Page 24 of Stella

Chapter6

Jerrick

If I wasn’t already bonded to two alphas and used to slaking their considerable lust, I would have cursed my hubris at being able to handle an omega right before her heat.

But it was Stella. I wanted her the moment I laid eyes on her. She stalked me from across Hot Perks like I was a gazelle in the savannah. The way her hips moved when she walked, the snarky look she got right before she made a sarcastic remark…she was exquisite.

In the heat of her lust, she was even more so. Her face flushed red, her breasts heaving as she panted. She was so wet, she probably wasn’t wrong about being able to take two knots at once.

My already hard cock grew harder. Later. We could think about that later.

I needed to make her come enough that she could think through her lust.

Also, I loved hearing her tell me how much she wanted me. I wasn’t insecure. But there was always the feeling of settling. The beautiful women would slide up to me, scent my beta pheromones, and then we would have a pleasant night or two of sex and then I wouldn’t hear from them.

I didn’t truly feel wanted until Simon made the moves on me. He asked me on a date the night we met and wined and dined me until I was head over heels. When Evan joined our pack, the three of us were happy in ways I never dared to dream.

After Ava made it very clear she only wanted Simon, I tried to hide the hurt. Even knowing she was putting on a sham didn’t quell that voice in my head saying I would never completely measure up.

Until Stella stalked me from across a crowded room.

Stella watched me like…like I was an alpha. Like I had a knot for her she couldn’t wait to get her omega hands…or pussy, around.

“You want me to sit on your face?” Her pupils were totally black, and she licked her lips, her hips shifting against me again. From the way she was acting, I would have thought Stella’s heat was already here, but she kept saying “pre-heat”. Having never been with an omega in heat before, I wondered how much more intense things would get.

“Yes,” I stroked her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered. “Then, if you’re still in the mood, you can have your way with me.”

“I’m not going to change my mind.” She stole a quick kiss. “If you’re thinking a few orgasms are going to take the edge off…”

I laughed and shifted her off my lap. “I know better. You’ll want more.”

“Have youseenyou? Can you blame me?”

“I don’t.” I settled onto the floor. We would break her pretty, wobbly wooden chair if I let her straddle my face. My cock pulsed at the thought. I loved nothing more than the sweet oblivion of being buried between someone’s legs. “Ride my face like you want to ride my cock, and then maybe you’ll get it.”

“You say this like I’m doing a chore.” She stood up, sliding out of her skirt. Now she was naked. I stared, unable to help myself. Full hips, rounded belly leading down to her sex, still dripping wet. For me.

My cock pulsed and I shifted again, aching need making my pants too tight. I would live. Unless she suffocated me, at which point it would be a good death.

“You have to fuck my tongue like you did my fingers,” I said, lying flat on my back. “Most people get scared they’re going to be too rough.”

“Tap my thighs if I am.” She settled herself over my chest, eyeing me.

“You won’t be,” I told her, throwing down the gauntlet.

She raised an eyebrow. “You know, I thought about suffocating Simon this way. Punishing him for being such an ass.”

“He deserves it. I’ll watch.” I ran my hands over her thighs. Her labia were red and swollen. The ripe scent of her arousal this close was intoxicating. I pictured Simon bending Stella over and knotting her while she was this wet, and my cock pulsed in my pants.

My pretty omega slid closer, and my world became the clench of her thighs on my cheeks, the press of her silken folds. I licked all the way up her center, making my tongue as broad as I could. She tasted like sweet peaches and sharp orange, like her scent. I moaned, the sound slightly muffled. I licked her lips, gently pulling them into my mouth one at a time. Enough teasing and she would fuck my tongue like I wanted her to. Desire quivered in my belly.

Stella leaned over, bracing her hands on her wooden chair, and rubbed herself up and down as I licked and sucked her, realizing the friction she added brought her to another level of pleasure.

The hesitation went away, and she rocked herself onto me with enthusiasm. My mind exploded with pleasure as I speared my tongue inside her. No other woman threw herself into pleasure with such reckless abandon.

I grabbed her hips, thrusting my tongue inside her over and over, matching the rhythm she had set on my lap.

She began bouncing, not hard enough to hit my jaw, but enough so my entire world became her grinding rhythm. Her inner walls were clenching, and she was close, so close.

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