Page 106 of Claiming Their Omega

I could fight it or say the word to make him stop. I know he would end this in an instant if I asked… but I don’t want to. Instead, I kiss and rub him through his pants, hoping to drive him even crazier than I already have. I love pissing him off, getting him nice and fired up so he can take out all his frustration on me.

Just like this.

“Take it out,” he orders roughly, so I fumble for his button and zipper and swallow hard when his cock springs free. I can’t stop myself from wrapping my lips around it, feeling its girth and heft in my mouth. My tongue drags along the underside of his shaft as I work my way down and back up, and he groans as he digs his fingers into my scalp.

“I knew you’d be hungry for it. Don’t fucking tease me, wildcard,” he grunts.

I double down on my efforts, drool sliding down his cock as my head bobs up and down. The air between us is charged with energy, anger turning to arousal as if by some kind of alchemy.

When I decide to tease him like he told me not to, slowing my movements and flicking my tongue lightly over his crown, Jesse grunts in frustration.

“You really are a damn brat,” he mutters, although I can hear the desire behind his words. “Gonna fuck your face for that.”

I swallow, my heart thudding wildly as I nod, and Jesse hisses out a breath. He untangles his fingers from my hair and then holds my head in place with both hands so he can fuck my face properly just like he promised. He shows me little mercy as he rocks his hips back and forth, sliding his cock to the back of my throat and almost making me gag.

But I love it, just like he probably knew I would. So I rest my hands on his thighs and slacken my jaw, giving him easier access to the softest, warmest part of my throat.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good for me. Touch yourself,” he orders, and I moan around his cock as I slide my fingers beneath my skirt and find my swollen clit.

I circle it with two fingers while he works himself in and out of my mouth, making me cough and sputter, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to use me like this for his pleasure, to take out all the frustration I know he’s feeling on me.

“I’m gonna knot your mouth, just like this,” he says. “Gonna make you come with your pretty little lips stretched around my cock.”

He takes another long thrust into the back of my throat as he speaks, then stops with his shaft lodged there, cutting off my air momentarily. He only holds me there for a second or two before pulling back, and even with as rough as his touch is, I can feel him taking care of me.

When he draws back enough to let me breathe again, I gasp for air, adrenaline and heat churning inside me. The intensity of it all makes me want to come, and if he holds true to his word, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

Because he’s right. I do like this. I fucking love it, more than I ever knew I would, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.

I slide back down the shaft of his cock and plunge a finger into myself as I do. It pushes a moan out of me that vibrates around his thick length, and I can’t stop the orgasm that seizes me.

“That’s it, wildcard. Come with my cock down your throat,” he grunts as he watches me fall to pieces on my knees in front of him. “Fuck, that’s so hot. My turn. Gonna fill you up. Gonna knot behind your teeth.”

I nod as much as I can with my lips still wrapped around him, letting him know without words how much I want that. With another grunt, Jesse’s head falls back, and his hands hold my head as he coats the back of my throat and his knot swells, locking his cock in my mouth.

It’s so intense, and it’s difficult to breathe with him filling my mouth like this, but it’s easily one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. I hold him there for as long as he needs, my eyes locked with his as he gazes down at me like he’ll never look away.

Something seems to pass between us in the long moments before his knot starts to deflate. I can see the remnants of anger and frustration bleeding out of his expression, replaced by something soft and almost worshipful.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs softly. “So good. So perfect. My sweet, perfect wildcard.”

He keeps murmuring words of praise as he strokes my brows, my cheeks, and my nose, his touch so gentle that it slows the racing of my heart, settling my pulse into a steady, even beat.

When his knot goes down enough for him to pull out of my mouth, he draws back slowly, allowing me to work my slightly sore jaw before closing it. Then he lifts me to my feet, tucking my hair behind my ears.

“Are you all right? That wasn’t too far, was it?” he asks, kissing me gently on the corners of my mouth.

“Not at all,” I whisper. He holds me tenderly and carefully as I rest my head on his shoulder. “I liked it.”

“You have no idea how much I—” He stops, clearing his throat. “Fuck, I should be honest with you, Grace. I wanted you, all those years ago. I’ve always wanted you. When you asked me to take your virginity, you have no idea how fucking tempted I was.”

“But you—you said no. You seemed so upset that I even asked.”

“I didn’t know what to do. I was given everything I wanted, but I was so sure you’d regret it. You weren’t quite sober, you know. There was no way I could take advantage of you like that.”

“I only had a drink or two to get my courage up. I’d been thinking about it for ages.”

“I didn’t want to just be the guy you used to figure out what sex was. A… a tool or even a helpful friend. I didn’t want to just be your friend. Or even worse, give you a bad time. I was terrified of fucking something up, and if I ruined your first time, I think I would’ve had to get the horses to stampede me.”

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