3. Lainey
Now normally if one of my friends was going home with a man they just met, a football player no less, I’d stage an intervention and have a three-page speech ready to tell them how dumb they were.
So tell me why I’m following this idiot out of the club without even asking his name?
Blame it on the way his sweet peppermint scent scrambles my senses, or those sexy as hell matching lightning strikes tattooed on either side of his hips.
They’re perfectly aligned with the ‘v’ of his muscles and draw the eyes downward to where I’m pretty sure I felt an impressive erection straining against his jeans.
And out here under the moonlight, the man is even more gorgeous than he looked in the club.
He’s got at least a head on me in height and though he’s lean, every inch of visible skin is tight with corded muscle and covered in a patchwork of tattoos that are impossible to make out at a glance.
Curly brown hair and piercings in his ears and nose top off the hot alt jock look that would likely turn me into a simpering mess if I weren’t so jaded.
Nothing about him has shocked me, since he gives off playboy vibes all over the place.
What was surprising? The way he reacted to my bitchiness.
It’s my first line of defense against a man, but this man didn’t just ignore it or walk away like so many others before him, he liked it.
Played into it like he was the instrument and I, the musician.
It rattled me.
I’m so used to men backing off or throwing the word “bitch” at me like it’s some kind of live grenade, that I have no idea what to make of this walking contradiction. Is he always like this? How far can I push before he decides one night isn’t worth dealing with my attitude problem?
Because regardless of the way my pulse flutters when he looks at me, that’s all this can be.
One night of letting myself get wrapped up in hard muscles and a scent that makes slick drip down my thighs.
One night of fun before it’s back to reality and the painful truth of everything collapsing around me faster than I can stop it.
Large, warm hands cup my face, dragging me out of what was sure to be an impressive spiral.
It’s still too dark to tell for sure, but the light shining above us shows glittering hazel eyes peering down at me, concern echoing in their depths.
In the few moments I was zoned out, ball boy has led us to the football house.
I’m pretty sure they have some gross name for it, but I don’t particularly care to ask. “You alright, kitten?” He asks softly.
I step back out of his embrace, adopting my usual persona. “I didn’t follow you all the way back here for a therapy session, ball boy. Are we doing this or what?” My tone comes out a little shakier than I’d like, and he notices.
Lucky for me, he lets it slide and opens the door before holding his arm out with a flourish. “Up the stairs and last door on your left, m’lady.”
That draws a snort out of me that I barely manage to stifle. The last thing this guys ego needs is me laughing at his antics.
God forbid I let a man think he’s funny.
I don’t stop to take in any details of the house since I don’t plan to stay longer than absolutely necessary, instead making a beeline up the stairs and to the last room on the left.
I’m not sure what I expected to find from a cocky jock, but an immaculately clean room with two perfectly made matching beds was not it.
Quirking a brow behind me, ball boy chuckles.
“My roommate has a thing for organization. You should see his locker.”
“Thanks, but I’ll take a hard pass on that little adventure.”
He laughs again, louder this time, before stripping off his shirt and dropping to his knees in front of me.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. “What the hell are you doing?”
He feigns confusion, and if it weren’t for the amused twinkle in his eyes I might buy it. “You told me to get on my knees and bark for you.” He bites down hard on his bottom lip to stifle a grin before letting it free and winking at me. “Woof.”
A genuine laugh escapes before I can stop it, but I wasn’t expecting him to actually follow through. I decide then to see just how far he’s willing to let me push. An alpha letting an omega take control in the bedroom is practically unheard of, but I want to try, anyway.
He’s close enough to me that it only takes one step for me to be standing between his spread legs, and without giving myself time to think it through, I spear one hand through his beautiful curls and tug sharply until his eyes meet mine.
The whimper he lets out is better than poetry, and with the way his eyes darken with lust?
It really is too bad this can only be one night, because I think this alpha would be so much fun to play with.
I plan to make the most of the time we do have.
“Look at you, following instructions,” I coo.
His jaw goes slack, showcasing perfectly straight teeth.
The tiny dress I’m wearing is a-line, so when I push the pencil-thin straps off my shoulders, it drops to the ground with no resistance, leaving me in a minuscule pair of neon orange panties and a pair of heart shaped pasties that say “Eat me” on them.
What can I say? I was manifesting.
I watch, amused, as his eyes widen and a startled giggle leaves his plush lips.
He looks like he has no idea what to make of me, which is exactly how I like it.
Those hazel eyes darken with need as his scent explodes around us.
His hands move to the band of my panties, but he pauses, looking to me for permission.
“I’m already on my knees, and I think I’d like to stay here a while,” he rasps, toying with my panties.
