Page 42 of His Gentle Omega
He surrounded me with his heat, his scent, his need.
My hand caressed the back of his neck, chest to chest, and my hard cock pressed up digging into the softness of his thigh, separated by only the sheet.
“Do it,” he gasped. Begging or ordering, possibly both.
Before the words had completely left his mouth, I captured his lips, devouring. Tasting him, learning him, making him mine.
He belonged to me. He was meant to be mine.
Nothing had ever felt more right, or true, or primal.
My tiger was just beneath my surface, pacing, pleased.
As the kiss went on, I didn’t care about anything except this man in my arms. The feel of him, the way he tasted just like the donuts he smelled of, had me savoring each second it lasted.
Bennett wasmine. My omega.
In that moment, I didn’t care how absolutely fucked up my life was.
I wanted Bennett and I was going to have him.
Chapter Fifteen
Bennett
Finally, the need for air became more pressing than my need to continue kissing Shay. My skin was on fire, heat burning me from top to bottom, as I writhed restlessly against him. The sheet was bunched between us, askew, and annoyed with it, I pushed it impatiently to the side. I needed to feel Shay’s bare skin against my own.
Both of us panted harshly, our chests heaving, and I pushed up from him, my thighs straddling his bare hips. His thick, hard cock nudged at the cotton of my pajama shorts, and I undulated against it, at the same time tossing my shirt over my head. It landed…somewhere on the floor. The firm ridge of his cock was the perfect amount of friction, rubbing against the damp material and I moaned loudly.
My hands splayed over his bare chest. He had no chest hair, not even a happy trail. It was just one long expanse of smooth skin for me to explore. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I ran my hands unashamedly over his chest. Lightly, I trailed my fingers down his sides, careful of the bruises still dotting his skin. His body was gorgeous, all long limbs and lightly sculpted muscles.
Staring down into his eyes, his pupils were blown, the bright blue of them nearly disappearing into black. Shay’s eyes gleamed with fire, with need, want, and lust. If I could see myself, I was sure mine looked much the same. His hands came up to grip my hips, stopping my movements and ending the sweet friction that I had going on.
“Tell me to stop, Bennett.” His words were rough with need.
Bending so that my lips were nearly touching his, I whispered, “No, Shay, I’m not going to tell you to stop. I want you. I fucking need you. I’m on fire for you, can’t you feel it? I’m so wet for you.”
It was true. I was wetter than I had ever been for anyone, even during my heats. My shorts were nearly dripping, the backs of my thighs sticky with slick. My hole clenched, demanding to be filled by our alpha.
Shay growled from somewhere deep inside him, the sound raw and dangerous. Shivering with need, my desire amped up at the sound. He was so primal in that moment, roaring to the world that I belonged to him.
His long fingers slid beneath the elastic of my shorts, just barely skimming over the soft skin of my ass. Down my crack, gliding through my slick and teasing my rim with the tip of one. Lightly he teased around my hole, setting my nerve endings intoa frenzy. Gasping, I arched my back and needily pushed my ass towards his finger.
His finger slid inside me, and it was absolute heaven. He moved it slowly in and out, teasing me. My tight hole sucked his digit in, and it glided smoothly through my wetness. Slick gushed out of me, dripping down his finger, and I might have been embarrassed by the amount my body was producing if I hadn’t been so caught up in my desire.
The fleeting thought that I might be going into heat flickered across my lust drugged brain. If it wasn’t for the birth control I used mainly to regulate my heats, I might have believed it. But my heat wasn’t due for months, and I had been regular since starting on the birth control shot.
Another finger joined the first, filling me and stretching me with their thickness. “Yes,” I hissed, “fuck, yes.”
Using my thigh muscles–thank you past me who decided to take the stairs at the hospital most days–I lifted myself off his fingers until they were almost free of my body, then fucked myself back onto them.
Shay hissed, the tendons of his neck standing out harshly, until he halted my frenzied movements with his free hand on my hip and pulled his fingers from my slick hole. Moaning at the emptiness, I watched as he brought his glistening fingers up to his lips. Slowly, so slowly, he sucked one finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He did the same with the other finger, finally popping both digits out of his mouth with a loud P sound.
“Delicious,” he moaned, his voice husky and dark. “I could eat you up, Bennett. You taste and smell so fucking good.”
“You do too.” Restlessly, I yanked at my shorts, needing them off right fucking now.
Shay’s hands joined my fumbling ones, and in seconds that felt likemonths, we were naked together. His hard cock rested perfectly between my slick ass cheeks as I poised over him, and I slid up and back against his long length. It was like heated velvet over steel, and it rubbed me in all the right places. Being on top wasn’t usually my favorite position, to be honest, but this was hitting all my buttons and then some.
