Chapter Fourteen
Harper
Having Jay fuck me to another climax is risky and I know it. It’s hot to think about him finishing in me when I’m passed out, but if I’m actually unconscious, I won’t get to enjoy it while he’s doing it. Pervert problems, I know.
Managing to stay awake is my goal now, and the closer I get to coming, the less likely it seems that I’ll make it. All I can focus on is how incredible it feels to be fucked like this.
I’m a mess of sensations as I start to come.
And then, I’m just kind of a mess.
My dick needs a good cleaning off, but it’s not my dick I need to concern myself with.
It’s Jay’s.
He takes his fist out of me slowly, dragging out the hazy pain-pleasure of it.
That’s the drawback, of this new kink.
It’s all good until extraction time.
Then, it kind of hurts.
I grit my teeth as he pulls it all the way out.
Then, I get to release a sigh and go back to that post orgasmic chilled out feeling.
At least for a second.
He looks ready to stand up and move away.
I turn around and stop him, hands on his pants.
“Sit back down and let me take care of you before we get in the car and drive back home.”
He does what I’m asking, because he always does what I ask.
I take my time in making him feel good.
Stroking and licking, sucking and pumping.
He sighs and leans back, closing his eyes.
His hips move slowly when I start to move up and down his cock, taking him right to the back of my throat each time I sink all the way down.
I moan softly around his shaft, eager to taste his cum.
He strokes through my hair, before he pushes me down like I asked him to before.
It’s as hot for him as it is for me. My eyes water as I look up at him.
He can’t even look at me. It’s always been this way.
If he looks, he’ll come.
It might be the hottest thing about having sex with him.
He’s so into me that the littlest thing can push him over the edge.
Watching me while I suck him is one of those things.
He strokes my hair and tugs me down again, and I moan as the salty taste of his load hits my tongue. He holds me on his cock while his cum fills up my mouth and runs down my throat.
I swallow, over and over again, drinking down every last drop.
He sighs and opens his eyes. “Fucking hell, Harper.”
He lets me go and I move back, letting his still hard cock pop out of my mouth.
“I could do all of that all over again,” I admit. “But we should probably start to head home, before our Alphas worry about a kidnapping or something.”
I find my underwear and use the outside of the boxer briefs like a cloth to wipe my cum off my cock. Then I put on my pants and shoes and look around for my shirt.
“Here,” Jay hands it to me. “I might have ripped a few buttons.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to look like a degenerate on the ride home.”
He laughs as he gets up and puts his own shirt back on, keeping the sleeves rolled up.
My shirt is a mess. I do up the few buttons I can still use anyway.
Jay goes back around to the driver’s seat of the car, and I get in the passenger side, stuffing my cum soaked underwear in the glove compartment.
“Don’t let me forget that,” I warn him.
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I always check the glove when I take the rental back.”
That’s probably a good thing. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve cleaned up and stuffed the evidence in that compartment.
The last thing we need is the rental place figuring out an Omega is part of the pack that rents this limo.
Jay starts the engine, and then I catch him sucking on his fingers.
“You didn’t wipe your hand?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Why would I?” he asks, licking his forearm to clear a trail of my slick away.
“Uh, because it’s going to be distracting,” I murmur.
He smiles. “It won’t take too long to lick it all off. It never does.”
“And what about the chance of leaving my scent all over the car?”
Because let’s be real, that’s more likely to worry him than being a bit of a tease to me when I’ve already been sated.
“I clean everything in this car before I hand it back. There’s never one trace of your scent in it. Not a single drop. We’re all good.”
He drives one handed for the first ten minutes while he licks his right hand clean.
“Good thing this is an automatic,” I mumble, making him laugh.
I’m glad he thinks that’s funny.
It’s not as amusing when I lean over and lick his arm a few minutes later.
He glances at me. “What was that?”
“You missed a spot.”
He shakes his head.
I don’t know what I’m trying to prove here, so I stop.
My lusty dick eventually goes to sleep inside my pants now that the visual of Jay licking my taste off his fingers is finally gone from sight.
Sighing, I lay down, my head against his leg.
“Wake me when we’re home.”