Chapter 19 #3
My breaths are short, quick pants that make my head spin. He doesn’t take his eyes off me until he reaches for the button to my jeans. He pauses, eyes darting back up to mine. “Are you sure?”
I think I’ll be checking myself into the psych ward after this because for the smallest moment, I think I’m in love. With a man I met yesterday.
“Yes.”
He takes my confirmation and undoes my pants. Grabbing the waistband, he pulls my pants and boxers down over my ass, my cock springing free.
It nearly slaps him in the face, hanging heavy and thick, weeping with pre cum.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he growls low in his chest. “Fucking hell, Emmett. Look at you. A fucking piece of art.”
My whole body flushes, my cock twitching at his admiration of my body. Well, my cock. But I still love the compliment.
“Sit down for me, baby.” He guides my hips, getting me to sit on the bed.
Leaning back on shaky arms, I try to steady my breathing as I watch Sloane move between my legs.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he growls, wrapping his massive hand around my cock.
My eyes roll, and I don’t hold back the moan that spills from my lips as he gives me a firm squeeze, stroking me from root to tip.
“Look at you, fucking leaking. There’s so much. Let’s not let that go to waste."
When his lips wrap around my cock, my eyes snap open. Slaone moans as he sucks me into his mouth, his lips stretching around my girth.
I nearly lose it when he swirls his tongue around the tip, lapping up all the pre cum that continues to spill free. “You taste so fucking good,” Sloane growls when he pulls off. “Such a perfect cock. I can’t wait to know what it feels like inside me.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, my hands gripping at the sheets.
He gives me his signature cocky smile, one I’m growing to like real fast. He takes me into his mouth again, this time working his hand.
My eyes flutter shut, and I let myself fall back on the bed, unable to hold myself up any longer.
“Sloane,” I moan as he takes me all the way to the back of this throat, then cry out when he swallows around my shaft. “Oh fuck!” My hips jerk, thrusting up, making him take more of me. “Shit, sorry,” I quickly say when he gags.
“Don’t be,” Sloane says, pulling off my cock before taking me into his mouth again.
I lay there, body humming with pleasure, head clouded as every cell in my body feels like it’s on fire.
His hot, wet mouth feels so fucking good. Every time he swallows around my cock, I shudder with pleasure. I know I’m not going to last long, I’m already so far gone.
I need to cum so damn bad, so when Sloane slides two fingers into my slick-coated ass, my back bows. He starts to fuck me with them, rubbing them against my prostate.
“Yes,” I groan. “Oh fuck. Yes. Right there. I’m gonna cum. Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna—Fuck!” I shout as my orgasm crashes into me.
My whole body tenses, my balls drawing up, and cum shoots out of me and down Sloane’s throat. He swallows every drop of me as he continues to work his fingers inside me. It feels so good, I can’t stop cumming. I fill his mouth with jet after jet of cum.
It’s not until I feel like passing out, forcing myself to catch my breath, that I’m finally able to let my body relax into the mattress.
Sloane pulls off my cock with a pop. “Such a good boy,” he purrs, kissing the underside of my cock as it falls back onto my stomach. “You cum so pretty. I could listen to your moans all fucking day.”
My eyes open when Sloane gets to his feet. I look up at him, chest heaving while feeling like my bones have turned to jelly.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“Any time, sugar tits.” He winks. “And I mean that. Anytime you want your cock sucked, I'm your man. Think of me as your personal cock slut.”
That has me laughing. He chuckles too.
It should feel weird after, but it doesn’t. Sloane helps me back into my boxers and pants, then gives me his hand to pull me to my feet.
My limbs are shaky, body humming, and honestly, I'm in a pretty euphoric mood.
Sloane stares at me, but the moment he touches me, it’s like my body is on fire again. Our eyes lock, and the next thing I know, I’m grabbing the back of his head and slamming my lips to his.
Sloane moans into my mouth, meeting my passion with his own.
The kiss is pure hunger and a mess of tongues and teeth. Our hands grab at one another, trying to touch everywhere.
We fall backwards on the bed, me on top of him. I waste no time grinding against him, feeling like a needy Omega. I could blame part of this on being so close to my next heat.
But I think it’s actually just this explosive connection I have with this Alpha.
“Fuck,” Sloane growls when I start to suck and kiss at his neck. “I want to fucking drown in you, Emmett.”
Whimpering, I continue to rock my hips, feeling like a needy little slut. God, I haven’t been this horny in a long time.
“That's it, baby, mark me. Leave your mark all over me,” Sloane hums as I continue to nip at his neck, over his face, and stopping at his lips to thrust my tongue into his mouth and to the other side of his throat.
“Yours,” he groans. “All fucking yours. Claim me, Omega. Show the world who you belong to.”
I’m not sure if he means this in the heat of the moment, or just leaving hickeys all over his neck, but my Omega brain doesn’t care. Before I know what I’m doing, I latch onto his neck and cum hard.
My cock jerks inside my jeans, flooding my boxers with cum as Sloane lets out this long, pain-pleasured groan, his cock twitching beneath me.
“Holy fuck,” Sloane grunts.
It’s not until the buzz of the moment wears off that I start to freak out. Oh fuck. What the hell did I just do?
I pull back and gape down at him in horror.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns me. “Don’t take this moment from me, Emmett.
You have no fucking idea how hot that was.
How fucking over the moon I am. This–” He points to his neck.
“Is getting tattooed so it stands out. Also, I want a few on my cock if that's not too much to ask for.
Not right now, but in the future. Something to think about.
Also, I have never come in my pants before, so that's a first. But god was that one of the best feelings ever.”
“You’re not mad?” I ask, brows furrowed, but I’m also trying not to laugh.
“Fuck no,” he snorts. “Wait. Do you regret it? Shit, did you not mean to?”
And now I feel stupid. “Not exactly.” I rub the back of my neck. “Instincts kind of took over? But, no. I don’t regret it.”
“Are you sure?” he asks me with caution. “Because if you want me to be mad about this, I won’t. I’ll respect your feelings if this isn’t what you wanted and will help you try to work through it.”
“No,” I chuckle, praying Lexi doesn’t hate me for what I just did. I feel guilty, but this whole scent-match bond thing really does give someone a new perspective on everything. “As long as you’re not mad, I’m not mad. I just hope Lexi won’t be mad.” I sigh, rolling off him.
“She can bite me, too.” Sloane sits up, grinning. “I’d really like that.”
“Sloane.”
“Yes?”
“Why isn’t any of this weird? Why am I not freaking out and over-thinking everything?” Sloane gets to his feet and cups my face.
“Because the universe hand-picked us to all be together. Our souls know who we belong to and that this is right. Why feel weird or bad about it?”
“It’s crazy,” I chuckle. My whole body is humming with this happiness I’ve only felt with Lexi.
“Oh, baby, you haven't seen the half of how crazy things can get.” He grins. “But I promise, only the good kind.”
And I believe him.