23. Rosie
Chapter 23
Rosie
“Y ou taste so fucking good, baby,” Nash says, voice husky and deliciously deep.
Did he just call me baby? He keeps doing that.
No . I’m not going to think about the way that endearment burrows its way under my skin, my stomach clenching every time he says the word. It’s too much, too beautifully impossible for me to be his baby. I’m his for now, getting out the lingering wildness between us.
He sucks my clit and applies the perfect pressure. At the same time, his fingers hit the right spot, and my body bows in an orgasm that steals my breath.Nash Wells eats pussy as though he’s out to earn a world record. This fucking man has already given me one, and he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop or speed up. The word alpha slips from my lips, but I barely recognize the sound. Nash growls into my thigh, nipping the thin skin, sending a shiver up my spine.
I tug on his hair, desperate for his weight, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he spreads me with his thumbs, his eyes devouring the sight. The gesture is so lewd that my entire body flushes. My pussy clamps down on nothing even as I flop my head back into the pillows, unable to watch.
“Oh no,” Nash demands, lifting himself to hover over me. His beard glistens with my arousal, and he’s wearing an overly self-satisfied grin. “I want those eyes on me, gorgeous. So you know exactly who is making you come.”
“When I address your ego, should it be ‘yes, sir’?” I bat my eyelashes innocently. I don’t know what it is about Nash, but I like going back and forth with him.
“‘Alpha’ will do.” His smug smile lights a match in me.
I reach for his lips while I tug off his shirt. The kiss is desperate, as are our hands. I can’t get enough of the strength of his body as he flexes and moves, totally manhandling me.
I didn’t know that was a switch, but this man has it turned on.
Once his jeans and boxers have been abandoned on the floor, wild and frantic touches turn into a filthy make-out session. Strong hands grip my hips and grind me down on his lap. I tear myself away from his mouth, panting, but he doesn’t let me get far.
The breather clues me in to the fact that I’ve somehow ended up straddling him. An intrusive thought pulls me from the moment, my mind worrying about how I look from this angle. I'd forgotten to be self-conscious while I was lost in his lips. It’s hard showing myself bare, being vulnerable with my body. My panic creeps in and keeps me focused on everything but pleasure.
“Eyes on me, Rosie,” Nash pulls me right back to him. His eyes almost glow with heat as he splays his hand on my stomach, his fingers digging in possessively. It causes warmth in my belly that seems to travel to my heart and pitch an anchor.
His purr speaks in lieu of his voice, and those big hands of his explore me. Soft and sensual caresses feel like a wordless dance of praise and appreciation. Nash’s hands roam and squeeze my breasts, my stomach, my throat. Sometimes he pulls me closer to kiss where he wants to touch, and sometimes he kneads my flesh, but every time he keeps me here with him, our gazes locked.
It’s a whole conversation with his body that telegraphs in every touch that he’s with me and finds me beautiful. Nash sees me, and it unlocks something that’s been shut tight for too long.
By the time he grabs my ass, I’m in a horny trance, absolutely aching with need. He pulls apart my cheeks and makes this raw sound from deep in his chest. I grind my wet pussy along his hard shaft.
“Alpha,” I moan, needy as fuck and not caring one bit. I want to feel him inside me.
Nash sits up and pulls me back down to straddle his lap in one quick move that I only manage because of the way he cages me in. “Look at me while you take me.”
His hands dig into my hips to keep me steady, helping me hover above his lap. I reach between us to knead his shoulders and trace down over the sparse hair on the slabs of his thick chest until I come to his hard cock. He’s big in my hands, and the feel of him makes my pussy clench in emptiness.
His knot is already thick at the bottom, and it makes me hot to think about it. Betas aren’t made to take knots… but the idea is intriguing. I like the idea so much I have several knotted toys. But taking the real deal? It’s a lot bigger than I imagined, and his knot isn’t even full. My pussy doesn’t share my hesitation, aching in emptiness.
