Chapter 12 Shay
CHAPTER TWELVE
shay
I haven’t been a virgin since Jensen Murdoch snuck into my bedroom window the night of my sixteenth birthday to give me his present. I was the head cheerleader, and he was the high school’s popular quarterback. Can’t get more cliché than that.
But August Young, he makes the two guys I’ve been with look like boys, while he’s all man. He might be seriously overestimating my skill level.
“There’s perfection, firecracker,” his voice rumbles low and deep, “and then there’s you. You surpass mere perfection by miles.”
His words, coupled with the hungry look in his eyes, ease my nerves a bit. And if those two things weren’t enough, the heavy haze of Alpha pheromones flooding the room gives my ego a much-needed kick in the ass. He’s an Alpha, and I’m an Omega. Biology is just giving us a helping hand.
“Then why are you still so far away?”
I don’t even recognize my own voice. Need has a stranglehold on my vocal cords, slick is liberally dripping down my thighs, and there’s a whine building deep in my chest.
He’s so…big. Not just his physical appearance but his whole aura. He’s this larger-than-life bad boy who I shouldn’t want to involve myself with, but when I remember last night… Well, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we put that energy to a different kind of test.
“My response to you is a little frightening. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted someone so deeply.”
He’s saying all the right things, but now is the time for action. Taking the decision out of his hands, I stalk closer. His eyes rake over me, fists clenching at his sides as I remove the distance between us.
“I’d say me neither, but it would be a lie.”
It’s almost imperceptible, but I notice his slight flinch at my words.
Wanting to both soothe the direct hit while simultaneously dragging it out, I tentatively touch the silver bars through his nipples, hearing his ragged inhale at the brush of my fingers.
I’ve never been with a man with piercings before.
Are they more sensitive? Feeling bold, I trail a path down the middle of his eight abs artfully decorated with swirling lines and entire paragraphs of ink.
“You see, there are three other men who’ve invaded my life, and I can’t seem to get them off my mind either.”
He exhales harshly, a smug smirk slowly taking over his face. “I’ll give it to you, firecracker. When you go after what you want, it’s sexy as hell.”
“Good. Because that’s what I’m doing right now.” My fingers dip between the waistband of his sweats and the warmth of his skin, wondering how far I can push before he completely loses his grip on his control.
His nostrils flare, and eyes that were once a bright hazel are now the color of a stormy sea.
This is so different from my time with Miles. The lights were always out, we were hidden under the covers, and foreplay was a word that didn’t exist in the Alpha’s vocabulary. This burgeoning anticipation is new, thrilling, and a million times better than dreading the inevitable disappointment.
“Can I help get you out of these or…” My fingers continue to circle beneath the soft cotton, and a full-body shudder ripples his muscles.
“I give you free rein over my body. Whatever, whenever. No restrictions.”
Meeting his look with one that I’m positive closely resembles his, I inhale deeply, drawing in our combined scents. It’s better than any aphrodisiac.
With my eyes locked on his, I slowly push the material over his hips until it can fall freely to the floor.
I don’t dare look down because I know my bravado will falter the second I do.
I want to hang onto this feeling as long as I can, expecting him to take over at any second.
Waiting for his Alpha side to surge forward and demand what he’s due.
Yet even as my hand wraps around the impressive length of his cock, my eyes going wide at just how large he is, he simply stands there, letting me lead.
A barrage of words flit through my mind faster than I can name them.
Patient. Selfless. Trusting.
That’s when the spotlight shines down on six years of distrust and anger, beginning to highlight some of the absolute fallacies within the mindset I’ve held since running.
In one brief moment, this Alpha is starting to disprove my prejudices with his complete inaction.
Everything I told myself back then was based off of one man who, I’m starting to realize, was the exception, not the rule.
“You look like you’re about to cry. Would you prefer I go?” August asks softly, finally giving in and touching my jaw with a reverence that’s all the things I ever wanted and didn’t know I needed. A single tear falls free.
“Please don’t. Show me all the other things I was wrong about.”
He doesn’t ask what I mean. His hands reach for me, lifting me into his arms with his long dick nestled between us. My legs wrap around his waist, and in two short strides he’s dropping us onto the unmade bed. With his body poised above mine, his forearms bracket my head.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I’m pretty sure I have at least some idea.” I rock my hips, and he groans.
