Page 13 of Excess

“You haven’t earned my cock yet.” I took a step towards her, the potent scent of her slick drawing me in. “Undo your trousers.”

Inika held my gaze as she complied, tugging down the zip and revealing a hint of silky black fabric underneath.

I was walking a dangerous line here—one that I shouldn’t have been walking without a proper conversation first—based purely on Inika saying she liked how rude I was. Desires that I rarely got to indulge in rose sharply to the surface.

“What’s your safe word?” I asked gruffly, battling the alpha instinct to tell her to bend over and present her pussy for me.

“Audit.”

“Audit,” I repeated firmly. “You say it and everything stops. Pull your knickers aside. Touch yourself. I want to see that slick seeping through your trousers.”

Inika shuddered, doing what I asked. I couldn’t see anything beyond her hand moving, but I didn’t need to. The moment was plenty erotic enough, and I was trying to maintain some semblance of restraint. We didn’t have the luxury of getting carried away—not when someone could come across us at any moment.

“Look at you,” I murmured, savouring the sound of her fingers playing with her wet pussy. “Absolutely filthy. Do you do this for all your contractors, hm? Kneel down in the dust with your cunt out?”

“No,” she rasped. “Just you.”

“You would say that, though. Wouldn’t you?” I tutted in disapproval. “And here was me thinking you were such a classy omega.”

“I am,” Inika whined, her hand moving faster now.

“Are you? I’m not making you fuck your fingers on the ground for me, Inika. There was no alpha command in my voice. I told you that you should leave.”

“I chose this,” Inika insisted breathily, justifying herself. It would be just my luck that she was perfect at this. “I want this.”

I hummed in agreement. “Tell me why that is, princess.”

She was getting close now. I could feel it. I grabbed my cock through my trousers, giving it a rough squeeze. How I was going to function after this was a mystery I had yet to solve.

Though, there was always the chance that Inika would fire me right after she orgasmed. At least then I could go home and fuck my hand for a few hours.

“Answer me, omega,” I pressed, wanting her to say it. Wanting her to sink to the level of depravity that I was already wallowing in.

“I’m usually good. So good.”

“But right now?”

“I don’t feel like a good girl.”

“You don’t look like one either, kneeling in the dust with your pussy out. What do you look like?”

“I look like a slut,” Inika rasped, her voice cracking on a breathy moan as she found her release. A shudder ran down my spine.

“That’s right,” I soothed, closing the distance between us but not touching her. She was eye-level with the outline of my hard cock in my jeans, her gaze hazy as she stared at it. “You do. A beautiful, perfect, needy little slut. Isn’t that right?”

Inika nodded, dragging her eyes up to my face. Considering the submissive position she was in and the fact that our alpha-omega instincts were entirely in the driver’s seat, it was impressive that she maintained such steady eye contact.

“Get up, princess. Let me taste those fingers.”

Inika climbed up on shaky legs, her dust-covered trousers still unbuttoned. Her lips were parted as she raised her fingers to mine, and I grasped her wrist, pulling her in to close the distance, and groaning aloud at the first taste of her slick on my tongue.

Absolutely fucking decadent. I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and get a taste directly from the source. But we’d pushed our luck already. I’d opened the hallway windows for the dust, but we’d need a lot more than a faint breeze to carry away the scent of omega slick.

Reluctantly, I pulled away, dropping my hands to zip up her trousers, my knuckles brushing at the soaked fabric of her knickers in the process.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” Inika asked, sounding gratifyingly disappointed.

My dick was so heavy, it was going to be a challenging walk just to get back to the van.

---