Rocking my hips, I use him for my pleasure, letting that fat head rub against my clit. I’m wet as fuck, but I don’t know if I can take him even without his knot. I sure as fuck wanna be a size queen though. Just the thought of him stretching me to be his makes my stomach clench.
His forehead falls to mine, his words gritted out from rock bottom. “Baby, please. You’re drenching my knot, making me so fucking hard. I need to be inside you.”
I rope my arms around his neck and just fucking go for it. I sink onto him, gasping at the tugging sting of that first bit of stretch. It’s fucking glorious but also laced with a sharp pressure. That blunt edge heightens the pleasure and turns it up another notch.It’s so good, but I don’t know if I can take any more. My mouth falls open, and I tense.
Nash’s hands are on my face, his soothing scent swelling as he meets my gaze. “You’re doing so good, Rosie. You were made to take me. Go slow.”
His praise makes my chest expand, filling me with a sense of adoration. He doesn’t leave my gaze, his raw hunger fueling the liquid gold pooling in my core. The longer he looks at me like that, the wetter I become. It takes me a minute or two of working my hips for me to take the next few inches.
“So fucking perfect, Rosie. Your wet little cunt squeezes me so fucking tight,” Nash murmurs into my skin, leaning in to suck along my neck.
I didn’t think I liked that word. I’ve never had someone talk so dirty to me before. But out of Nash’s mouth, the filth sounds like praise, lighting me up from the inside.
He thrusts his hips, and that extra push fills me to the limits. I grind down on him, reaching for his mouth until we’re panting and moaning together. It’s slow but intense, and every part of me is tuned in to Nash and this explosion of raw hunger between us.
His knot rubs against my clit when I roll my hips, and his perfect mouth sucks on my tits until I’m a mess of slurred begging. This orgasm starts small, rising and rising as we cling to one another. When the final wave washes over me, it feels as if I’m drowning in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, taking it all for your alpha,” Nash groans at the same time he thrusts deep. “One day, it will be my knot.”
Sharp teeth skim my neck, and it's so close to a bite that I shiver. A wailing shout tumbles out as the orgasm keeps cresting, his knot nudging against my opening, teasing the stretch.
He’s so big. Too big. But the stretch, even now, is mind-numbing bliss. It makes me so full of him that I can’t tell we’ve ever been apart.
He growls my name— the hottest thing ever —and nuzzles my chest as he goes off inside me.
I cling to him, my hands sinking into his hair as I breathe him in.
Eventually, our breathing calms, but he doesn’t pull out. He’s hard despite the cum I feel pooling.
“Let me stay inside you. My alpha needs it,” he begs.
I don’t know why that’s so arousing, but it’s another Nash-activated switch.
He chuckles when he feels me squeeze around him. “You like having me inside you, knowing how much I never want to leave, don’t you, Rosie-girl?” His mouth pays reverent attention to my breasts.
“You don’t have to say it!” My cheeks flame, but I can’t exactly deny it. My pussy—the damn traitor—is practically purring.
He flips us to the side in a sexy-as-fuck move that never causes him to pull out, smacking a kiss on my lips. “Getting you to blush like that is exactly why I said it.”
“You’re not as charming as you think you are,” I say, rolling my eyes.
He pulls me closer, his beard tickling my ear. “The fact that I’m still inside you says otherwise.”
“Details, details.” I laugh, curling into his chest.
The panic wants to creep in from the outside. It’s past late, and the reality of the situation feels as though it’s come knocking. The flood. Grandma. The glaring truth that Nash is my mate. He also happens to be in a pack—with Dane freaking Daniels and a seriously stunning omega.What am I supposed to do with that information?
I take a deep breath of Nash-infused air and nuzzle into his chest. His purr kicks up, and the sound melds with his balmy scent to create a lullaby. He adds his steady hand, caressing my back. He’s so deeply relaxing that outside thoughts can’t get into our tropical breeze bubble, and my muscles go lax, letting sleep find me.