Page 30 of Mating Mia
I find myself spreading my legs wider, inviting more of his touch.
Kane’s arm tightens around my waist, and I freeze, thinking I’ve woken him. But his breathing remains deep and even against my back. Still, there’s something different about his hold now, something more purposeful.
“He’s awake,” I whisper, realization dawning. “He’s pretending to be asleep, but he’s aware of everything.”
Finn’s lips curve in a knowing smile. “Of course he is. Our alpha doesn’t miss anything, especially when it involves his omega being pleasured.”
The thought of Kane listening, feeling, and experiencing everything while feigning sleep sends a fresh rush of arousal through me. My pussy clenches, causing his cock to pulse in response inside my ass.
“You like that idea,” Finn observes, eyes fixed on my face as he discards the napkin and replaces it with his fingers. “Knowing he’s aware of every sound you make, every way your body responds to me.”
Before I can answer, Finn leans forward and captures my clit between his lips, sucking gently. The sensation is so unexpected and so intense. My hands fly to his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
He releases my clit with a wet pop, looking up at me with those piercing green eyes.
“I find it calming,” he growls. “Sucking on your clit. It centers me.”
His words, so matter-of-fact yet so filthy, make my pussy clench and release a fresh wave of slick that drips down my thighs. I feel my ass tighten around Kane’s cock in response, and his breathing changes subtly against my back.
Finn returns to his task, his tongue circling my clit before sucking it back into the wet heat of his mouth. His eyes roll back slightly, as if he’s savoring the finest delicacy.
I try to close my legs, overwhelmed by the intensity, but Finn holds them firmly apart, refusing to let me escape the pleasure he’s determined to give. His strong hands grip my thighs, keeping me spread wide and accessible as his mouth works magic on my most sensitive parts.
The dual sensations—Kane’s hard length filling my ass and Finn’s warm mouth on my clit—quickly push me toward the edge. My lower belly tightens with building pressure, and I can’t contain the sounds escaping me anymore.
My moans fill the van, getting louder as Finn increases the pressure of his sucking.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” I cry out, beyond caring who hears me. “Finn, I’m going to?—”
He growls against my clit, the vibration sending me hurtling over the edge. My entire body convulses as the orgasm tears through me, my inner walls clamping down on nothing while my ass spasms around Kane’s cock. Finn doesn’t let up, continuing to suck and lick through my climax, prolonging it until I’m a shaking, whimpering mess.
When he finally pulls away, his lips are glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with his own unfulfilled need. He wipeshis mouth with the back of his hand, looking pleased with himself.
I collapse back against Kane’s chest, completely spent, my brain struggling to return to reality after that intense release.
“How much longer until we reach my family’s farmhouse?” I ask breathlessly, suddenly remembering why we’re on this road trip in the first place.
From the driver’s seat, Jace’s amused voice floats back to us. “About ten minutes, princess. Hope you’ve got enough time to make yourself presentable.”
“Ten minutes?” I squeak, panic instantly replacing post-orgasmic bliss. “Are you serious?”
I look down at myself in horror. Kane’s cum is leaking from my ass, trailing down my thighs. My pussy is swollen and dripping with arousal. My dress is bunched around my waist, and I probably look exactly like what I am—a thoroughly fucked omega.
“Ten minutes,” Jace confirms, grinning at me through the rearview mirror.
Behind me, Kane finally “wakes up,” a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as he feels my panic. “Good morning, little omega,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice thick with amusement. “Sleep well?”
I’m about to tell him exactly what I think of his pretend sleep when his cock shifts inside me, reminding me of our current predicament.
“Kane, you need to let me go,” I say urgently. “We’re almost there, and I need to clean up and?—”
“It’s okay, love,” he says, kissing the side of my neck. “We’ll pull over at the gas station I can see up ahead. You’ll have time to freshen up.”
His hands move to my hips, lifting me carefully off his length. The sensation of him sliding out of me after so many hours makes me gasp from the unexpected loss.
After an hour of frantically trying to clean myself off in the restroom of the gas station and buying a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I’m finally walking towards the old farmhouse of my childhood.
The farmhouse looks smaller than I remember, the white paint peeling in places, the wraparound porch sagging slightly on one side.
