Page 90 of Slick Handling

“Thosewereyour panties. I used them during my rut. I don’t think you want them now.” For some reason I want them more now. I bet they smell like him, “Come here, Clover.”

My eyes flick to Vaughn as I walk towards him, stopping in front of him. His hands slide to the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to him.

“We’re going to talk this through before we do anything. I want to make sure you’re comfortable and we don’t push things too far. Once we get into bed together it’s important we both know each other’s limits.” The tip of his fingers slide over the back of my thighs.

I’m being so good.

All I want to do is crawl onto his lap and kiss my Alpha.

My Alpha?

Why does it feel so good to call him mine?

Oh, beans and biscuits.

“I’m okay with kissing and touching. I don’t think I’m ready to take a knot yet. I’m okay with everything else.” My slick is already soaked through my panties.

My body wants to feel good. It craves touch.

Vaughn swallows and nods his head.

“Let’s just touch. As much as I want to taste you, I think it’s better if we just keep it to hands for now.” I pout, “Did you want to taste too, Omega?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” Vaughn groans out the word, his eyes shutting as he lets out a breath, “Okay, one taste. On your knees for me.” He lifts his hips, pulling down his briefs.

They fall to the ground and I resist the urge to tuck them away for my nest. The scent of him feels thicker in the air and a sound leaves my lips as I hold his thighs, lowering myself down to my knees.

Vaughn’s cock is gorgeous.

Can you call a cock gorgeous?

I think so.

My head lays on his upper thighs as I breathe him in, a shimmy of excitement working its way up my spine as I stare at him.

“Are you comfortable taking off the shirt? I want to see all of you, cherry girl.”

The shirt comes off and I shimmy off my panties without even being asked to. I hold them in my hand and then hold them out to Vaughn. He seems to like them and maybe it can be like my courting gift to him..

Gripping the wet fabric, he brings it to his nose, groaning out as he breathes in my slick.

His cock bobs in front of me, a pretty pearl of liquid oozing out of the hole at the top and sliding down his shaft. My eyes widen as I act on instinct. My tongue laps it up, tasting him.

The feel of his skin is different under my tongue. It’s smooth and warm. It feels hard under me, the hardness different than I’m used to. His taste is different with a spiciness that is like the undertones of his scent.

“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”

The curses make me look up. My hands on his thighs, my mouth over his cock as I lick the wetness coming down. I push myself up higher on my knees, letting my tongue swirl over the tip of him.

So good.

I wrap my mouth around the tip of him, sucking at it to get more of the taste of him.

“Oh fuck, that’s enough, Clover.” He’s pulling me off and I can feel my cheeks burning, “If you keep using that pretty mouth this will be over before it even begins. You’re so sweet and eager.”

I lick my lips, wanting to savor the taste of him. My slick is sticky between my thighs. As he stands me up, his eyes go there.

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