Page 71 of Mark & Don't Tell

Visual evidence is stronger than anecdotal, don’t you think?

Kai

I’m on the fucking plane, waiting to take off.

Then, my dick can keep you company on your long flight. Maybe you can snuggle it.

Kai

I’m muting you. No more dick pics. I’m serious.

Maybe one more?

Vic and Kai respond at the same time in all caps with a resounding NO.

Snickering and setting my phone down, I palm my shaft, thinking of the way Daria’s eyes widened when she saw what I was working with. I imagine her making that same face as I thrust into her for the first time, her walls struggling to stretch to accommodate my width, but she’d take it, moaning as I fuck into her deep and hard.

Oh no, look at that, my hand is slowly pumping up and down my length.

I grab the little bottle of lube from the floating shelf next to the mirror. One plus side to owning Good Vibes? No one looks twice when you take lube or toys to test out on yourself. Holding my cock with my palm up, I flip the cap of the lube open and squeeze out a quarter-size helping of the slick oil before tossing the bottle in the sink and wrapping my hand tightly around my length.

The lube has my hand gliding up and down with ease, and I shamelessly jack off, imagining Daria perched on the ledge of my sink, thighs splayed open and head tipped back while my teeth sink into her neck, marking her for all to see. Making her officially Pack Kelly’s omega.

I force my hand up and down my cock faster and faster until my ass clenches as I thrust into my grip, balls tightening and clenching, cock throbbing and pulsing.

Her scent, that lavender, seems to grow stronger the more I think about her.

Lincoln.

Fuck, my name sounds good on her lips. God, I want her to scream it. I want her to beg me to let her come. I want her so thoroughly fucked, she’ll walk funny the next day.

Lincoln.

I grunt and bite down on my cheek to stifle my moan. Cum sprays all over the front of the sink cabinet. “Fuck,” I rasp, jerking my hand down my length once more and grunting as the final bit of cum spurts out.

A soft rap comes from the other side of the door, and I stiffen, panting and still holding my cock.

“Uh, I’m a little busy.”

“I’ll wait,” Daria replies.

A purr rumbles in my chest. My omega heard me coming? Did she know I was thinking about her? I guess I wasn’t imagining her saying my name, and now, I wished I would have wrenched the door open to let her watch, but that would definitely be grounds for a lawsuit.

I put my dick away and quickly clean up the mess I made, grabbing the sanitizing wipes and thoroughly scrubbing the cabinet so the cleaning crew won’t have to. After a quick wash of my hands and a nod at myself in the mirror, I open the door and meet her heated gaze.

“I was just thinking about you,” I purr.

She bites her bottom lip as the scent of my arousal slams into her. Pupils dilating, she clenches her fists and watches me shut the door. “Lincoln.” Her voice is husky now.

“Bunny,” I respond with a knowing smirk. Leaning against the edge of my desk, I glance out of the windows of my office, hating, for the first time, the interior design concept I picked out. If I had picked drywall instead of windows, I could just throw her on my desk and sink inside of her until my balls slap against her soft skin. “How was your tour?”

“What were you doing?” she asks.

I arch an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want me to tell you that I was jacking off as I imagined fucking you in my bathroom while everyone”—I sweep my hand toward the greater part of the floor—“was none the wiser?”

Her cheeks turn a delectable shade of red. “Jesus.”

“Amen.”

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