Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
lyon
This whole day has been a little surreal, and when Shay drops to her knees, fingers slipping into the band of my sweats then tugging until they’re pooled at my ankles, I’m a little worried I might shoot off right on her face.
Her scent is permeating the room, the heavy peanut butter whiskey tinged with a hefty dose of vanilla. It makes my mouth water.
My dick is leaking precum—it’s rapidly dripping down my length and onto the floor. Or hell, maybe I really did just orgasm a little. Seeing her staring at my dick with her green eyes wide and her plump lips open is fucking euphoric.
Then her delicate fingers attempt to wrap around my base, and at that first touch of her hand on me, my balls draw up tight and my body starts to shake.
“Shay…” I rasp, desperation making my voice sound like I’ve swallowed gravel.
“Don’t worry, big man. That’s the point. I’m taking the edge off. Let go when you need to.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. This woman.
How is it possible that we found a woman so perfectly matched with each of us that it makes me damn near want to cry?
Her tongue licks me from base to tip, sliding right through the wetness still seeping out.
My nails are digging into my palms as I fight the almost overwhelming urge to take fistfuls of her hair and thrust down her throat.
The second that Shay entered my atmosphere, this hint of darkness started making itself known, and it both terrifies and thrills me.
This need to control her, debase her, own her.
I may be a virgin, but I’ve jacked off to enough porn to recognize what those desires are likely leading to.
I just have no idea what to do about it.
In the next breath, all thoughts leave my brain.
She takes my tip in her mouth and flicks the slit of my dick with her tongue.
A garbled groan escapes, the sound like pain and pleasure twined together.
If the warm wetness of her mouth is destroying me, then how the hell will I survive her tight pussy?
She fists my shaft, her lips closing around me as she swallows as much of my dick as she’s able.
Then she does it again, my cock sliding along her tongue with her lips wrapped around me.
It’s the prettiest torture I’ve ever experienced.
Her cheeks hollow out as she withdraws, and fire skirts up my spine.
My thighs are trembling, the sting of pain in my palms telling me I’m probably close to drawing blood, and I’m barely breathing.
Then she looks up at me, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening in the candlelight, and I watch my dick slowly disappear all the way down her throat.
She bobs there, her eyes never leaving mine, and when she swallows around the tip, I see stars.
I’m coming before I can warn her, thick spurts of my release flooding her mouth.
She takes it all, not missing a single drop, and I know from this moment forward, I’ll do anything for this woman for the rest of my goddamn life.
There’s a drop of cum on her lower lip, but before I can wipe it off, she licks it clean.
Goddammit.
“That should buy us some…” She’s smiling up at me, but her satisfaction turns to shock when my dick bobs. “Time.”
Feeling like my body is in hyperdrive, I just barely manage to grunt two words. “Bed. Now.”
Lifting her off the floor, I toss her onto the mattress.
She bounces a little, her jet-black hair flaring out against my comforter as her wide eyes stare up at me.
For a moment, I’m worried I’ll see hesitation or worse, fear, but all I see is the smirk tilting her swollen lips and the pretty flush that’s making her chest and cheeks pink.
“Take what you need. My body is your playground.”
A growl rumbles between us. I step out of my sweats and climb up onto the bed, straddling her legs and taking a moment to just appreciate the stunning package that is Shay Bennett.
My fingertips trace the laced edge of her bra, then close around the short gold zipper that rests between her tits.
Slowly, I pull it down until the material parts, teasing at what’s waiting beneath.
I need to see her.
With both hands, I push the material aside, revealing two large breasts with dark pink nipples.
She crooks her finger, beckoning me closer, and when I plant my hands on each side of her body, one hand sneaks behind my neck and draws me down until I give in and suck one of the hard buds into my mouth.
Her back bows off the bed, but I watch her face, cataloging every nuance of her expression.
My brain is at war with itself, wanting her to show me everything she likes while simultaneously wanting to let her know exactly who is in control here.
Giving the other one the same attention, I trail one hand down the flat expanse of her belly until I hit the lace of her thong. Sliding beneath it, I moan around the nipple in my mouth when I encounter nothing but smooth skin and a gush of wetness.
“You’re soaked for me.”
“Because I want you, Lyon. All of you.”
She’s like silk beneath my calloused fingers, scorching me with her heat. Her clit is already full and swollen, and when I circle it with even the tiniest bit of pressure, she bucks against my hand.
“You’ve had me wound up all day, big man. You’re not the only one ready to go off like a bottle rocket.”
