Page 55 of Crash Course Omega
“I've just come, Jaxx, I can't—”
But he kisses my clit through the fabric, and all those thoughts wash away. Especially when he keeps looking at me like that as he nuzzles my pussy.
He strokes from my knee to the V of my hips and on to tug my panties to the side.
I’m exposed to him. The warm air of his breath traces over my pussy, and his eyes dance over me.
“Don’t stare at me like that,” I tell him, because his face fills with so much longing that it actually hurts.
“I missed you, you know?” he says, making my heart clench. “I never stopped thinking about you.”
“You don't even know me,” I say.
“Neither do you.” He smirks. “But your body knows how good I am for you. So now I just need to convince your heart.”
He kisses my thigh, giving me the softest bite that sends need fluttering through my core.
The only thing I can hear over the pounding of my heart is his groan as he dives down, flattening his tongue over my pussy and licking hard.
I burst out with another cry, pushing my hand against my mouth.
Jaxx, the confident scoundrel who always looks perfect for the cameras, is bowing for me as he licks me relentlessly.
There’s no way I can hold back. It’s coming too fast.
“Jaxx!” I gasp, snapping my thighs closed around his ears like I can slow him down. But I have no chance, especially with a controlled athlete like him.
“Jaxx, you have to stop! I'm too sensitive!”
I gasp again as his fingers suddenly press against my entrance.
Whimpers fall from me as he dips them inside my pussy, and he groans, the vibrations pulsing through me.
“Is this all for me, sweetheart?” he purrs before he brings his fingers out, licking up the slick that drips from them.
I bite into my hand, trying to keep myself quiet as he dives back in, and his fingers surge along with his tongue.
He pauses, lifting his head to meet me with hungry eyes—with the eyes of an alpha.
He shifts his fingers, teasing me as he draws them out as slowly as possible.
“What are you doing?” I moan.
“I’m stopping, just like you asked me to.”
I whimper as he curves his fingers inside me, stroking at my walls, and I thrust my hips to try to feel it more.
“That’s not stopping!” I gasp.
“Oh, really?” he says, the corner of his lip hitching, looking so sexy it has to be illegal. “What should I do then? Are you sure you don't want to come again?” he asks as his pheromones spread over me.
I don’t care if he marks me. My omega senses are telling me that it’s right for me to walk about smelling like him.
I just want to feel everything I can with him, even if it means doing it in a bathroom in the F1 center in Texas.
His mouth hovers over my clit, and his look is so desperate and serious that I gasp.
“Do it, Jaxx. Make me come again.”
