Page 10 of The Omega Project

“Actually,” she draws the word out as she reaches into her bag, a hint of apology in her pretty hazel eyes. “There’s this job. Well, a contract, really. It’s only temporary right now, but thesalary is ridiculous. If it works out, I could pay my way here, help out Mum and Dee, and still have some left over to put towards my student debt.”

“That’s amazing!” I scoop her into my arms, kissing her like I wanted to since she stepped through my front door. Her soft curves melt against me, her mouth opening eagerly under mine, and I groan as she wiggles over my stiffening cock. I grip her hip with one hand and slide the other under her silky hair, angling her face to deepen the kiss. She rocks against me harder, her fingers digging into my shoulders as our tongues tangle together. The longer we kiss, the more she moans against my mouth, her scent growing muskier as she rides me.

“Need to be inside you, Em,” I pant, flipping up her cute skirt and clutching at the soft globe of her arse. “Baby, I want you to ride me right here.”

“God, yes!” Her voice is a broken plea as her fingers fumble with my zipper. “That’s so much better than how I use my sister’s sofa.”

I snort, lifting my hips so she can work my jeans and boxers down my thighs. While she’s busy, I wrap a finger around one of her coppery curls and give it a teasing tug. “So, all those stories about sleeping with Spiderman aren’t true?”

“Oh, they’re true, alright.” She rises up onto her knees and pulls her thong down her silky legs. There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes as she dangles the lacy scrap in front of me. “And I’ve got the little lovebites to prove it.”

“Creepy little fucker,” I growl, dragging her back into my lap and attacking her mouth. She laughs against my lips, but as soon as her hot pussy makes contact with my dick, we both lose our minds. I wanted to strip her t-shirt off and play with her sweet tits, but we’re too far gone for foreplay. She’s petting and squeezing me, while my fingers are thrusting up into her hot core, my heart hammering so hard I’m surprised it doesn’tknock us off the couch. “You want this, don’t you?” I coo, rubbing at her swollen clit. “So slippery and hot for me, you can’t wait to swallow me up.”

I don’t know where the shit I say comes from half the time, but Em just whimpers like it really is poetry. “I need you, Derek,” she pants, notching my throbbing head between her folds. “I need you to fill me up.”

As if I’d ever deny her a single inch of myself.

But I hold myself still as she presses down hard, her pupils blowing wide as she takes me deep. I’m big, even without an alpha knot, and there’s a feral delight in knowing I’m stretching her to the brim. “How’s that, Em?”

“So good.” She gives a cute little hiccup as she rises over me, her thighs trembling with the strain. It’s like having hot velvet dragged over my cock and I grab her hips, drawing out the pleasure. “Is it good for you?”

It’s not the first time I’ve been buried inside her, but every time it gets better and better. “Best thing I ever felt.”

She moans, and then we’re lost for words, her back arching as she sinks back down. I watch in awe as she undulates over me, rising back up with a drawn-out moan. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t help thrusting up into her silken warmth. It pushes her to her limit, but she just cries out and slams down harder.

I burrow my hand back between her thighs and squeeze her clit. She clenches down on me like a vise, and I groan as my balls give a warning throb. “Fuck, baby, I want to fill you with my cum.”

“Do it!” she pants, leaning forward and staring deep into my eyes. I watch flecks of lightning crackle in their depths as her face goes slack with pleasure. “Derek, I’m coming rightnow.”

She doesn’t need to tell me; I can feel her thighs clench, her walls fluttering around me like a hot mouth. I give her pulsingclit one last stroke, then grab her hips, shooting inside her so hard, white lights flicker at the edges of my vision.

Her head falls forward, her lips moving over my throat as I wrap my arms around her back and soar through the afterglow. I’m so blissed out, it takes me a moment to realise she’s laughing. “Screw Spiderman. You’re my new superhero.”

“Just call me Betaman,” I snort, forcing my lids to open, even though all I want to do is roll her over and bury her in the couch. “Although, this might be my only superpower.”

“Well, it’s worth the accolades,” she hums as she presses a soft kiss to my lips. “And for the record, you really are better than any man I know.”

I hold her tighter and let the words soak deep into my skin. I want to tell her that she’s everything to me, that I’ve never been happier than I am right in this moment, but I swallow the declaration down. It’s still early days for us yet, and the last thing I want to do is scare her off by coming on too hard, too fast.

“I’m pretty sure I heard the delivery guy somewhere in the middle of that.”

I laugh at the look on her face, but as she heads for the bathroom, the jaunty skip in her step makes me feel like I’ve just outperformed the man of steel. After collecting the food delivery, I carry it into the kitchen and grab napkins, chopsticks, and a couple of beers. I’m just setting it all out on the coffee table in front of the couch when she reappears, her hair looped over her shoulder and a soft glow in her cheeks. She comes straight over for a kiss, humming as I pull her against my hip. “You look refreshed.”

“Doesn’t mean you get to skip a shower with me later.”

Em is a water bug and is never happier than when she’s soaking in a scorching hot bath. I’m pretty sure one of the reasons she loves this place so much is the superior water pressure.

“I got some more of those mango and coconut salts you like.” I kiss the tip of her nose, that warm feeling flaring in my chest again. “Maybe we can take a bath together after dinner?”

She makes her happy humming sound as we get settled on the couch. “Sounds perfect.” When she grabs her chopsticks and starts poking at the food, her face lights up. “Oh, yay, you got a double serving of noodles!”

It earns me another kiss, and then for a while we both just feed our stomachs. When we’re done, I scoop her feet up into my lap, and run my hands over her silky calves, just soaking up the bliss. “So, tell me about the new job. Is it through the uni?”

She fiddles with her beer bottle, biting the edge of her lip. “I’m not supposed to talk about it, to be honest. But since they want you to work for them, too, I think I can bend the rules.”

I frown as she drags her bag over, digging in the front pocket until she produces a black flash drive. I can tell at a glance it’s not the kind you get at the local office supplies store, and I take it with an uneasy feeling. She’s watching me closely, and I see a pang of regret in her eyes as I turn it over in my fingers. “They told me some stuff about the company you work for. Did you know it’s being investigated by the feds?”

That uneasy feeling swells into a full-blown stomachache. “Who, Em? Who told you this?”

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