Chapter 20 – Cove
Chapter Twenty
Cove
Ravvi is normally an utmost gentleman, but tonight there’s a gleam in his dark brown eyes that speaks to him being ready to cause chaos.
“You know this is the shit my dreams are made of. Right, Clover?” His lithely muscled chest feels strong under my palms, and I gasp as his hands tighten on my ass. “All I’ve ever wanted was your body pressed to mine.”
I had no idea dancing could feel like foreplay, but it does.
I’m addicted to his smirk as he teases me through multiple songs. He knows how to slide his hands over my body to touch the line of being inappropriate, but he never steps over it. That’s a good thing considering our location.
I’m achy and needy, desperate for more. I wobble in my heels as I stretch up to capture his lips, but he plants his knee between my thighs and locks his hand down on my lower back.
It keeps me in place and feels incredible as I grind against him, lost to the music and the hits of his pheromones that I suck down between tantalizing kisses.
My body buzzes, and I pull back, staring up into his eyes.
“Come on…” I grab his hand, spin around, and head for the stairs.
This club is nothing like a normal venue, so the greenroom we were given is tiny. The upside is that the place is new, and they gave us fancy keycards to ensure none of our stuff would be bothered while we were out chatting up the audience.
The door clicks closed behind me, and I spin around, pinning Ravvi to it.
Okay, he could get away if he really wanted to, but he clearly needs me as much as I need him.
His hands are greedy, groping my ass and pulling my cheeks apart.
It makes my clit ache with the same pulse that echoes in my nipples.
I melt into him as my legs shake. One second, I’m pinning him to the door, and the next, he picks me up, wraps me around his chest, and my back hits the wall.
Ravvi is six-one or six-two, and the height difference isn’t nearly as bad like this, since I have a long torso.
His hand tightens on my ass while the other tangles in my hair at the base of my skull. I have no idea why I love it so much, but I shiver. His beard scratches my cheek as he kisses down my jaw and moves to suck on my neck.
I want to give in to experiencing the sensations, but I also want to get to the good stuff.
Hell, it all feels amazing.
Weaving my arms under his, I pull up the bottom of his T-shirt and focus on getting his belt open. He’s entirely too good at distracting me, but I’m determined. His belt falls open, and I move to work on his zipper and button, but Ravvi pulls me off the wall and walks us somewhere.
I assume he’s aiming for the love seat. Only, I’m proven wrong when he bypasses it and kicks open the door to the small bathroom. It’s basic, with a small sink, a chair in the corner, and a cabinet filled with God knows what.
My ass lands on the countertop, and I plant my palms on the edge to keep myself upright as his calloused hands work up my thighs.
He yanks off my thong, and I have no idea where it disappears to because he’s kissing me again. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and wraps my feet around his ass.
My skirt hikes up around my hips, and the backs of his fingers brush my swollen sex.
I’m drenched, which makes him growl against my lips. I wish I could explore him with my hands like he did for me while we were dancing, but my head is fuzzy. Not to mention how wobbly I am hanging half off the countertop.
“You’re fucking killing me here, Clover.
” Ravvi buries two fingers inside me, and my jaw falls.
It’s exactly what I needed, but he seals his lips to mine before I can tell him that.
He works his thick digits in and out of my pussy, stretching them and hitting places that I didn’t even know existed.
“Goddamn. I want to spend days with my face buried in your slick little cunt.”
He nips at my lips as his palm brushes my swollen nub, and I get even hazier. My tits ache, and I use my feet on his ass to make it easier to grind to meet him.
My inner walls quiver, and it takes everything in me not to beg for him to bite me. I’m about to tumble over the edge when he pulls his fingers free of my sex.
I whine.
Ravvi growls a low, feral sound that makes my core clench around nothing. The next thing I know, he tugs me off the counter and gets me settled on my feet. His hands land on my hips, and he spins me to face the mirror over the sink.
My lips are swollen.
My mascara and eyeliner are ruined, but I look kinda sexy.
Ravvi guides my hands to wrap around the counter, smirking at me in the reflection. He tugs down the front of my tank top and eyes my tits as they spill out of the cups of my bra.
“Your tits are perfect,” he growls. Teasing his fingers into the material, he pinches my left nipple.
I whimper, shoving my hips back into his pelvis. He’s so hard, and I want every inch of him inside me. He makes sure my bra is pulled down enough that he’ll be able to watch my tits bounce and flips up the back of my skirt. His hands brush against my ass, and he works on the front of his jeans.
“Those heels are really coming in clutch,” he murmurs, jerking his tip against my ass. His foot slides between mine, gently nudging my feet apart.
I comply, leaning up on my toes to help with the height difference.
