Chapter 7
“Please. Fuck.” My next words dissolved into incoherency under the attention of his mouth. I had only a brief second of relief before he turned to the other breast and set upon it with a relentless focus that had me quivering.
He cupped my breast, lifting it higher for his mouth and I grabbed his wrist, shoving it towards my lap with frenetic energy I didn’t quite understand. He let me guide him, but the layers of fabric were in. The. Way.
My pants needed to be off.
Torn between having to get off him to remove the pants and staying where I was so he could continue with those delicious circles he was doing with his tongue, he made the decision for me.
A protest formed in the back of my throat, but then he was lifting me, carrying me towards the bedroom.
Oh.
He laid me out on the bed and stepped back. A whine left my throat before I could clap a hand over my mouth to stop it. All it took to get him to join me was for me to reach out. My brain blinked out of commission when he hovered over me.
“How’re you doing, little one?” he murmured in my ear, spurring an electric sensation that sparked over my skin.
When the fuck did “little one” become hot?
“Good!” I squeaked out.
“Put me where you want me.” He held one hand aloft for me and I grabbed his wrist, maneuvering his hand to rest on my hip. I needed to work back up to that mental state that kept me from thinking.
“Please don’t make me say it. I’m awkward.”
“Mmm, nope.” He nipped my earlobe. “Your terms remember. You tell me exactly what you want me to do or you put my hand there yourself.”
I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut, pushing his hand over so it rested between my thighs. I let out a sound I didn’t recognize when he curled his fingers.
“There’s a good girl. See, you know what you want.”
Being called a good girl in this context was like a punch to the chest, stealing my breath. I wanted, no, I needed him to tell me I was doing okay with this. I had no clue what I was doing and that simple acknowledgement was a lifeline tossed out to the sea of nerves I was swimming in. Sidney stroked me through the layers, but it wasn’t nearly what I needed.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“I hate you so much right now.” I barked out a laugh and shuddered when he pressed harder.
“No, you don’t.” The smirk was back on his lips as he moved his hand in maddening circles.
I let out a frustrated sound and wriggled my hips. “I don’t want to say it.”
“Then I’m not moving from this spot, and I think you might be tired of having these pants in the way.”
I whimpered and gathered up my courage, grabbing the waistband of my pajama pants and shimmying them down my hips. They made it as far as my knees before he reached to assist, pulling the fabric with that same deliberate slowness that had me aching.
“Panties, too?” he asked. Smugness infused his expression. Instead of slapping the pompous upturn at the corner of his lips like I wanted to, I dragged him down for a kiss, letting myself drown in the taste of him. Why did kissing him soothe my panic? By all accounts it should have made me panic having him even closer, but every time his mouth met mine it made my brain melt.
“Them, too,” I said when I resurfaced.
The look he gave me might as well have melted the panties straight off me, but since it didn’t, he removed them for me. He paused again and my patience was gone. My thighs fell open as I snatched up his hand, settling it exactly where I craved his touch.
My back arched until I was almost sitting upright when his fingers glided through the slick folds, swirling over my clit.
I dragged the pillow over my face to muffle my sounds, but he snatched it away.
“No hiding. I want to hear every little noise you can make.” He moved bit by bit over my core, teasing and stroking. Then he lifted his shining fingers up for me to see. “You’re so wet for me.”
I shuddered and rolled my hips to encourage those fingers back into place.
Finally cooperative, he stretched out next to me and settled his hand between my thighs. One vexatious finger slid inside me, and I clapped both hands down over his. He froze and raised a questioning eyebrow.
I pressed against him, demanding the movement continue. “Don’t stop. It’s just a lot.”
“A lot how? Because you’re going to have plenty more in there than a single finger soon.”
“No one’s been in there except for me.” I drew in a shaking breath. “I’m adjusting.”
He resumed, pumping the digit in a fluid motion until a groan leapt from my mouth. He teased me relentlessly before adding a second finger, moving to the exact pace I set until I was light-headed from breathing so hard. I lost track of how long we lay like that, each thrust of his fingers sending tremors through me.
“More.”
He paused, rolling another finger in the slick. My eyes lost focus as he added it, my mouth falling open to pull in more air.
“More.” I’d been teetering on the edge for too long.
“Be specific,” he chided.
I shook my head.
He sighed and withdrew his fingers, his lips turned down.
“Nooo,” I whined.
“You know the rule.”
“I just want to come.”
