Page 145 of Citius

“Oh, that’s the spot?” Cal chuckled against my aching clit, tongue teasing me in tandem with the two thick fingers stroking my inner walls, coaxing me toward yet another orgasm.

He was good at foreplay. Very good. Incomparable to any partner I’d had before.

If only he would stop treating our intimate moments as experiments in lubricant suitability.

His dedication to my comfort was beyond touching. Still, I didn’t care if he opted for water- or silicone-based lube, so long as he used copious amounts of it when he finally fucked me.

And I wanted him to, so very badly.

“Cal, Cal—!” Reduced to a whining, begging mess, I scratched at his bedding, mindlessly repeating his name as he wound me even tighter. “Please, I need…”

With a maddeningly light swirl of his tongue against the base of my clit, Cal beckoned forth another wave of pleasure, his fingers continuing their ministrations uninterrupted, wringing me out for all I was worth.

Breathy moans splintered into a sob. “N-no. I wantedyouto—”

“I will,” he murmured with a placating kiss below my navel. “I will.”

“Not next time—don’t say next time.”

Resting his cheek against my hipbone, Cal studied my expression for a solid minute while he stroked my thigh, more than willing to wait me out. I’d changed my mind at this point once before when he insisted on having the protection conversation again.

Condoms weren’t necessary with the omega-grade birth control implant in my arm. An implant that wasn’t going anywhere.

And I wasn’t changing my mind tonight.

I brushed damp strands of hair away from his faceand captured a large bead of sweat. Even without my glasses, the golden ring solidifying around his irises was impossible to miss as I brought my fingertip to my mouth.

His pheromones were a silky-smooth temptation, potent honey for my aching omega, adding fresh kindling to the already roaring fire of desire he’d stoked within me.

“You’re sure?” he asked, voice half-gravel, reaching up to cup my cheek.

I nodded against his palm but added the words because I knew he wouldn’t proceed without verbal consent. “Absolutely sure. So, please,please, fuck me.”

Cal’s fingers traced the shell of my ear, then tapped a secret code along the length of my neck and across my breasts before easing up onto his knees. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he eased them down, revealing the soft rounding of his stomach, hips narrowing slightly before flaring into a pair of powerful thighs, then over the scars mottling his knees, until Cal was naked before me at long last.

He was a big guy. Everything about him was large, from his bone structure to his brain—including his cock. Thick, long, and more than a little intimidating. It’s why we’d taken weeks to get to this point.

A series of deep breaths expanded his chest to full capacity, unable to satisfy whatever need he was grappling with internally. For a moment, my typically confident pheromone guru hesitated. Perhaps his alpha was confused by my lack of aroused pheromones, but I suspected he was still worried about hurting me.

“I’ll tell you what I need,” I said, nudging the bottle of lube he seemed most pleased with closer to him. “Just like we’ve been doing. Okay?”

And with that, Cal mellowed out, full of affable charm once more. His hands stroked the lengths of my inner thighs, urging my legs further apart, creating enough space for the width of his body. “Shouldn’t I be the one reassuring you?”

“There you go,” I murmured, skimming my fingers along his biceps, “being stupid again.”

Cal paused, the bottle of lube in hand. “Huh?”

“How could I not be reassured by now? There’s a guaranteed minimum of two orgasms every time you touch me.”

“Keeping score, eh?” Cal applied a liberal amount of lube to his length, stroking himself as he held my gaze. “Hm. Not a bad idea. Might join in the fun.”

“Thought we outlawed sports stuff?”

“Oh, we did. But this has nothing to do with sports. Just pure male ego.” After coating his hand with even more lube, Cal stroked my folds, indulging in a few teasing thrusts of his fingers within me, prompting a throaty gasp of delight. “I thrive on the knowledge that I please you. Thatmy touch makes you likethis.”

Curling and twisting, curling and twisting, his fingers manipulated meuntil my back had no choice but to arch off the mattress, leaving me exposed and shivering. Wanting.

My fingers sank into the dense muscles of his back, pulling him closer, licking at his neck between murmured words, hurrying him on. Cal gave my pussy a final lingering stroke before withdrawing his fingers.

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