“I want to kiss you,” his eyes drop to my mouth, “all over.”
My breath hitches, the space between my thighs so wet I’m probably soaking the bed.
“Will you let me?”
“I give you free rein over my body. Whatever, whenever. No restrictions.” Hearing his words repeated back to him earns me a low rumble in his chest. “Except for one.”
“Name it.”
“No bite.”
“Done. Now then… First, your mouth.” His lips press into mine with soft, tender brushes that coax out another sneaky tear.
It’s true what they say. Never judge a book by its cover. The tattoos, serious eyes, frown lines, and motorcycle are so stereotypical that you can’t help but expect one thing and be blown away when you realize he’s something else altogether.
His tongue licks along the seam of my mouth, never pressing but teasing with its eager invitation.
When his hips retreat, sending his shaft sliding through my wetness, I gasp.
His tongue takes advantage of the opening and dives in to caress the length of mine.
It’s like no other kiss I’ve ever experienced.
It’s slow and sensual, not rushing toward the grand finale.
He’s in no hurry at all as he explores and tastes, making me feel worshipped.
He pulls back, and I try to follow, but he shifts just out of reach to drop kisses along my jaw, then down my throat, lightly sucking as he goes.
His mouth trails down to my cleavage, and he looks up at me with hunger blazing in his gaze. “Next, your gorgeous breasts.”
He presses a tender kiss to each nipple before his tongue licks around each hardened peak.
The second his lips close around the left one, sucking it into his mouth, I moan.
My back tries to arch off the bed, and my clit throbs as my core tightens.
My hands run over his short buzzed hair, needing to ground myself somehow.
“You’re sensitive here.” He doesn’t pause for a response, just moves to the other one and repeats the gesture.
“Please, Auggie,” I whimper.
He hums against my breast, tugging the nipple into his mouth until I’m a whining mess beneath him. Releasing it with a loud pop, he peppers kisses down my belly, into the dip of my belly button, and across my pelvic bone.
“Will you taste as sweet as I’ve imagined?”
“I… I’ve never… No one’s ever…”
Surprised hazel eyes rise to mine. “A man’s never eaten this decadent pussy of yours?”
A head shake is my only response.
“Oh, baby. Now, I can’t wait to devour you.”
Before I can process that statement, his nose brushes my clit and the width of his tongue swipes through my pussy. His moan rumbles against my sensitive skin, each sensation more incredible than the next.
“God, I could feast on you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but never be satisfied.”
His lips close around my clit, quick flicks of his tongue driving me to a precipice that’s sure to destroy me. Just as I’m teetering on the edge, one thick finger teases my hole. He presses in, the pad of his finger skimming along the walls of my pussy where no one else has been in so, so long.
“You’re so goddamn tight.” Thrusting in and out, he slowly adds another finger. “Gotta stretch this sweet pussy out if you’re gonna take my dick.”
“Please. I need you inside me, Aug.”
“Just one more…”
When I look down, it’s to see him watching his fingers play in and out of my body with a look that can only be described as filthy.
I’m already panting when three fingers spread me wide, then he leans in and circles my clit with his tongue. I cry out, my entire body going taut as I’m wracked with an orgasm so strong it steals my breath and makes my body tremble.
I barely notice when he removes his mouth or when he pulls his fingers from my still spasming cunt. The slide of his body moving to cover mine hardly registers. It’s not until his big palms cup each side of my face, with his dick slowly pushing into me, that his voice finally registers.
“I want to watch you as I fill you up, sweetheart. Even now you’re still coming—I can feel your body fluttering around me.” He grits his teeth, looking almost pained. “Holy fuck, tight is an understatement.”
Raising my knees to meet his hips changes the angle, and he sinks all the way down to his knot. A whine rattles out, and his body goes still.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I—”
My hands finally get with the program, lifting to slide over the back of his neck and over the short stubble of his hair. “Don’t you dare. You’re… God… I’ve never felt this good in my life.”
His smile slowly grows until it’s damn near blinding. “You just wait, baby.”
His hips retreat, and we sit suspended for a long moment as his lips dip to take mine again. Without warning, he thrusts deep, the sound of skin slapping together echoing through the room.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
“See what I mean?”