12. Eli
Chapter 12
Eli
“ O f all the places I expected our date to go, I never imagined the library.” I chuckled as I guided Kennedy through the automatic door into the large building.
“I’m so sorry!” Kennedy cringed. “I totally forgot I needed to grab that textbook.”
“No worries. If you want, we can stop by that shop across the street for ice cream after we’re done here.”
We had been walking all around campus, eating our cheap tacos, when Kennedy had remembered she needed a book from the library for a class first thing tomorrow morning.
I had insisted we swing by the library, so she could pick it up. It was the least I could do, considering how goddamned sweet she had been all night.
My plan to take her to a fancy restaurant had failed epically. Usually, I was better at planning things, and I had been humiliated at my failure. I had expected Kennedy to be upset because, after all, she had dressed up to go out for a nice meal, and I hadn’t had a restaurant to take her to.
Instead, she had convinced me to walk around campus, eating cheap tacos on what was ending up being the best date I'd had in a long time.
Kennedy’s eyes widened at the mention of ice cream. “That’s a good plan. That place is amazing. Ice cream is the way to an omega’s heart.”
“In that case, I’ll make sure I feed you ice cream regularly.”
We looked up the location for the book she needed and made our way back to the older part of the building. The entire time, I stayed close to Kennedy, my hand on the small of her back, guiding her.
She didn’t shy away from my touch. In fact, she leaned into it.
“I’ve never actually been to this part of the library—it’s so isolated!” Kennedy said as we wandered through the dusty old stacks.
“It's the quietest part of the library. They don't even have CCTV down here,” I said, probably knowing a little too much about it, considering I rarely came here. “It's like they've completely forgotten about it. Last year, there were even rumors of students hooking up down here.”
“Really?” Kennedy asked, turning to me with surprise plastered across her face.
Her sweet floral scent intensified, and a quiet groan escaped my chest.
She liked that idea.
My hand around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to me. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear. “Your scent is getting very strong, omega,”
She turned to face me, a serene smile on her face…then she bit her lip.
Being a gentleman could get fucked. I needed to taste her immediately. Using my hands to guide her, I took three steps toward the stacks of books, pressing her against the bookcase, caging her with my body. One hand rested on her hip, holding her in place, while the other rested on the bookshelf next to her head.
I watched her carefully for any sign that she wasn't happy with the movement, but instead of concern or worry, she looked positively excited. Her scent was almost overpowering, and it was making my mind go fuzzy.
Pressing my body against hers, I delighted in the feel of her soft curves against me. I liked having her trapped between a bookcase and my body far more than I would have expected. Was I dreaming? I had to be, because this felt so amazing. I had the most beautiful and delicious-smelling omega pressed up against me, looking up at me with a look that was both innocent and filthy.
She was over a head shorter than me, so I had to lean down to capture her lips, ignoring the small voice in the back of my head that was concerned that someone could stumble across us.
Her lips met mine eagerly. The kiss was slow, demanding. I wanted to take my time with Kennedy; she deserved that. She tasted like the sweetest dessert. I couldn't help but wonder—did she taste like that everywhere?
If she did, I was going to make it my mission to taste every last inch of her.
“You taste so good,” I murmured, resting my forehead against hers when we came up for air.
“You taste pretty good yourself, alpha,” she replied, her voice breathless and needy. That tone did something to me, my entire body tensing as she shivered in pleasure at my touch.
The next kiss was more forceful. I needed more of her, needed to drown in her scent. Kennedy whimpered into my mouth, and her arousal was calling to me. Removing my hand from her waist, I gently trailed it down to her thigh. Grabbing the soft, supple flesh there, I hiked her leg up over my hip. Her hands flew around my neck, anchoring herself in place as she ground her pussy against me. The new angle meant I could grind my cock right against where she was most sensitive.
“I think you like this,” I hummed. “You like hiding away in the stacks and doing naughty things, don’t you?”
“Only with you,” Kennedy replied against my lips.
