Page 3 of Desperate Decisions

His thumbs stroked my cheeks. “That’s it, sweetheart. You just let it happen. Let all those pretty tears out.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the warm trails slip down my cheeks, and opened my eyes again when he stilled. He was buried deep while I looked up at him, panic clawing at me as all my breath disappeared.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that. Do you want to breathe, little slut? Blink twice for yes.”

My blinks went crazy and he chuckled, holding for another few seconds until I was pushing at him before he finally pulled back. I gasped in all the air I could, digging my nails into his pants.

“You’re not finished yet,” he reminded me.

I readjusted myself and took a bracing breath before descending on his cock once more. I tried to be discreet about the fact that I was pressing my fingers against the seam of my pants, desperate for the pressure and friction to abate the need burning through me.

He laughed when he finally noticed and fucked my face a little harder, the sting of how tightly he was holding my hair only ratcheting up the tension in my body more. I whined around him. He did most of the work, with my tongue doing its best to keep up with languid curls as he forced his way over it. I kept shifting, unable to get comfortable or give myself as much as I needed. I had never gotten this revved up giving a blowjob before. Most of the time it was a chore to get through, but this one… this one was going to make me lose it before it was over.

I fumbled open the button and zipper on my pants and wedged my fingers deep. The moan I let out around his cock when my fingers slid over my clit filled the silence of the room.

“In or out, sweetheart? This time will be lady’s choice.”

Half in a daze, I pulled my head away and he let me, but I only went far enough that I could keep the tip between my lips and stroke his cock with my hand while the other went to town below.

“Shit.” His fingers flexed against my scalp, that sting sending spirals of desire through me. His growl was low and rough, stroking a delightful metaphorical hand over all my omega instincts. The flavor of him shifted and a moment later he burst over my tongue, salty, spicy, and addictive as hell. He pushed all the way in as he finished, cutting off my air again right as I hit the edge. Black spots danced in my vision, my whole body jerking, slick drenching my fingers until he finally pulled out entirely and I sank onto my ass, huffing and puffing while I stared at him like he was the sun.

What the fuck was that?

Before I could protest, he hoisted me up over his shoulder and tossed me back onto the bed. He wrenched my jeans down until they were at my knees and then pushed my legs overhead. He moved too quickly for my lust-addled brain to keep up, and when his hot tongue slid over my clit, I let out a string of every curse word I had ever heard.

Folded up like a pretzel and tangled in my own pants with an alpha’s face buried between my thighs wasn’t exactly how I’d thought I would find myself today. Hell, even my best days didn’t tend to end up like this. A disappointing amount of my previous partners hadn’t given a flying fuck if I was satisfied. I was pretty sure most of them had never put their mouth on a pussy in their whole fucking life. But this alpha…

His teeth scraped over my clit and I bucked against his face. He held me down easily with one hand, another thing that both lit the fires of fear in my belly while making all those ancient omega instincts preen. Twisted and weird as it was, for some reason my brain slotted pussy licking into the ‘caring for me’ category. And I liked it. A lot.

I liked it even more when he pressed wicked fingers inside me, giving a couple of experimental pumps before adding the rest and making me arch up against my folded legs, clinging to him with the most pathetic sound I had ever made.

“Fucking fuck, goddamn, Jesus Christ, what the?—”

Just as I touched the bright shiny edge of completion, his fingers retreated and the heat of his mouth disappeared. I let out a wordless scream and reached for him, but he just stood back, laughing at my desperation. Every inch of me was shaking, my brain galloping and my body twitching at the sudden disappearance of sensation. With a soft whimper I lowered my legs and tried to control the frustrated screech I actually wanted to let out.

I reached to finish things off myself and he snatched up both my hands, pressing them to the bed beside me. “No touching. I want you to remember how much you wanted this. How much you craved this.”

I sucked in a shaky breath. “Asshole.”

He only laughed again and pulled me up by the collar of my shirt to kiss me again. My body vibrated, like a bunch of fireworks let off inside a glass dome with nowhere to go. I wanted to finish so fucking badly, and more than that, I wanted him to finish me.

He wasn’t going to get away that easily. I dragged him back down as heat crackled up my spine, the warmth suffocating as I tried to kick my way free of my pants.

What the fuck was going on? It felt like I was getting close to a heat, but I wasn’t due for weeks. His scent exploded, sweet amaretto making me drunk off him, and it finally seemed like he was getting on board, his kiss ramping up. I squeaked as he ripped my jeans off and chucked them to the side, separating us for only a couple of seconds before he was pressed against me once more. Everything was getting hazy. I nearly came right on the spot when his mouth fastened onto the scent gland at my throat, and his hands scooped up the globes of my ass to pull me closer.

I couldn’t catch my breath. Everything was too warm. I pulled at his clothing, desperately trying to strip it away so I could feel his skin against mine. I would feel better if I could just?—

Yes.

That shirt was fucking gone and I clung to him like a goddamn koala, getting every ounce of contact I could. Closer, but not close enough, not enough to abate the slowly building scream in the back of my mind that demanded I have him immediately.

I wrestled his leather pants down with my toes, letting out an impatient whine that they didn’t simply vanish off his body. All the fight drained away when his cock slid into me with a snap. Fire raged over my skin, and I hissed at the pressure, the sting of taking him so quickly even with all the slick flowing. The screaming voice shut up a little more with each thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs.

My brain was happily melting out my ears as every inch of him drove into me, ratcheting up the tension running through me until I seized, writhing against him.

Fucking finally.

Except the orgasm made things worse, not better. That unholy need for him didn’t dissipate one fucking bit. I dug my nails into his ass cheeks, a wordless demand that he keep going.

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