Page 177 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“Anders. He’s still disappointed about the trade falling through, and the options his agent has for him aren’t what he wants. The Knights wanted to keep him, which is a smart move.” His lips brushed against my neck, as his hand rose up my thigh. “Is this okay? I don’t want to push.”
“I… I like it.” I melted into him.
Clark’s fingers grazed my pussy, and I clenched. My heart pounded as one of his fingers slipped inside me.
I sighed. “That feels good.”
His lips grazed my collarbone. I gasped as a second finger slipped inside. The rhythm they created was maddening, and I yearned for another finger to join them.
My hand slipped under his shirt and roamed his broad and muscular chest.
“You're so wet and ready for me. You know, if you ever want me to join you in the bathtub, I’ll touch you real good,” he growled, as he scooped me up like I was a princess.
He knew what I got up to in the bathtub? That was alpha noses for you.
“What do you want, Sweetness?” he asked as he carried me into his room. “Do you want me to fuck you? Touch you? Take you in the shower and wash your hair? Just want to sleep? Do you want me to keep you company while you finish any assignments? Hey, wasn’t there a party? We can go. It’s still early in party time.”
I gushed. While I adored him putting my needs first, him putting mywantsfirst, like he was doing now, was sexy as fuck.
“Is this an alpha thing? I smell like him, so you need to fuck me and cover me with your scent?” I looked up into his beautiful eyes and cupped his face.
He laughed. “I don’t care if you smell like him–I like how he smells. I don’t even mind if you wear his clothes, just not to bedwith me. Feel free to stuff it under your pillow, like that shirt of mine you stole.”
My cheeks burned. “I… I sleep better that way. Always have. Your blanket that you gave me after my stuff was destroyed, brought me so much comfort in those early days of the breakup.”
It still lived on my bed. It was little things like that, things I’d done even before everything with Officer Jones, that possibly led my ex to think I might eventually awaken as an omega.
Clark held me in his arms, swaying gently, as we stood in the middle of his room. His built-in shelf housed his special-edition Defender League collectibles, some posed in a scene with the pocket square I’d gotten him for Christmas, as the backdrop. He bought a figure every time he scored a goal.
There were also hockey cards, comic books, graphic novels, photos, bobble heads, action figures and other things. A small lamp illuminated the room and there was a graphic novel by the nightstand.
His bed was alsoverycomfortable. I adored his Defender League sheets. His comforter was plain blue. Captain Everything blue.
“Please, steal my blankets. I want to fuck you because you smell like you need to be stuffed full of my cum.” He brought me over to the bed and slowly took off my clothes.
“Yes, Alpha.” I looked up at him. Clark was right. It wasn’t us. If we truly cared about Tenzin, we’d be patient and give him the time and space he needed.
Clark pulled me onto the bed with him. “How do you want me, Sweetness? Hard and fast? Soft and slow?”
He slid off his grey sweats–which hadnothingunderneath and got into bed with me.
“This.” I climbed on top of him and kissed him softly, staring into his eyes, as if by doing so, I’d learn everything about him I needed to know.
“Oh, yes, please. Ride me, Cowgirl,” he teased, thrusting his hips.
Grabbing his hands in mine, I ground against his inflated knot. I sighed in pleasure as I moved up and down on his thick, hard shaft.
“Tesoruccio,” I gasped, angling my body, so that pierced cock got exactly where I wanted.
“That’s it, take what you want, Sweetness. What you need, what you want, that’s all I need and want.” He grinned up at me.
Those sweet words did as much for me as his dirty talk.
I leaned forward, my pleasure rising. “I want your knot,” I told him.
He captured my breast in his mouth, nipping it.
“Clark,” I cried, slamming down all the way onto his knot as an orgasm shook my body.