Fuck. She knew exactly what to say to drive me wild.
All I wanted to do was rip off her panties, free my cock, and fuck her up against the bookcase. I had never been one to consider going at it in public, but the idea of making Kennedy come while I knotted her in the stacks, where anyone could walk by and see me claiming the omega again and again, was scratching a primal itch in my brain.
Mine.
“Alpha,” Kennedy whined, her pupils blown as she writhed against me, helpless in my grip.
“I think you need some relief, don’t you?” I asked, thrusting against her sensitive spot. The friction alone was enough to make me bust in my pants like a teenage boy, but I had bigger plans for the stunning little omega.
Kennedy nodded. “Please,” she whispered in a strangled voice as I sucked at the skin of her neck.
I probably should have been gentler, but the idea of marking her for everyone to see was all I could think about.
I smirked giving her one last kiss before slowly sinking to my knees. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Eli, what?—”
Grasping at her thigh, I shifted our position so the leg that had been over my hip was now positioned over my shoulder, opening her up to me beautifully. Pushing the skirt of her dress up, I was rewarded by the sight of her tiny scrap of underwear that was soaked through.
When she spoke, I nipped at her thigh, her body convulsing as her pussy wept for attention.
“Shh, little omega. Be quiet, or I won’t be able to taste you,” I scolded, looking up. “Can you be quiet for me?”
Kennedy nodded, her eyes wide. Her hand came to rest at the back of my head, lightly gripping on to my hair. Good, she needed to hold on tight, because I wanted to ruin her.
Pushing the scrap of fabric to the side, I admired her soaking wet pussy. “You’re drenched, omega.” I lightly ran a finger through her wetness. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes!” she panted quietly. “Please, fuck. Alpha, I need to come.”
“Who am I to deny you when you beg so sweetly for your alpha?” I murmured, leaning forward and giving her pussy one long, slow lick.
Flavor exploded in my mouth. Sweet honey with floral notes. I lapped at her as she writhed in my grip, trying so hard to contain her noises.
Taking two fingers, I traced them around her opening, teasing her as I sucked her clit deep into my mouth. She tugged impatiently at my hair, making me chuckle. Part of me wanted to tease her, to take her right to the brink until she couldn’t take any more.
That was better saved for somewhere more private, somewhere I could hear her beg as she sobbed with pleasure.
When I filled her with my fingers, my cock nearly exploded. She was tight, impossibly so. My mind went straight to how she would feel strangling my cock.
Kennedy Brown was the perfect omega.
I was going to keep her, no matter what it took.
“Eli,” she whined quietly, thrusting her pussy toward my face, begging for more.
Pulling back, I smirked up at her. “You’re going to have to come quietly, omega.”
Kennedy nodded frantically. “Please, fuck, please. I need it,” she babbled quietly, before lifting her hand, covering her mouth to muffle whatever would come from her mouth next.
“Then be a good girl, and come in my mouth,” I ordered, returning to my ministrations.
I doubled down my efforts, alternating between licking and sucking her clit. My fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her and rubbed, hard, while thrusting my fingers faster and faster.
Her pussy was producing so much slick, it was starting to run down my hand, despite my efforts to lap it all up. Her legs trembled, and I used the hand that wasn’t mercilessly fucking her to hold her up.
She was close. I could tell by how tightly she was squeezing my fingers.
She released a muffled cry, her walls contracting, and a fresh wave of slick soaked my face as wave after wave of release racked her body.
Watching Kennedy was better than any porn. I had just found my new favorite pastime, and I was going to do it again as soon as possible.
Using my fingers, I gently rubbed her clit as she came down. After a moment, the hand in my hair tugged, demanding I stand. Even though I was the one in charge, I let her lead me up. Pressing her once again against the bookcase, I took her mouth, relishing in the combined taste of her tongue and her release.
“Fuck…that was…” Kennedy stuttered breathlessly.
“I’m going to do that again very soon, omega. Only, next time, I won't be somewhere you have to muffle your cries, because I want to hear every little sound that comes out of your mouth.”
