Chapter 15 #2
She’s fire, and I use my fingers to pinch her clit, teasing her, and she squirms while giggling. In a heartbeat, she scrambles up the bed, and I chase her. My hands close around her ankles, and I drag her back down the sheets. She’s laughing, breathless, her face flushed.
“I’m going to come too fast if you do that,” she gasps.
“And? There’s no limit to how many times I can do this, Claire. Let me show you.”
I draw her close and press my face between her thighs again, and I don’t take my time. I devour her, while pushing her thighs wider, giving me more space. Her hips roll against my face, and I’m lost in her taste and her scent. I slip two fingers into her, and she cries out.
I’m about to lose it here on the bed at this rate. Her sweet pussy is drenched, sucking at my fingers every time I pull them back. My pretty Omega is panting, her pussy dripping, and she’s burning as hot as an inferno.
“Jakob, I’m going to come, oh God!”
“Come for me. I’ll take it all.” I latch onto her clit as her breath hitches, and her pussy spasms around my fingers as I shove them deep inside her.
She’s screaming, quivering, and I love how turned on she is in this moment. Once she settles, she doesn’t move or say something witty. She’s breathing quickly, smiling. I feel my own cock pressed in against the mattress, rigid, and I’m unsure how much more of this I can take.
Sliding my fingers out, I rise onto my knees and stare down at this beautiful, wrecked Omega. “You’re the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen or tasted. How are you feeling?”
She stares up at me, eyes glazed, chest heaving. “Like I can fly, which I know is dumb, but I love the sensation of coming.”
“Good, because I have an idea,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Sixty-nine. Want to try it with me?”
She’s nodding eagerly. “I’ve been thinking that I need to put something in my mouth.” Her words go through me like electricity.
“I adore this naughty side of you.”
“Right now, I’m still so turned on. That’s all I care about.”
I drop beside her and onto my back. She curls into me, her hand on my chest, tracing the lines of muscle, and the tenderness in her touch is hypnotic.
Then she climbs over me, and I lie there, watching her move, the moonlight on her skin, the curve of her spine, and when she settles into position, I have the most incredible view I’ve ever been blessed with.
That perfect ass in the air, legs spread, her dripping pussy on full display for me. I shuffle down and tuck a pillow under my head for a comfortable reach, my fingers already widening that Omega pleasure hole I’m obsessed with.
“I love your pussy, Claire.”
A moan escapes her, and I push a finger into her, deepening her sensation as she gasps.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, and she’s making a humming sound, lowering herself onto her elbows on the bed on either side of my hips. Then her lips are around my cock.
I hiss through my teeth.
“Oh, fuck. That mouth. Take me as deep as you can.”
Tight, wet heat. Her tongue working the underside, her hand wrapping what she can’t take, and I’m gripping the sheets and staring at the ceiling and trying to remember how to breathe because this woman is destroying me from the root up.
I pull her hips closer. My mouth finds her wet pussy, my tongue fucking her, and we move together. The groans she releases vibrate through my entire body. I’ve jerked myself off hundreds of times, but nothing ever feels as good as a mouth or a pussy.
Air gushes out of my lungs by the pleasure she’s giving, by having my face buried between her thighs.
Muscles spasm from how fucking ready I am to blow, the nerves going straight to my cock.
I groan, licking her sweet lips, sucking on them as she slips me farther into her mouth.
My hips are rocking, helping her take more, pressing deeper.
The craving I’ve felt for Claire is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, the burning ache for release close to unbearable.
“Right there,” I hiss as the tip of my dick hits her throat. “Fuck, babe, yes!”
I take her clit into my mouth and push two fingers into that tight hole, moving fast. She’s whining, her body shaking, and I know she’s close. Fuck, so am I. The wet juice of her pussy slides down her thighs as I eat her out, when I completely lose the control I’ve been holding back.
Now, it rips through me, and I growl, my hands gripping her ass as I blow. “Fuck.”
She jerks as if startled, but she doesn’t release my cock, just sucks down on it like the good little Omega she is.
I’m pulsing more and more, spraying into her mouth, and she’s swallowing it all.
I’m still ferociously licking her when she freezes, and her body starts convulsing.
I hungrily lick up her slick, needing it all inside me.
“Fuck.” I pull back once we’re both collapsed on the bed, her on top of me. “I’m not going to be able to walk after this with that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not sure I can stand up after coming twice.
” She slides off, turns around to face me, and collapses at my side.
I gather her into my arms and pull her to my chest. Her cheek presses against me and she purrs.
I love hearing her make that sound. It reaches deep inside me and curls around my heart.
“Thank you,” I whisper and kiss her brow. “You have no idea how incredible you were.”
“I can say the same about you.” She’s giggling as we both lie there, our breathing gradually slowing.
“I’ve never felt this safe,” she says. “That’s probably a weird thing to say to someone I’ve known for two days.”
I press my lips to her forehead. “It’s honest.”
“I’ve never really had this feeling that someone would actually… protect me. Fight for me. My family loves me, but they don’t understand me. Louis made me feel guarded, but it was conditional. Performance-based. Only when I was being the version of me he wanted.”
“That’s control.”
“Yeah.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I’m starting to see the difference.”
That’s when a stab of guilt starts deep in my chest and grows.
Sharp, sudden, a knife between my ribs. Louis is tied to a tree fifty feet from this bed, and she doesn’t know.
She’s lying in my arms, telling me she feels safe, and I’m holding a secret that would shatter this moment into pieces.
Protecting her is my priority, but so is not hiding secrets from her.
I can’t keep it. I won’t.
“Claire.” I tighten my arms around her. “I need to tell you something.”
She stiffens and pulls back enough to see my face. “What? Should I be worried? Are you married?”
A laugh escapes past my lips. “No, nothing like that. I think one of us should start staying with you at night. Some nights you could stay with us. Whatever feels right.”
“That’s… a bit fast.”
“Not for the reason you’re thinking.” I meet her eyes. “For protection. When I went to turn off the oven, I heard a sound at the back door. Someone was trying to get in.”
The color drains from her face, and her fingers tighten on my arm.
“It was Louis. Dressed in a hoodie and had a backpack with rope and a knife. He was picking the lock.”
Silence, and she doesn’t move. “He was…” Her voice is a whisper. “He was breaking into my house?”
“I caught him and dealt with it. He’s not in your house. He’s not getting anywhere near you. And why I think one of us should be around you for a while.”
She’s trembling, a deep, bone-level fear. The fact that Louis keeps tormenting her upsets me so much.
“Where is he now?”
“I tied him to the tree in your backyard. Then I texted Corey and Brody to come get him so we can grill him about what the fuck he was doing.”
“Are you serious?”
I’m unsure which part she’s referring to, but I nod regardless.
She pulls away. And drags the sheet to her chest. Her eyes grow wide behind her glasses, and she’s staring at me with an expression that’s cycling between shock and fury and fear so fast I can’t track which one’s winning.
“And you didn’t tell me right away?”
I sit up to reach for her. “Claire—”
“You came back to bed. You…” She gestures between us. “We… And the whole time, he was outside? Tied to a tree?”