4. Sabs #3
“Only when I know what I want.” I tilt my head to the side, running a finger down his chest and smirking when I see the tent in his shorts. “And right now, you’re what I want.”
“You’re…” His words get caught in his throat as I glide my hand over his growing bulge. From what I can feel, he’s packing some serious punch down there.
His blue eyes darken, as if a storm is sweeping over him. Seeing this alpha turn into putty at my touch is profoundly satisfying. “You’re playing with fire.” His jaw clenches. “My packmates have a rule about no fucking in the kitchen.”
“Unless you’re a rule breaker and want a serious food hygiene risk on your hands,” I grip his balls lightly, “then you better take me upstairs.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his pupils dilating before his lips crush against mine like a frenzied tornado.
Our tongues dive in and out of each other’s mouths in a pleasure-fueled power struggle. One of his hands slides underneath the jersey, squeezing my breast, while the other cups my ass. His boner rubs against me, letting me know how much he wants this. Wants me.
“Seeing you in my shirt…” He nibbles my lip. “You…”
He lifts me up and places me on the counter, the marble chilling the back of my thighs as I wrap my legs around his torso. His hands hover on the button on my shorts, then he hesitates. “Can I…?”
“Take them off,” I demand. “Right now.”
He tugs down my shorts and panties in one swoop.
Although suppressants help, I’ve always had an overproduction of slick, so the tops of my inner thighs are already soaked.
I used to be a little self-conscious about it when I was younger, but now I see it as being a gift that any guy should be lucky to have.
He inhales sharply, his eyes rolling back in his head before he buries his face into the crook of my thigh.
And I fucking love it. I moan as he kisses up my legs, the tip of his tongue caressing my delicate skin as if he’s following a connect-the-dots, using my freckles as a roadmap.
His light blonde stubble tickles as he moves higher.
I haven’t been intimate with anyone since…
I blink hard. Nope, I’m not gonna think about Drax when I have a super hot guy between my legs.
Adler pauses to brush his hair out of his eyes, the mischievous glint in them erasing all lingering thoughts of the inked, gentle giant who’s been an ever-present fixture in my life.
Drax and our tattered friendship will not ruin tonight.
I spread my legs wider. “What happened to no sex in the kitchen?”
“We don’t have a no pussy eating clause,” he declares as I drape my knees over his shoulders.
“You really should add that in for the future,” I say while grabbing his hair and shoving his face between my thighs. “But for now…”
I moan as soon as Adler’s tongue meets my needy flesh with enthusiasm, trembling as he explores my dripping entrance.
My cherry-scented slick coats his fingers as they enter me, while his mouth expertly finds my clit and latches onto it better than any of my toys can.
I rhythmically gyrate my hips onto his face while he eats me out like I’m his favorite meal.
My pussy clenches around his fingers as I get closer to climax.
If he fucks as good as he gives head, then we’re going to be in for a fun night.
“More, more!” Despite my pleas, he slows down to tease me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
I pant, pleasure building deep in my core as I grind against him to rock myself to orgasm. He grasps my hips so hard that his fingers will leave marks.
“Fuck, yes,” I plead. “Make me come!”
I feel a balloon-popping sensation in my pussy as he tips me over the edge. A flood of slick gushes out of me, coating him as I come hard. The slippery sound of his three fingers pounding the orgasm out of me echoes around the cavernous kitchen, and I see stars.
“I’m not done,” I growl when he goes to pull back, holding his face to make sure he draws every last toe-curling drop of pleasure from me with his flicking tongue.
“Mmmm.” His vibrations hum through me until I finally loosen my grip on his head and release him.
“Your packmates won’t be happy.” I trail my finger through the large puddle of slick on the counter that’s now dripping over the edge, droplets making plopping noises as they hit the tiled floor.
“With slick this good, I disagree.” His tongue swipes down my cunt for a final time. “Mm, cherries.” His pupils are so large that I can’t see any of his irises. “You taste fucking incredible.”
I yank him back up to kiss me, tasting myself on his tongue. He’s all over me. In my hair. On my skin. We paw at each other like wild animals who can’t get enough.
“Upstairs,” Adler orders, catching my wrist while I paw at him through his shorts. Without warning, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulders once more. “Now.”
I squeal, managing to snatch up my panties from the counter before we go. “Are you sure you don’t want to clean up?”
“Too late for that.”
I fling my thong, giggling as it flies through the air, landing on Fred’s ear as we pass, making it look like he’s wearing a cute bow. “Do you have a thing for carrying women?”
“Only when I want them.”