My breath stalls, a sudden bout of nerves striking me.
I’ve never had someone go down on me before.
Sure, I’ve had sex, but it was always a quick fuck in a bathroom stall or an assisted heat spike between suppressant packs where I was nothing more than a glorified sex toy for some horny alpha that had been “vetted” by the clinic staff.
“O-okay,” I stammer, momentarily breaking my cool facade.
If he notices at all, he’s polite enough to ignore the lapse.
Instead, he tears the panties down so fast I swear I hear them tear, but before I can be adequately upset about losing one of my favorite pairs of panties, his tongue swipes straight through my soaked core, making me moan loudly.
He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t wait for me to direct him, this man, who looks like he would only ever think about his own pleasure, devours me .
His tongue is all over the place, lapping up the slick from my thighs and pussy before nipping at my clit.
It takes no time at all for my thighs to start shaking around his head, and as soon as he slips a finger inside me, I’m done.
My orgasm crests over me in a wave, leaving me weak-kneed and breathless.
But he doesn’t stop there. No, no. This alpha gives me no time to recover before diving back in for more. The stimulation is too much for my overly sensitive clit, so as soon as he guides me back to sit on the edge of his bed, I flip the script.
Literally.
I use surprise to my advantage and flip us so he’s on his back, staring up at me like he might be dreaming. I’ve somehow landed so one leg straddles either side of one of his muscular thighs, and I immediately moan when my clit brushes the dusting of hair over the thick muscles there.
The urge to find out what this alpha tastes like hits me hard and before I realize my body is moving, my mouth is brushing his.
He groans, licking into my mouth like he’s desperate to taste as much of me as he can.
Sweet mint explodes across my tongue, making me mewl pathetically.
My omega really likes this alpha’s scent and it’s making me act irrationally.
This was supposed to be just a quick fuck, but here I am letting him kiss me like we’re long lost lovers.
He breaks away with a gasp, and I feel his cock twitching against my stomach. “If you don’t stop grinding that sweet little body against me, I’m going to come and end this night before we get to the really good part.”
The gravelly words bring me back from the cliff that is my omega impulses and I readjust myself, straddling his waist instead so his cock sits flush with my soaked slit.
“You’ll be lucky if I let you come at all, ball boy.
Maybe I’ll use your pretty dick to get myself off and leave you high and dry. ”
He chuckles low. “Oh, kitten. Bold of you to assume I’ll last long enough for you to get off again.”
I raise a disbelieving brow and he shrugs, biting down on his kiss-swollen bottom lip in a way that makes my stomach flip. “Apparently I have a thing for hot, mean blondes.”
It takes considerable effort to force away the shiver that his words cause, but I refuse to allow him the upper hand here. I pat his cheek, my expression dripping with as much condescension as I can muster. “Oh, come on. You can be a good boy for me and wait to come until I say, can’t you?”
His pupils, which had returned to normal with our banter, blow wide again at my words. The black nearly overtakes the green and brown of his irises as he nods frantically. “I can. I can be so good for you, kitten.”
That should not be so fucking hot.
Something about the way he says that trips the impulses in my brain and sends me into full blown needy omega mode, which is the only excuse for what I do next.
I grind down on his erection, whining when my clit rocks over the tip.
The alpha chokes beneath me, and stops breathing altogether when I align him with my center and drop down, crying out at the stretch.
I’ve never been with an alpha before and I’m terrified of being knotted, which is part of the reason I made sure I was on top.
His brain must come back on line finally, because he takes over, thrusting hard enough to bottom out every single time. We’re being so loud I can only pray his housemates are gone or they’re going to get one hell of a concert.
My hips slam down to meet his, and on one of the thrusts my hips tilt back a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough that the tip of his cock hits my g-spot with each thrust and has me clenching around him.
He growls, hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
“Kitten…” the word is clawed out of his throat behind gritted teeth.
“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Come with me. Come for me.”
That’s all it takes. With a primal roar that damn near shakes the room around us, the alpha comes inside of me, barely stopping himself before his knot breaches my entrance.
It’s the consideration that finally takes me over the edge, and before I know it I’m falling into my third orgasm of the night.
Strong arms wrap around my back and flip us so we’re lying face-to-face, but he keeps his eyes closed, a dopey smile on those plush lips that almost makes me want to kiss him again.
But I can’t. Because I know that no matter how much I enjoyed my time with this alpha, this is all it can ever be.
So when he falls asleep a short time later, I admire him and inhale his scent for a few more seconds before silently redressing and slipping out of the house into the cold early-morning air, all the while wondering why I feel a deep sense of loss over never seeing this man again.