Chapter 11 #2
She strips out of her jeans, the large sweater still hanging past her hips, climbs over me, and I grab onto her waist. The feel of her body over mine.
An omega I want to call my own more than anything I’ve ever wanted.
It makes my insides turn with nerves that I’m one wrong move from ruining it all.
Brielle settles over me, and a gasp is pulled from my lips when I immediately feel the heat between her legs.
“Are you not wearing any panties, Princess?”
A giggle echoes around us, and her nails scrape over the back of my neck, playing with the edges of my hair. “No I’m not, sir. Are you going to punish me?”
My eyes flutter, and I blow out a breath. “I’m not that kind of alpha, if that’s what you need, Brielle.”
“Hmm?” she asks, leaning back to stare down at me.
I swallow down my rising arousal. She squirms, her slick slathering all over my cock. My fingers slide down to her hips, keeping her in place.
“Sir, dominant. I’m not—that’s not something—”
Her smile stretches wider, and she leans down, pressing a kiss on my lips to shush me. “I want whatever you want. So no sir, that’s fine. How about Alpha?”
It comes out like a purr, and my cock jumps, desperate to please her.
She bites down on her bottom lip, squirming a little more to rub her drenched pussy against my hardening length. Brielle glances around the truck, making sure we’re alone before waving her hand in front of her flushed face. “God, I really really want to fuck you here.”
I groan, palming my mouth. “Don’t say that. Fuck. Damn it.”
I thrust up, pushing my cock against her hot center, and I desperately want to slip inside her.
Her fingers scrape my neck, and I shudder.
“Just a quickie,” she pleads under her breath.
I’ve never met a more perfect woman than the one in my hands, and I never thought she’d be the one trying to convince me to have a quickie in my truck.
“Fuck. Damn it. We really shouldn’t, but I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want you.”
Brielle leans forward, squirming again and making my cock rub between her dripping folds.
“Then let’s be quick. I won’t hold it against you,” she says with a wink. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give her at this point.
I nod and grab the back of her neck to kiss her. She tenses for a second, but long enough for me to let go. I don’t have time to question it before her mouth is on mine, and she lifts up, reaching between us to straighten out my cock.
We both groan as my tip presses into her entrance, but I hold her in place.
I feel like I can’t breathe as her pussy grips my crown tightly.
She rocks forward, allowing her hot, wet pussy to smother my shaft with more slick.
We’re perfect together, even if I’m on the larger side.
She’s my omega, built to handle my knot like she can’t live without it. And I can’t live without her.
“Oh god, Mav!” she screams when I thrust up a little, forcing another inch into her tiny cunt, and her nails dig into my shoulders.
I look down and nearly come right then and there.
Her white sweater is bunched up on her thighs, giving me a perfect view of my cock and the growing knot aching to be shoved inside her.
It looks like it would rip her in half, and I want to press in and knot her.
Fucking bite her. My canines tingle with the urge to do just that, but I shake my head to clear my mind a little.
We can’t do either. There will be no knotting or biting in the truck.
“I want your knot so bad,” Brielle whines.
Fuck. Damn it. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give to please my omega.
“Fuck it. Lift up. Let me stretch you a little.”
Brielle squeals, immediately following my command and I press two fingers inside her along the tip of my cock. She gasps, rocking against me as I pump in and out. I’m on the larger side, especially for an alpha, and I know she’s built to take me, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“Fuck, I want to taste you on my tongue. Make you come, but we don’t have the space.”
She shakes her head. “We’ll do it later. I need you, and I need you now.”
I pull my hand out, cheating a little by shoving my fingers into my mouth.
I groan at the explosion of taste, and I shake off the desire for more.
My hand guides her, and we both inhale sharply as I start to press into her farther.
Her drenched cunt stretches to accept more as she squirms, wiggling her hips to accommodate me.
I thrust up, a shallow stroke to force another inch inside her.
Brielle moans, and then drops her body onto mine, and her slick drips all over us.
I jack up with a grunt. “Oh fuck.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as her mouth opens in a silent scream. My cock throbs with the need to come into the tight, hot channel squeezing it like a vise. I’m buried straight to the knot, and I can barely form a thought because she took me so suddenly.
Brielle pushes some hair out of her face as her chest quivers from her ragged breathing. “God, it hurts, but also feels so fucking good. And knowing that you still gotta push your knot in, fuck I’m so spoiled. This is mine, mine, mine.”
