Page 66 of His Pretty Omega
My mouth went dry as fire licked up my body, all my nerve endings tingled, and my fingers ached to get him naked.
Right this minute.
The sounds around us disappeared, and all I heard was my heartbeat loud in my ears, the sound of Seth’s harsh breathing, the desire shining in his eyes, and I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the elevators.
Someone huffed, making a squeaking sound, but I didn’t care who it was. River, most likely. My entire focus was on my mate.
The doors opened, and I waited impatiently while the car emptied of guests eager to ring in thenew year.
My body hummed with lust, my fingers entwined tightly with Seth’s. I was hyper aware of every sound he made, the slightest flicker of his fingers against mine, the way his breathing was fast and harsh.
After an eternity, the car was empty and we were headed up to our suite. Seth slammed his hand on the emergency stop and the car jerked to a jarring halt.
“What?” I licked dry lips, watching in anticipation as Seth put a finger to my lips.
“No talking. Just feeling.”
He slid to his knees, and had my cock out of my pants before I could blink.
Bracing my arms on the sides of the car, I moaned loudly when he swallowed the head of my cock inside the sizzling warmth of his wet mouth. The sound of my voice sounded loud inside the small metal car, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.
Not when I looked down at Seth’s dark head bobbing on my dick. With each swallow, more of me slipped inside, until my tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged on me.
That sound, the sight of tears streaming down his face, streaking his eyeliner, shouldn’t be the turn on that it was. Instead of easing up, I flexed my hips, pushing deeply into his mouth and down his throat.
His hand stroked my length, as he sucked and slurped noisily, every few seconds choking on my cock, and myhips started a wild bucking that I couldn’t stop if either of our lives depended on it.
Seth’s blue eyes caught mine, black smeared under his eyes from his tears, his cheeks flushed rosy. He was a beautiful mess, and my hand tangled in his hair, holding his head still. I thrust hard once, twice, my balls heavy and aching.
Never looking away, Seth stroked me faster with his hand, his mouth sucked harder, and I was gone.
My cum exploded in his mouth as I let out a rumbly growl from deep in my chest, and Seth hummed in pleasure around my dick. The sensation set off another short spurt that left my limbs trembling.
Seth popped off my softening cock, swallowed the last of my cum, then swiped at a line that had dribbled down his chin with his thumb. He sucked his digit into his mouth, as I helped him stand, still trying to catch my breath.
Tucking myself back into my pants, he hit the button and the elevator restarted its climb upwards.
“Did we just have sex in an elevator?”
Seth gave me a saucy, unrepentant grin. “We did.”
The doors opened to our floor, and Seth grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as he practically ran to our suite.
My hands fumbled the keycard, until he took it from me, forcibly pushed me inside and slammed the door behind us with a loud bang.
“On the bed,” he ordered, and my cock twitched as his bossy tone.
“Bossy brat,” I muttered, though my hands were tossing my clothes off as fast as I could.
Seth winked, “You know it.”
Hooking my arm behind his neck, I devoured his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. “My bossy brat.”
“Yes,” he breathed against my mouth, his warm hands roaming across my bare chest.
He gave me a small shove that didn’t even move me a quarter of an inch, and I raised my brows at him. He made a shooing motion at me and then the bed. “Get naked and on the bed.”
Doing as he asked–demanded–I made myself comfortable on the luxurious bed, settling my back against the headboard. I had been dreaming of this night for what felt like forever, claiming Seth as mine.