“Fuck,” Kennedy whined, opening her eyes and gazing up at me. The air around us now smelled strongly of her release. An irrational jealousy took hold of me. What if someone else got to smell her release? That was only for me. I glanced around, relieved to find no sign of an audience.
I helped Kennedy straighten her skirt, then gently cupped her face as I kissed her, softly this time.
It took her a moment to come back to reality. She was blissed out on the release, and that made a rush of pride fill my chest.
I had given her that freshly fucked look.
Kennedy started exploring my chest with her hands, running them up under my shirt. Her touch left a trail of fire in its wake, and my cock wept for her attention.
This wasn’t about me, though. I had been more than happy to make Kennedy come. Soon enough, I would do it again.
“Your turn,” she muttered against my mouth.
“You don’t need to, this is about you. Tasting your slick was more than enough,” I told her.
She quirked an eyebrow at me. “I want to,” she said, and without warning, slid her hand straight into my pants, into my boxers, and grasped my cock.
Holy fuck.
The moment she had her hand on me, I was putty in her grasp.
“I’m yours, omega. Do whatever you want to me,” I said softly.
Her pupils dilated at my words, and a fresh wave of slick filled the air. She smirked up at me as she gave my cock a few experimental pumps.
When she gave me a devilish grin before sinking to her knees, my legs almost gave out at the prospect of what was about to happen.
“I want a taste,” she murmured.
I had to be dreaming.
Kennedy pulled my cock out fully, face-to-face with it as she kneeled at my feet.
Looking up at me innocently, she opened her mouth. “Please fuck my mouth, alpha,” she asked in that painfully innocent voice that was so different from what she was doing.
Who was I to deny her when she asked so nicely?
One of my hands reached down, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. The other rested on the bookcase as I leaned over her, slowly feeding her my cock.
Her mouth was pure heaven.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I hissed as she took every inch of me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.
It was going to take considerable effort to last longer than three seconds. Kennedy’s mouth was pure bliss, and I wanted to enjoy it for a while.
“Your mouth is so perfect, omega, and it’s all mine .” I growled the final word, doing my best to keep the volume down as she increased her pace. She reached a hand up and gently massaged the base of my cock, where my knot was rapidly starting to expand.
Kennedy hummed. She liked that idea.
“You’re such a good girl, taking every inch of my cock. Relax your throat,” I ordered as she swallowed around me, making me see stars.
She pulled back, and I let her, loosening my grip.
“I want you to come in my mouth, alpha,” she whined, and fuck me, I was gone.
Blood pounded in my ears, and I had to resist the urge to brutally fuck her throat. I needed to paint her with my cum. Rut, fill, fuck, claim .
“Then make me come,” I instructed. She beamed up at me, opening her mouth and sucking me down with ease.
I wasn’t a small alpha, by any means, but Kennedy took me like a pro.
Her knees were open, and slick was running down her thighs.
I wanted to ruin her.
“Such a good omega. Does sucking your alpha’s cock make you feel good? I can smell just how wet you are. It’s making me want to do filthy things to you.”
“What things?” she asked, licking my length before sucking deeply again.
Minx.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
“I want to press you against these bookcases and fuck your sweet, desperate pussy from behind while I hold my hand over your mouth, so no one else can hear your sweet cries as I knot you, painting your insides with my cum.”
Kennedy’s eyes widened, and her movements sped up. The hand that wasn’t massaging my knot trailed down—between her legs.
She was touching herself to that idea.
Fuck.
The sight of her, on her knees, mouth full of my cock, slick running down her thighs as she touched herself, was too much.
With a silent roar, I clenched my hand around her hair as my cock started to throb, then released spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth as she swallowed.
I had never come so hard. My entire body felt shaky and weak as she milked me for every last drop, slowly sucking and occasionally lapping at my head.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re lethal.” I groaned.
She giggled, a fucking beautiful sound. “Speak for yourself.”