Chapter 6 #3
“Fuck.” The sound is doused with lust as he pulls back and looks down at where I’m exposed and waiting for him. His face twists, straining with desire as he glances upon me. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
When his fingers slide inside me for the first time, I can’t contain the sound that escapes, and his other hand moves to cover my mouth.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers, my stomach flipping. “I don’t want anyone else to hear you but me. Anyone could walk in… anyone who knows who we are, and then it’ll be out there. People will know you like the feel of my fingers inside your slick pussy.”
Despite the horror of it, I let out a moan again, the sound stifled behind his hand. He keeps it there as he thrusts in and out of me, throwing my bliss into hyperdrive with each pull along my inner walls.
“That’s it, baby.” His lips are warm right against my ear, sending goosebumps over my body. “You feel so fucking good. Let me give you what you need.”
His biceps bulge and his fingers curl, causing me to pulse around him. The peak I want so desperately is right there within reach, and yet he continues to play with me, keeping me in suspension for so long that tears start to well up in my eyes.
“Those are beautiful tears.” He kisses my cheek, letting his bottom lip linger on the sensitive skin there. “Are you going to be a good girl and come quietly for me?”
I nod, aching. His hand still covers my mouth, but he moves it slightly.
“Open up, baby.” I do, and he glides two of his fingers in, gagging me in a way that causes my eyes to fall back into my skull.
“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this. Next time, we’ll get one of the guys to fuck your mouth to keep you quiet. Would you like that?”
I lose it, nodding my head and letting the pleasure take over.
He curls his fingers again, repeatedly hitting the spot deep inside me that tingles, sending sparks up my spine.
When his thumb starts to make little taps on my clit, I groan and bite on his fingers, just enough to keep me quiet as my orgasm shoots right through me.
My nails dig into his biceps and he grunts at the pain of it.
“You’re so fucking good. I want my fingers to stay inside of you forever,” he whispers as my orgasm peaks. “Beautiful omega.”
It feels like it lasts forever, and his words echo as my body starts to relax, coming down from the high. I feel light in my body, like I’m floating on air, and he kisses the side of my neck as my breathing evens out.
I sigh as he pulls his fingers out, my core suddenly empty and pulsing around nothing. We catch eyes as he brings those same fingers to his mouth, closing his lips around them and sucking off every last remnant of slick. He keens, the sound a deep husk that sends a whine up my own throat.
He draws them out of his mouth and places his hand on my face, his thumb going over my lip.
His eyes sparkle, saying a million things and also nothing at all.
It leaves me feeling vulnerable, more vulnerable than the thing we just spontaneously did because of the beasts in our chests.
No, this look says it all, every single thing that we can’t yet say with words.
“Hi,” he says, his voice still dripping with lust. “I’m Remi.”
“I know.” I pant a few times, still amazed about what just happened. “J-Josie.”
“Was that too much?” he asks, reading the emotion on my face. “I’m sorry—”
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I just… my bandmates don’t know.”
His brows scrunch in. “Oh.”
“Oh,” I repeat, letting that information seep between us. I’m waiting for him to ask me why, to demand why I haven’t screamed our discovery to the rooftops, but he doesn’t. His eyes just trail over my face, a happy daze over his features.
“You should go out first then,” he says, his thumb still lingering over my lip.
“Why?” I ask.
He groans, his scent still sticky in the air, and then strokes himself over his pants. “I… might need a minute.”
“Oh!” My eyes widen, immediately going to his dark jeans to witness the hard cock straining there.
For two seconds, my omega begs me to do something about it.
Get on my knees on this dirty bathroom floor and let him use me like his personal toy, but the endorphins are waning, and I know my friends are going to wonder where I am any minute.
“Yeah… you’re right. I should go first.”
He helps me freshen up, pulling my panties back into place and letting his finger slide over the slit of me one more time as I jerk from the sensitivity. He gives an arrogant chuckle, a sound so beautiful it could make doves cry.
“I’ll see you soon,” he says, confident, secure. It takes me back, but I nod in agreement anyway.
But the second I walk out the bathroom door, everything comes pouring over me in waves.
All day, I had sorted through how this could work with these guys who just steamrolled right into my life, into my career, and that all went out the window the second my scent match touched me.
I should feel ashamed, and a small part of me does, but mostly I feel invigorated.
Because that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.