Chapter 20 #2
“I just wish your mind could catch up to your body,” he growls, reaching down and rubbing my growing hard-on through my sweatpants. “Tell me this is all for me. Not for her. Me.”
He squeezes my shaft expertly through the fabric of my pants. I let out a breathy groan, leaning forward and resting my forehead against the bare skin of his torso. It’s hot, like the surface of a blazing sun.
My mind buzzes like it’s on fire.
I’ve definitely had hard-ons because of Andi. Like when she was pressed up against me, topless, during that photoshoot. Or when we were in the booth at Musso & Frank's. Honestly, now that I think about it, I’m hard around Andi often.
But that’s the last thing I should say to Eli. Especially when he has his hand on my cock.
“I asked a question,” Eli growls.
All my thoughts stutter when he reaches past the waistband of my sweatpants.
The skin of his hand is rough from the years he’s spent in the gym.
A lot of alphas have more muscular physiques because of their hormones.
The only requirement is looking in the direction of a dumbbell once a month, or so.
Eli, on the other hand?
His muscular bulk is earned.
“This—this is for you,” I stutter, letting out another long groan as he strokes my shaft, twisting around the head.
“Good boy.”
The praise has a thrill shooting through me.
“You’re mine,” he growls, pulling his hand from my pants.
I let out an embarrassing whine.
“Such a needy, pathetic little omega for me.” He scrapes his teeth against the shell of my ear, making me melt further.
I shove at the waistband of my pants, pushing them past my hips. My cock bobs between us, weeping at the head, begging for attention.
“What? Use your words.” I can practically hear his smirk.
“Please, Eli,” I pant. “Please touch me.”
I stare up into his dark eyes, my gaze roving across his face. There’s a fire there, a spark that tells me how much he’s enjoying this.
It doesn’t feel real.
Have I really been that stupid? That consumed with my own anxiety that I haven’t been able to see what’s right in front of me?
“I love the look of you right now,” he bites out. “All needy and pleading.”
My hips inch closer to him. I feel crazy right now.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this worked up outside of my heat in my entire life. Is it because Eli kind of, in a roundabout way, confessed his feelings? Or is it because I was already worked up from picking up the hints of Andi’s scent?
The memory of Andi’s scent makes my mouth water at the thought of being sandwiched between them both. Eli at my back while I pumped into her slick heat.
I reach down and grip the base of my cock, stroking it desperately, needing some relief.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Eli chuckles, gripping my wrists and pinning them behind my back as easily as you’d take candy from a baby. And I try not to make it easy for him, either.
Try being the operative word.
“Please,” I whimper.
Thankfully, he puts me out of my misery, spitting into his hand and using it as lubricant to stroke up and down my shaft again. That, combined with the precum weeping from my tip, makes his hand glide against me in a way that has me panting and squirming against him.
Normally during my heats, we don’t spend time on foreplay. His hand on my cock feels completely different than my own.
“So needy,” he mutters under his breath, watching my reactions to him with hawk-like intensity.
My hands flex as I struggle weakly against the hold he still has on my wrists.
“Please, Eli,” I whimper. “Let me make you feel good, too.”
He freezes, his hand stilling, and I have to bite back a whine.
“You want to make me feel good too, huh?” His jaw works as he stares down at me. “No.”
“No? But—”
“The last thing I want is a pity fuck. I’m only gonna let you make me feel good if you actually fuckin’ mean it.”
“I do!” I gasp.
His dark eyes narrow on me before his lips quirk up in a devilish smirk.
“Gonna have to make me believe it,” he shrugs, his hand continuing to drag up and down my shaft.
When the hold he has on my wrists loosens, even though it takes all the willpower I have, I pull away from his touch. He lets me, continuing to watch me with that intensity that has my skin crawling.
I lean forward onto my hands and knees, crawling closer to him and gripping the hem of his boxers.
He’s hard. Throbbing, even. I can see him pulsing with his heartbeat behind the thin fabric.
“I—I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out,” I mumble, pressing my cheek against the fabric.
It doesn’t escape either of us that this was what we were doing before Andi interrupted us that night at the Grammys.
“But I—I feel the same way about you. I just—I just didn’t think I deserved you or that you were actually interested. ”
“Mhmmm, okay,” he rasps. “Enough talkin’ then.”
My lips quirk into a smile.
We have done an awful lot of talking. Especially for us.
I tug his boxers down and his cock practically smacks me in the face. I run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside before sucking the head into my mouth.
Eli throws his head back with a groan, reaching down and gripping my hair with one hand.
“Such a good omega for me,” he says through clenched teeth.
I let out a hum of satisfaction before wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing and massaging his growing knot as I continue working him with my mouth and tongue.
He reaches down my body, his fingers slipping between the globes of my ass and teasing my slick-soaked hole.
The moan I let out vibrates straight from my throat and down his cock.
“Someone likes his ass played with, huh?”
His filthy mouth is going to be the death of me.
That or his fingers, scissoring inside my ass, stretching me out for him.
My burnt caramel perfume explodes out from me.
There’s just something about being preoccupied on both ends that has my heart racing.
I try to focus on the feeling of his cock in my mouth as I get him as far down my throat as I can, instead of the feeling of his fingers stretching me out. Because if I focus on how good his fingers feel, I’ll be too distracted to give him a good blowjob.
He lets out his own groan, the hand in my hair tightening until I feel a slight burn in my scalp.
He pulls his fingers from my ass and my mouth off his cock in one swift movement. I cling to the sheets underneath me as I stare up at him, panting to catch my breath.
He looks even more massive with me on my hands and knees, staring up at him like this.
I want to trace all the tattoos across his skin with my tongue.
Maybe another time.
With the intensity of the look in his eyes right now, I don’t think he’d be patient enough to just sit there and let me do that.
He pulls me up until I’m on my knees, ripping off my t-shirt.
Oops. Forgot I even had that on.
As he shoves his boxers the rest of the way off his legs, leaving him completely naked, I turn, leaning down so I’m face down ass up in front of him.
“No,” he grunts, gripping the back of my neck in a way that has me melting into the touch.
“No?” My breath catches in my throat.
He won’t just leave me like this, will he? God, I don’t know if the dildos and toys I have in my nightstand drawer will be enough to get me through this level of horniness.
I need his knot.
From both a physical and psychological perspective.
With a hold on my shoulder and my hip, he somehow gets me flat on my back in one swift movement, knocking the wind out of me.
“Ooof,” I say, blinking up at him.
His eyes are dark as they roam up and down my body—spread out underneath him.
“Like this,” he says, his lip quirking in a mischievous smirk as he grips my thighs and starts pushing them up. “I want to look at you while I knot you.”
My mouth goes dry as I stare down at myself, being folded in half. My legs are over his shoulders, leaving me completely exposed to his massive cock bobbing between us.
He runs the head along the cleft of my ass cheeks, collecting my slick along his shaft.
A little desperate whine leaves my lips. But I’m pinned underneath him. There’s nothing I can do but wait and take it.
And take it, I do.