaked.
She blinks up at me, dazed and wrecked.
“Not even a little bit.”
She’s still trembling when I crowd back in, one hand braced on the table beside her hip, the other sliding up her inner thigh where she’s still slick and sensitive and wide open from my mouth.
“Fuck,” I murmur, dragging my thumb through the mess I made of her. “You feel that? You’re still pulsing.”
Her breath hitches.
“Connor—”
“Shh.” I lean in close, lips brushing her ear. “You don’t get to pretend you’re done.”
She’s still shaking when I hook my hands under her hips and lift her, turning her until she’s bent forward over the treatment table. Her cheek hits the padded vinyl, arms stretching instinctively to brace herself, but it’s her ass that has me groaning low in my throat.
Because fuck, this view.
Her thighs spread just enough to give me a full look, her ass high and flushed, the curve of her hips making me feral. Her slick glistens between her legs, and the sweet, musky scent of her is so thick in the air it might as well be crawling down my throat.
“Jesus, Emery,” I rasp, dragging my palms over the backs of her thighs and up, spreading her open just to look. “You got any idea what this does to me?”
She whimpers, rocking her hips just enough to tease.
“Look at you,” I go on, voice lower now. “Bent over your own PT table with your ass in the air and slick running down your legs. You think this room’ll ever smell the same again?”
“They won’t know,” she pants. “Everyone’s gone.”
“Good.” I slide my hands up to cup her ass, spreading her open just a little more, just because I can. “Then I’m taking my fucking time.”
My sweats hit the floor in one motion, my cock slapping up hard against my abs. I take one slow stroke, groaning as I look down at her again, then I press forward, dragging the tip of my cock through the mess she’s made of herself, smearing slick across the head and down my shaft.
She moans, body twitching.
“You feel that?” I ask, grinding between her cheeks now, slow and deliberate. “Feel how hard you’ve got me?”
Her slick coats everything—my cock, my thighs, the curve of her ass where I slide along her like I’m trying to brand her.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, breath broken. “Connor, please—”
“I should tease you longer,” I mutter, thrusting between her cheeks again, slick squelching as I drag myself over her entrance. “Should make you beg for it.”
“I am,” she cries. “I am begging.”
And she is.
Her hips roll back against me, body straining, hole clenching around nothing like she’s desperate to be filled.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Beg with your body. That’s my girl.”
I line myself up and drag the head of my cock through her folds once more, slick smearing warm and messy across the tip.
She’s soaked, her cunt fluttering around nothing like she’s trying to pull me in already.
I grip her hip with one hand, and with the other—I bring my thumb to her slick and coat it slowly.
Then I slide that wet thumb up, up between the cheeks of her perfect, trembling ass.
"Goddamn," I mutter, thumb gliding across the tight ring there, not pressing in—just appreciating. Revering. “You’ve got the prettiest fucking ass I’ve ever seen.”
She moans, her thighs quivering, and her back arches more, offering herself without hesitation. My cock pulses at the sight, at her scent, at the way she pushes back toward me like she needs to be filled.
“You want me to ruin you, baby?” I growl, positioning my cock right at her entrance again, rubbing slow. “Want me to fill both holes next time? Knot you while you’re dripping down your thighs?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, breathless and ragged. “Please—please, Connor—”
I push forward slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every goddamn stretch as I sink deep into her heat. She cries out, her fingers clawing at the table, her whole body shaking as I bottom out—fully seated, buried inside her tight, clenching cunt like I was built for it.
“Fuck, Emery,” I rasp, barely holding on. “You’re choking me. So fucking tight, so wet—your body doesn’t wanna let me go.”
She answers with a high, broken moan, squeezing down again like she’s proving me right.
Something feral snaps.
I start to move; short, brutal thrusts that test her limits, giving her time to adjust as I keep one hand on her hip and the other still teasing her ass.
I rub that slicked-up thumb in slow circles, loving the way she gasps, how her thighs shake and her cunt flutters harder around my cock in response.
“You like this?” I growl, voice filthy against her neck. “Bent over your own damn table with my cock in you and my thumb on your ass? Slick dripping down your legs while I wreck you?”
“Yes, Connor, yes, don’t stop—”
“Oh, I won’t,” I promise, slamming deeper. “Not until I’ve knotted you so good you’re leaking me for days.”
Every thrust is wet and punishing now. The slap of our bodies meeting fills the room, obscene and primal as her moans turn frantic, head turning so she can breathe against the vinyl.
“You feel that?” I rasp. “Your cunt sucking me in like it knows who I am?”
She whines, incoherent.
“My Omega,” I growl. “My fucking girl.”
My knot swells fast, and my instincts scream at me to pull out, to spare her the claim. I slow, panting, teeth clenched against the need.
“Fuck,” I manage. “I should—”
“No,” she gasps, walls clamping down hard around me again, slick gushing with it. “Don’t. Don’t pull out. Please.”
That’s it.
My restraint? Gone.
“Fuck,” I snarl, grabbing both hips and slamming forward one last time as my knot swells thick and sudden, locking us together with a tight, wet stretch that makes her scream. “You did this.”
Her orgasm hits like a wave: her pussy gripping me with relentless pulses as she sobs through it, collapsing over the table.
Her legs buckle, her whole frame going limp, and I’m right there with her, groaning deep as I come.
Thick, hot spurts flood through her, filling her until there’s no room left.
She’s stuffed and still writhing, still clenching around me like her body never wants to let go, and I fold over her back, my chest slick with sweat against hers.
My mouth finds the curve of her shoulder, teeth grazing skin before I bite: not hard, just enough to hold her there.
The scent in the room is unbearable now, of slick, and sex, and we stay like that—locked, shaking, and totally ruined.
Eventually, her breath slows, and she lets out a breathless, stunned little laugh against the table.
“Connor,” she whispers, voice hoarse and wrecked. “We… really did that.”
I nuzzle into her neck, still hard, still stuck.
“Yeah. We really fucking did.”
She lifts her head, cheek still pressed to the vinyl, eyes half-lidded and gleaming.
“You gonna tell Beau?”
I pause, cock twitching inside her, and smirk.
“Eventually,” I murmur, palming her ass again. “But not before round two.”