My heart is pounding at her words while my mind still tries to grasp onto some logic. I suck in deep gulps of air, finally getting hints of her sweet scent.
“We can’t knot here. It might be a little uncomfortable for you to stay in this position.”
She gives me a smirk. “Don’t worry about me, Cowboy. Years of dance. I’m plenty flexible.”
I blow out a shaky breath and try a scolding look. “No knotting.”
She doesn’t look ready to believe me, but her hands explore my chest without saying another word.
I cup the back of her head and lean forward to kiss her.
I want nothing more than to feel her ride my cock, but it seems like she needs a moment to gather herself.
Brielle kisses me back as if she’s dying and my lips might save her.
I’ve never experienced anything like it.
Her fingers tangle into my hair, and I nearly lose my head when her hips rock, and she rides a portion of my length, keeping most of me buried inside her.
I pull back, catching my breath as she kisses down my jaw, and I grab onto her hips, guiding her to lift and drop more. She pants, and then her teeth scrape the crook of where my neck meets my shoulder, and we lose all sense of dignity.
I growl, thrusting up into her as I force her hips to keep riding me.
“Yes, Maverick. Please, more,” she begs and bites me.
Not enough to break skin, but enough to drive me so wild that in the next stroke, I pull her down and push my knot into her tight body.
There’s only a second of resistance before it slips through, locking behind her pelvis, and we’re both lost to a series of cries and moans.
She’s spasming on top of me, her pussy clamping down as she explodes with release.
My cock jerks and throbs as I spill inside her, each wave of cum being milked from my balls.
It’s like I can’t stop, it just keeps pouring out of me, and for a moment, I wonder if I can get her pregnant.
It’s not as likely when she’s not in heat, but there’s always a chance.
And we haven’t discussed kids, though at this moment, I’d give her as many as she wanted if she asked.
We try to catch our breath. Our heaving chests rub against each other, and I’ve never felt so at peace. Words are on the tip of my tongue that I’ve never said to anyone else. Brielle leans back to look at me, her eyes filled with an emotion that clearly reflects mine.
I swallow roughly, and my lips part as I gather up the courage to say how I feel.
A tree branch snapping startles us both.
“Please tell me that’s Old Jerry,” she whispers.
It’s not a raccoon, that’s for damn sure.
Sounded way too heavy to be one. She lets out a small scream before burrowing into my chest when we hear heavy footsteps moving toward us.
I wince as I look up and meet the end of a flashlight.
With one hand on the back of Brielle’s head to keep her in place, I shield my eyes with the other.
I'm sure it’s some kid, and I’m about to call out so he doesn’t see something he shouldn’t. But the light moves, and my heart drops damn near to my balls as the officer’s uniform comes into view. Deputy Johnson gives me a disappointed look and a shake of his head.
“When I saw it was your truck, I said to myself, ‘It must be one of the ranch hands. No way Levi’s son is out here shacking up in public.’”
Mortification sends a hot flush up my neck and cheeks. I clear my throat. “Sorry, Officer Johnson. We’ll be on our way home.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll have to write a warning up. Let’s step out of the vehicle.”
Dread clenches in my stomach. Brielle is shaking under my palm, and I know she’s struggling to hold in laughter.
“I can’t.”
Officer Johnson frowns. “What do you mean you can’t?”
“There’s a slight predicament preventing it.”
His eyebrows furrow, and I nearly groan that he’s not connecting the fucking dots.
Brielle lifts her head, pointing at herself and then me. “Omega, alpha. You know…together?”
I can’t hold back the grimace as Johnson’s face turns stoic.
“No, I don’t know. Explain it to me.”
She looks over at me, wondering if he’s joking. I shake my head.
Brielle laughs a little. “We’re a little locked up.”
“Not yet, but you will be. Let us know when you’re decent,” Officer Johnson says as he steps back and speaks into his radio on the way back to his car.
I groan. “Fuck, he’s arresting us.”
“Did I make it worse?” she asks, looking a little guilty.
“No. As soon as I refused to get out of the car, we were done for.”
She squirms on my lap, and I let out a hiss through my teeth and hold her in place.
“You gotta try to keep still. The longer we take, the longer he’ll keep us there.”
Brielle doesn’t look nearly as put off as she should be, but she gives me a nod.
“Sorry, Cowboy. I’ll try.” It’s the wink after that tells me I’m in for a long night.
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