Chapter 20 #2
His words are rough, his gaze darkening.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Baby Girl?” The embarrassed part of me wants to take over.
Wants me to open my mouth and deny that we did anything, but…
why would I do that? They know what happened.
And if the hardness underneath me is any indication…
maybe they even wished they were with us.
It’s a heady feeling, going from being viewed as practically worthless to someone that four amazing men genuinely want to spend time with.
I nod, my bottom lip tugging under my teeth.
His pupils are blown. “Did Teddy make you feel good for your first time? If he hurt you at all, you just say the word—”
My head shakes fervently as I sit up, my hands bracing his chest. “He didn’t hurt me. I mean, it was a stretch—” my face flames hotter at my choice of words, “but he…made sure I was ready first.”
His breath hitches, and this time when he shifts his hips, I can’t ignore the way he presses against my aching center. “Good. He better have.”
“Do you…” Dammit, this is dangerous territory, but it seems that my hormones have taken control of my mouth.
“Do you want to know how he did that?” My hips shift slightly, the sensation sending a thrill through me.
His hands land on my hips in response, his cock pulsing once.
I don’t think I’ve ever noticed just how large his hands are compared to mine.
I can see the way his breathing is becoming more shallow. It’s obvious he wants me just as much as I want him. He nearly chokes out his words. “If you…want to tell me, I can make sure he did it right.”
Sitting on top of this alpha, his eyes boring into my soul, his hands on my body and the evidence of his desire pushing against my core, I’ve never felt more powerful. More wanted. More beautiful.
My voice is rough as I nod. “Quality control is very important.” His fingers press into my hips.
“Quality control.” He nods back. “Can’t have my omega receiving sub-par pleasure.”
Another shiver runs through me at the way he says the word “pleasure”.
My hands run across his broad chest. “I…I made him show me how to hold him—”
His dick jumps again, and when his fingers dig into my hips, I find myself fighting the urge to move. “You made him tell you?”
At the sheer awe in his voice, I lose the battle against all-out dry-humping the alpha, seeking the friction of his hard shaft against me.
He hisses, his eyes snapping shut for just a second.
I have no time to question whether or not I’ve just completely embarrassed myself, because then he moves under me, his cock rubbing against my clothed pussy and filling my lower belly with warmth. If we were naked, we’d be fucking.
“I wanted to make sure I was doing it right.” My voice is breathless, watching the way my carefully controlled alpha starts to unravel underneath me.
“What a good girl,” he murmurs, his hands guiding me so that I can move against him easier. His breathing hitches as he looks up at me. “Then what happened?”
“I…” my breath catches, “he put me on the floor, covering us in paint. He tasted me…you know—”
“The Brit licked this sweet pussy?” he nearly growls, but not in a threatening way. In a way that sends lighting up my veins. Hearing him talk like this when he’s been so calm and controlled sends a thrill through me.
He wants me.
“Yes,” I breathe, “and I’ve never…” his hands are along for the ride as my hips start moving back and forth, chasing my release against the cock of my alpha.
“I’ve never felt anything like it.” I’m so close, and the way he looks at me, filled with primal hunger only feeds my desire—and my confidence.
Maverick grunts under me, his fingers gripping me tighter.
“And when he entered me,” I gasp, right on the edge as I bend forward, my face close to his, “it hardly even hurt.”
He surges forward, his lips capturing mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. He tastes like clean leather, lemongrass, and mine. I moan into his mouth, the slide of his cock against me sending me over the edge.
My pussy clenches around nothing, my slick dampening my underwear to the point I’m definitely going to need to change. My arms give out, and I nearly collapse on top of him, my head falling to the crook of his neck.
Maverick suddenly lets out a slow, sexy-as-hell moan as his hips stutter against me. “Fuck, Wren…oh, Baby Girl.” His head falls back, his breathing hard as he stares at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
I let out a breathless laugh, and his hands shift from my hips to rub my back. “Well, I’ve certainly never done that before.”
“I haven’t cum in my pants since I was a damn teenager,” he chuckles, “and never with anyone as breathtaking as you.”
“You…came in your pants?” My brows shoot up in surprise. Is that the extra wetness I feel?
“That’s what you do to me,” he presses a kiss to my forehead, “never doubt that I want you. That…we want you. Even if we hold back a little. We just don’t want to rush you.”
My body is nearly boneless between my post-orgasm bliss and being enveloped in Maverick’s scent. My nose runs up the hollow of his throat, breathing him in.
Mine.
“I want you too,” I murmur, my lips brushing his skin. “All of you. So don’t hold back anymore. Please?”
A small gasp leaves me as he puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up, brushing the sweetest of kisses across my lips. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to.”
“And…do you want to?” Our lips brush as the whisper leaves me, and his hold on me tightens.
“Not even a little bit, Baby Girl.”