Chapter 41 – Kincaid #2
My crown bumps the bottom of her pussy. Rather than giving up on taking more of me, she swivels her hips in a circle, completely changing the feel.
Every inhale floods my system with her pheromones, and my knot pulses with the same ache that hits my canines.
Dammit.
Being within biting distance is dangerous.
I’ve hooked up with betas before and never once has their scent left me feeling like I’m about to go into rut. With Lumen, I have to focus on staying clear. I’m afraid if I give in to my instincts for even a second, I’ll snap and bite her.
That would destroy the trust we’ve built.
Lumen bounces on my cock, and her mouth pulls from mine. She falls against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. Moaning, she locks down on my length, wringing my dick.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” I scoot down the bench a little and hold her in place with my hand on her hip as I buck up into her. It’s not the easiest with how tight she gets, and I have to grind my teeth to hold back my own orgasm.
I’d love to fully talk her through it, but I’d have to whisper.
It’s also taking everything in me not to fill her tight little cunt to the brim.
She’s going to be without panties for the rest of the night, and I’m going to be dripping all out of her pretty little pussy.
Yeah, those thoughts aren’t helping me keep it together.
She slowly grinds over me as she finally starts to come back to herself.
Damn.
She came for so long that it’s almost impressive. She leans up, and I think she’s going to kiss me, but she gets close to my ear and says, “I’m going to spin around.”
My computing must be slowed way down. She’s already in the process of climbing off my length by the time I figure out what she said.
Be a gentleman and help.
I release her hair and help her get settled.
She faces away from me with her shins and heels on the booth next to my hips. It takes my breath away as she works herself down onto my length all over again.
Damn, did she get tighter when she came?
That seems counterproductive.
On the plus side, the position allows her to take much more of me with each fall.
“My muscles are going to hate me, but I’m going to do my best to hang in there,” she says softly. “At least, long enough for you to come.”
She purposely clenches her inner walls, and I would laugh at the fact she’s trying to get me to finish quickly, but the way her pussy clings to my cock is no laughing matter.
I curse under my breath and kiss her temple as my hands land on her hips.
“Damn, sweetheart,” I choke out. “That’s a completely different feeling…”
“I know.” She grins at me over her shoulder.
Pears and roses.
Everything gets so hazy, it’s almost like I’m disconnected from my body.
My knot throbs, and I move to work her clit.
“Do you know how badly I ache to fuck you full of me?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“I’m dying to slam every drop of my cum into that bruised little cervix of yours.
” I bump my cheek to hers. “You like it deep. Don’t you, baby girl?
” She moans, and I bring my free hand to cover her mouth. “Fuck yeah, you do.”
She licks my palm, and I can feel the curve of her smile against my skin.
Lumen is perfect.
Everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.
I pick up speed on her swollen nub and slide my other hand from her mouth to her throat.
“You open to this, sweetheart?” I give her a little squeeze. The way she strangles my cock says she enjoys it, but I let up. “I’m going to need a yes or no.”
“Yes,” she says, pulling her tank top and bra down until her tits pop out. She flicks her fingers over her nipples. “I’m so close…again. It’s usually hard for me to get there once, let alone twice, but your piercings are magical.”
I smirk, but she swivels her hips just right, and my pleasure builds ridiculously fast. Speeding up, I apply more pressure to her nub while simultaneously praying for a miracle.
I can’t come before she gets another one in.
“Come on, Lumen. I need to feel you wring my cock again,” I whisper, giving her throat another squeeze. “Be my good girl and soak me in your cunt.”
Her back falls against my chest, and she gets so much slicker.
I take that as my signal that she’s close. Bucking up into her, I do everything I can to destroy her as thoroughly as she’s destroying me.
Knowing there are people just on the other side of the curtain amps up the naughty factor, and my balls tighten.
I let up on Lumen’s neck.
The key is never to cut off a partner’s breathing. It’s all about applying pressure to restrict blood flow, which gives a slight lightheaded, euphoric feeling. No pressure should ever be focused on the front of the throat, and I don’t want to get too lost in the moment and fuck up.
Pleasure rips through my nerve endings with no additional warning, and I lock my muscles tight.
I’m too foggy, and she feels too good.
My instincts scream to breed and bite her. It’s so fucking bizarre, but I give in to the fantasy, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from blurting out the insanity that’s running through my mind.
Lumen shakes against my chest, getting louder by the second.
I bring my hand up, clamping over her mouth to muffle the sound.
The curtain rips open on the side opposite us, and I freeze.
Parish pushes Wren inside with his hands on her hips. He doesn’t even look up as he pulls the curtain closed without breaking their kiss. Backing her toward the booth on the other side of the table, he ignores the two of us, even though I’m sure he knows we’re here.
Lumen gasps against my palm, and I chuckle, tucking her skirt over her lap to cover the fact I’m buried inside her.
Parish guides Wren to lie down, their legs hanging off the edge as he stretches out over her.
“This is nothing,” I say close to Lumen’s ear. “You should have seen the bus in the old days.”
Lumen pulls up her shirt and bra, snorting.
It makes her core clench around my cock, and I growl.
Parish raises a hand over the table, flipping me off without pulling his tongue from Wren’s mouth.
Lumen’s back shakes against my chest as she laughs, and I study her face.
She’s so fucking pretty.
I find myself smiling like a total goofball. She’s eventually going to have to climb off my lap. The thought of her pussy being filled with my cum makes me smugger than I have any right to be.
Let Theo try to talk to her now. He won’t be able to miss how saturated she is in my scent. That thought reminds me that the same goes for Tennyson when it comes to Parish and Wren.
Ahh, fuck.
We might want to prepare for an old-school fistfight in a parking lot. I’m pretty sure Liminal has never gone an entire tour without one, so it’s probably fitting that they get that out of the way. It’ll be their official welcome to the band moment.