“Good girl.” He shifted over to lie between my legs and slid those wicked fingers back where they belonged, adding his mouth, his tongue flicking over my clit.
“Motherfucking hell.” I gasped and buried my hands in his hair, pressing my hips up against him.
The intensity of the combination was like fireworks and my volume pitched, incoherent syllables dancing past my lips to the pulse of his tongue. I was impossibly wound up, and he undid me in mere seconds. I came with a cry, shaking and desperate, but he stayed unrelenting, driving me straight through one orgasm into the next. He had mercy on me after a few and finally pulled away, settling to watch me as twitches and shivers skittered through my body.
“Take off your tank top when you’re ready.”
My brain vaguely understood the instruction, but I was languid and satisfied and in no great hurry to move. Until he slid off the bed and pulled off his T-shirt.
“Jesus Christ. You’re a puppy rescuer, sex god, and a fucking model.”
He laughed. “You’re so good for my ego. No modeling, though. I have to be in good shape to keep up with the omegas. Likely by this time tomorrow you’ll be putting these muscles to very good use.”
I whimpered again.
“Tank top,” he reminded me as he unzipped his jeans and let them drop.
Lust rippled through me at the sight and I yanked off the shirt bunched above my breasts. I tossed it to the side with an eagerness that had his smirk rising again. But then he slid off his underwear and my eyes widened.
“Are you kidding me? There’s no way that’s going to fit.”
He laughed and stepped closer. “Oh, it’ll fit. If you were in heat already, you could fit two of me if you wanted to.”
I gaped at him, a small sound escaping as my brain supplied me with the image of Sidney clones sandwiching me at front and back. I could barely handle one of him, but that absolutely did not stop me from imagining more.
Instead of crossing the bed to me, he walked around the side and settled against the headboard. He crooked his finger and I followed the wordless instruction, climbing into his lap. Goosebumps decorated my skin.
“I have to do everything?”
He chuckled softly. “Not everything. You get yourself on this cock, and I can handle the rest.”
The words were like a lightning strike, electrifying every cell in my body while tripping the breaker on my brain. “God. You can’t say things like that.”
He snared me around the waist. “I can say anything I like. If you want to pretend you don’t enjoy my audacity, that’s up to you, but I don’t believe it.” He dipped his head, tongue curling around my nipple, hands pressing against my back. Arcs of that beautiful electricity zipped through me and I wrapped around his head.
You can do this. It’s just a dick...
I brushed tentative touches over his cock and hot breath puffed out his nose against my skin, his body trembling like he was trying to hold himself back from moving. I knew he had a ridiculous effect on me, but it was gratifying as hell to be able to affect him in return.
I rose up and inched closer, dropping a hand between us. My fingertips didn’t quite meet when I closed my hand around him. Guiding him, I rubbed him experimentally through my folds, groaning at both how that felt and the way his breathing shifted.
This was okay so far. I’d kind of expected the panic to roar in full force when I hit this point, but my pussy was throbbing, begging for this to happen.
Relax.
Lining him up, I shifted my hips and worked in fractional increments to take the head of his cock inside me. I stared up at the ceiling; looking at him right now was too much. The pressure and stretch felt odd, but not painful or uncomfortable. It was just new. A really, really good new. Sidney dragged me closer and devoured my mouth while I moved in a slow undulation, letting myself adjust, sinking down on him inch by inch until I was seated in his lap.
I squeezed my pussy experimentally, my body lighting up like a Christmas tree at the sensation. I hadn’t quite gotten it before. I knew people liked having sex, but it hadn’t been a particular temptation for me, at least not enough to let any of the overeager college students paw all over me. Saving this for a heat wasn’t on purpose, but I was glad it had worked out that way. As far as first times went, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be disappointed.
I blinked and stared down at where his cock was engulfed by my pussy. “I did it.”
He laughed and squeezed me into a hug. “You did. Want to explore a bit before I fuck you into the mattress?”
“What did I say about the saying of things?” I pressed a hand over his mouth. “You’re going to give me a goddamn aneurysm.”
He flexed his hips and I lost my train of thought, letting my hand fall away. I rose up a little and sank back down, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut as I concentrated. I was definitely ruined for a celibate lifestyle going forward. Why couldn’t I keep him? The idea of letting anyone else touch me after this felt weird. Sure, it was illegal as hell for heat helpers to date clients, the same as doctors dating their patients, but my body didn’t give a fuck about that.
I shook the idea from my head.
Keeping him was temporary.
He was here to help me, not to be mine.