Page 68 of Slick Handling

She was careful, moving McKinley’s arm from around her waist, and waiting for him to roll over and nuzzle into Apollo. I watched as she wiggled down the end of the bed, looking at me and waiting for me to come to her.

There was no getting around the fact that she was going to see my cock. It was kind of nice that he was already eager to perform. Hard and tenting the black silk boxers I had worn to bed. If the Omega was going to see me naked, at least it would be a good viewing.

The guest bathroom, or I guess, Clover’s bathroom is large. It was redone so there is a large clawfoot bathtub and a glass shower that could hold three people. Apollo had wanted to make sure whoever stayed here had the things that they needed.

Clover turns the shower on, her hand touching the water before she looks at me.

I’m not going to overreact.

At least, I tell myself this.

When she shimmies out of her bottoms and panties, then whips off her shirt. I forget everything except the color of her nipples. It’s very specific but it’s the color of pink cotton candy after you get it a bit wet. That deep pink color on the tips and fading into the soft porcelain of her breasts.

I have a sweet tooth and I’d like them in my mouth.

“Fuck, little weed. You’re stunning.” Her cheeks color before she gets into the shower, the glass fogging up and making me miss the sight of her.

That won’t do.

I tug off my boxers and look down at my cock. It’s still hard and aching.

“Don’t embarrass me.” I hiss at it before stepping inside.

When she set the water temperature I had expected it to be warm but, apparently the Omega liked to bathe in the fires of Hell. A yelp leaves my lips as I leap from the water, bumping into her, and watching her smile.

“What?”

“What? It’s 200 degrees in here! This is a safety hazard!” Her eyes roll but she taps the knob making it go from skin peeling heat to just uncomfortable burning.

Trying to be positive, I focus on the fact that I am naked with Clover.

My hand slides over her hip, my eyes locked on hers so that I can make sure she’s comfortable with what is happening. The last thing I want is for her to feel like she is in a situation she doesn’t want to be.

Clover’s hands rise, resting on my chest. Her fingers are eager to trace the dark lines of my tattoos as our hands search for answers that we don’t talk about.

She presses up on her toes, as I slide my neck down, our lips meeting in a kiss. It’s not about me trying to keep her quiet this time.

Her lips open, a soft gasp, that I get to taste with my tongue. Licking at her mouth. Our tongues dance together between her soft sounds of pleasure.

The wet, hard peaks of her breasts slide over my chest and I can’t stop myself. My hands are on her ass, squeezing before I start lifting. Clover follows my lead, her thighs wrapping around my waist.

I’m very aware of my cock, aching, and stretched to reach her hot center. I have her up higher in my arms, wanting to just feel her against me, and not scare her away.

Her slick is dripping down my stomach and her soft whines as we kiss makes everything much harder.

“Fuck, Clover. I want to drink you up.” I moan against her lips.

She pulls away, her wet hair clinging to her face. The lips I was just kissing plumped from my mouth pressed against hers. There is a blissed out look on her face as she pants.

“I want you to do that.” She lets her fingers tug at my hair, “Are you going to keep kissing me?” The pink of her tongue darts out, licking over that plump bottom lip.

Sweet, innocent Clover.

I’m going to absolutelydevourher.

Leaning down, I set her on her own two feet. Stealing a kiss from her sweet lips before falling down to my knees. My hands on her hips as her eyes track my movements.

“I want to taste you here,” My thumb runs over her slit and I watch her eyes widen. “If you don’t want to we can just shower and-”

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