Page 92 of With A Little Luck
I jolt, grabbing her wrists. “I’m afraid if you move any lower, my chances of remaining a gentleman are slim.”
“You’re so cute.” A lopsided smile takes over her face, and she shakes out of my grip. “That was the point, Trigg.”
A low growl rattles out of my chest as she teases her soft fingers over the indents of my hips. She brushes over my pubic hair and soaps my cock.
My head falls back as I curse under my breath. Each breath saturates my system in her scent, and my vision gains a hazy sheen that’s mildly alarming.
I’ve never experienced rut.
Then again, I’ve never been so close to a potent omega either.
Quincy fists my shaft and loops her other hand around the back of my neck, pulling my head down. She stretches on her tiptoes to meet in the middle, and I haphazardly capture her mouth. My teeth rake over her lower lip, and the nearly overpowering urge to plunge them in washes over me from nowhere.
This is a problem.
I keep a tight hold on myself out of necessity, but Quincy makes it difficult to fight against my baser urges. Her fingers dig into my neck, and she continues to jerk my cock. The sticky tip drips precum against her skin, and I buck into her hold.
The location is inconvenient, considering all the things I ache to do to her. Her balance isn’t the best, and with my lack of experience, it seems dangerous to attempt our first time together in the shower.
I’m the one who is supposed to be meeting her needs, yet I can’t help myself as I grind into her tight hold. Her tongue teases around mine, and she whimpers against my lips.
Sliding my hand around her lower back, I guide her to lean against the wall and give in to the moment. My teeth ache with the same throb that pulses in my knot.
“I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers.
She smiles. “That’s okay. If I could get down on my knees and back up again, I’d already have your dick in my mouth.” Her words cause a visceral reaction, and my shaft jumps. She keeps right on grinning, working me off with more vigor.
My forehead rests against hers as my mind plays sexy little images of what she would look like on her knees—followed quickly by a multitude of other positions.
I slide my hand down Quincy’s backside, cupping her ass and pulling her closer as my pleasure builds. She runs her thumb over my crown, and it’s game over.
Sealing my mouth to hers, I tune out the hot water beating on my back and focus solely on her scent and the tight grip she has on my cock. It becomes impossible to multitask as my shaft swells. Luckily, the naughty little vixen takes over the kiss. She wrecks me as my balls tighten and my spine tingles.
Hot cum sprays from my tip, and I groan against her lips. My legs shake to the point I’m grateful that I’m not responsible for keeping us both upright. I doubt I could safely do so.
My head is a mess of alpha fog.
The need to bite her slams into my chest, and I pull my mouth from hers to keep instinct from taking over.
Quincy continues working my cock, and she smiles as she brings her hand to her mouth, licking my cum from her fingers.
The sight does my fucking head in.
Or maybe that’s my first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced.
No, it’s absolutely the captivating little omega that takes my breath away.
Now I just need to negotiate her allowing me to bond her…
And she’ll never be able to escape.
Once I realize the pregnant belly is pushing what my T-shirt can cover, I run over to Ridge’s room to dig for something more comfortable for her to wear. She’ll want to be surrounded by at least one of our scents while we eat.
I’m even thoughtful enough to warn Ridge and Hart about the food.
They promise they’ll meet us downstairs, and I leave, only to realize they should know what happened today.
If not, Ridge will surely ask in front of Quincy.