His crown bumps my lower lips, sliding through them easily with how soaked I am. “Hold on tight, love. This might get a little rough.”
My face falls forward as he bucks up into me, and I moan like a well-paid porn star. The stretch is intense, and this position makes me feel even fuller.
“More,” I sob, slamming my hips back.
Ravvi chuckles darkly. “Such a greedy omega. Don’t worry. You’re going to get every inch of my cock.”
My hands slide around the counter as he gives me exactly what I asked for. My skin prickles with sweat as my legs shake, but none of that matters as much as focusing on how hard he is inside me.
His electric scent fills the small space, making my head foggy. Even my vision is hazy when I glance at him in the mirror, but his strong jaw flexes as he fucks me like he owns me.
His beard has gotten thicker over the last few days, and he’s so sexy.
My tits ache, and the orgasm he denied me when he was fingering me builds back almost embarrassingly fast. Only, no matter how much I wiggle my hips, I can’t get enough pressure on my clit.
“I’m torn…” His hand wraps in my hair while his fingers dig into my hip.
“It’s a fucking phenomenal view from back here.
I want to watch your face in the mirror, but seeing my cock wet with your slick?
” A dangerous growl echoes out of his chest. My instincts take over, and my head falls to the side as I offer him my throat.
“That’s not helping me keep my head clear.
” He leans over my back. With the hold he still has on my hair, he’s able to get most of the strands away from my neck, and he rakes his teeth down my throat.
“Please,” I sob, yanking my hand off the counter and bringing it to my clit. My entire body bounces with his powerful thrusts, and I need to come all over his cock. “Ravvi… Please!” There’s so much more I would say and beg for if my head was clear enough to form actual sentences.
“Careful, Clover. You need to be mindful of what you’re asking for.
My head is a mess, and my instincts are trying to convince me that you’re begging for my bite.
” His tongue flicks over my neck, and he bites without breaking the skin.
“Shit. I need to shut my mouth before I scare you away. You’d run if you could hear half the things my instincts are trying to convince me to do to you. ”
“Say them… Do them,” I sob.
A thrill runs through my nerve endings, and I speed up, rubbing my swollen nub.
The orgasm washes over me with no warning. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and Ravvi thrusts through it.
“That’s it, love. Come for me.” His plowing strokes get so violent that his knot brushes my pussy lips. “Ahh, fuck.”
Embarrassing, incoherent begging spills from my mouth, and I come so hard that I lose my vision.
My stomach falls against the counter, which pinches my arm, but none of it matters.
His shaft swells to almost painful proportions, though it’s not more than I can handle.
It also drags out my orgasm to the point all I can do is twitch.
“Watching you fall apart…” He groans as his cock jolts inside me, spilling every drop of his hot cum.
I do my best to bounce on my toes, working my pussy over his throbbing length. He’s been kinda frozen in place, so I’m shocked when he slams into me deep.
His knot wedges inside my opening and swells, locking us together.
Every shake of my body drags it along my inner walls. I wail, and Ravvi uses his hold in my hair to twist my face back toward his.
“Fuck… Tell me you’re okay.”
I nod, and his lips brush over my cheek. “Rut!”
Ravvi’s hand tightens on my hip, and he groans as he tries to pull out a bit. It doesn’t do much, considering we’re locked together, but the small movement lights up my insides.
My chest gets warm and fuzzy.
I’m floaty and slightly disconnected from reality as I beg for his bite.
“I’ll always do my best to give you anything you ask for.” He growls close to my ear, his warm breath fanning over my throat, and he sucks on my pulse point. “All you have to do is ask me when you’re not foggy.”
Logically, I know he has a good reason to say that, but omegas are rarely rational. It feels like a betrayal and a rejection all rolled into one.
I yank against his hold in my hair, refusing to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“Whoa, hey.” Ravvi slides his hand from my hip around my front, snaking it under my shirt and flattening his palm on my chest. He redirects my face back to look at the mirror, and he hovers just over my shoulder.
“I’ve loved you since before I laid eyes on you, and I will make you mine.
Let me do it the right way. That way, there won’t be any regrets.
” He continues to twist my head until it becomes slightly uncomfortable, but it’s necessary for him to reach my lips with his.
He kisses me like he’s desperate to pour every drop of his emotions into the meeting of our mouths, and it distracts me enough that my ire and hurt disappear. Which is probably a good thing with us being locked together.
He swirls his tongue around mine and grinds into me as much as he can with his knot swollen inside me. The quick-and-dirty feel from when we first stepped into the bathroom disappears, and he rocks me to my foundations…
Except, this time?
I’m pretty sure he makes love to me.