My hum of pleasure floats between us. Knowing I affect her just as strongly as she affects me does miracles for my confidence. I can please my woman. That’s all I need to know.
Sliding my finger down and into her pussy, I damn near choke at how fucking tight she is. I’m large and inexperienced. I don’t want to hurt her.
“Don’t you worry. I’m an Omega. I was made for you.”
Fucking hell. She keeps talking like that, and I’ll come again before I get inside her.
“You’re gonna hurt so good, baby girl.”
She releases a soft whine. “And you’re gonna be the death of me if you don’t hurry your big ass up and fuck me.”
I chuckle against her breast, thrusting two thick fingers into her little cunt.
“Oh fuck. Even your fingers are magical.”
“Come for me, then I’ll fuck you.”
My gaze is locked on her face. Her eyelashes flutter against her freckled cheek as I remove my fingers and slip three in to stretch her a little more, then I bite down on her nipple.
She gasps, her body’s grip on my digits shocking in its intensity.
When a flood of wetness soaks my hand, I know I can’t hold off any longer.
Holy shit. That’s going to feel goddamn amazing.
She’s watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, trying to catch her breath, when I lift my hand.
I stick two of the fingers into my mouth, letting her taste explode on my tongue, and promise myself that once we get over this last hurdle, I’ll take my time and explore her body, worshipping it in all the ways it deserves to be.
Sitting up, I drag her panties down her tan legs while she shimmies out of her bra.
My brain is reduced to thinking in monosyllabic terms, my sole focus on driving into her pussy and claiming what’s mine.
I’m not an Alpha, not even close, but there’s still this demand inside me insisting she’s ours despite that.
Poised above her glorious body, her knees skim up the outside of my thighs and her hands trail across my shoulders until they’re gliding up my neck and into the longer strands of my hair.
“Once you do this, you can’t take it back.”
I’m staring down at her, my expression probably revealing more than I’d care to let on, but I can’t hide it. Instead, I kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips, before I pull back just enough to bracket her face with my hands.
“Ditto.”
Her lips part, and a softness I’ve never seen flashes across her face.
Pulling my hips back, my dick slides through the wetness of her sex, my tip unerringly finding the one spot it’s begging to fill.
Slowly, I press forward, watching the darkening flush on her cheeks and the pleasure sparking behind her green eyes, basking in the sweet sound of her whine when it becomes almost too much.
The entire time, I’m focusing on her and not the way my dick is being squeezed to within an inch of its life. She feels so good, so perfectly mine, that I’m glad I waited and gave this to her. No one else was worthy.
But now, I need her to come around my cock more than I need air.
Bottoming out, there’s this moment that seems like we’re suspended in time.
I go still, waiting for her body to relax around mine, but it never does.
She’s molded to me, clutching me inside her, and I’ve never felt something so goddamn right in all my years.
“Lyon…” she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
She lets go, the clenching of her pussy around my cock damn near milking my cum right out of my balls. But I bite down on my lower lip, forcing myself to pull out so I can feel the absolute carnality of her stroking me one more time before I fill her up with all that I have.
With her body fighting to keep me in place, it’s a struggle, but I manage to withdraw enough that only the head of my dick is being gripped by her cunt, then I give in and slam back in.
She screams, and I manage to retreat one more time just to slam back in again.
Her orgasm is still going, her body fighting against my intrusion as another rush of wetness coats my thighs.
I can’t hold back anymore. With a roar, I come, filling her so much it tries to seep out around me.
I’m pretty sure I damn near black out because when my brain cells start firing again, the bulk of my body weight is resting on top of her. Gingerly lifting myself up, her weak arms try to tighten around my neck.
“Don’t go yet. Every time you move, I swear I have another mini orgasm, and it feels so fucking good.”
If I were a caveman, I’d pound my chest right now, but I’m not. Instead, I test her theory, rolling my hips the slightest amount, semi-hard already.
“O-oh. G-god.” Her body trembles beneath mine. “No more. I c-can’t.”
Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “One more. Then rest.”
Rocking my hips back, I shallowly thrust forward and am rewarded with her back arching and a perpetual whimper that rushes from her lips when she comes again.
I kiss her cheek, nuzzling along the side of her jaw as she slowly comes down from an orgasm that I’m not sure ever truly stopped.
“Yup. All of you is magical.”
I snort, positioning us on our sides. She immediately curls into my chest, and I hold her close as her body goes lax against mine. I tell myself I’ll let her rest for a few hours, then I’ll have her again as many times as possible before the morning sun interrupts the single best night of my life.