Page 40 of Patiently Yours
I don’t know where I get the confidence, but I move my hands to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping him all while holding his gaze. His eyes are brazen with heat, his muscles glisten slightly in the moonlight. It makes my mouth water as I pull his briefs down and wrap my hand around him.
“Fuck,” he whispers. I lean forward, my hips still moving on top of the alpha that is now slowly thrusting back, as I spit on Ciro, spreading it with my palm before I continue to stroke him. It starts a fire in him as he whimpers slightly before lacing his fingers into my hair enough to tug my head up to look at him.
“You’re being such a good fucking omega,” he grunts, which causes both my hips and hand to move faster. Their heightened scents surround me, basking me in the best combined scent ever. Like drinking a spicy mixed cocktail in the Caribbean. I can feel everything intensify once more, my clit likely swollen in my shorts.
“Please, I need more,” I moan. I feel Kendall throb underneath me, his own noises making a symphony in my ear before he tears my panties off in one swift motion. A rush of cold air hits my ass, my dress flying up from the wind, but I don’t stop my movement. His hand slides over one of my ass cheeks, his skin leaving mine ablaze as it trails forward, searching curiously. The anticipation is building slowly until he finally places his thumb on my back hole, rubbing gentle circles in a tease of something more. The feeling is foreign, something I’ve never explored with anyone before, but it’s so erotic. So intimate that it takes my breath away. I feel so adored between these two men, and the feeling only heightens as Ciro places his hand over mine,urging me to go faster. I give him a wicked smile before moving his cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to fucking blow,” he hisses. “Stacia, I’m going to come, is that—” I hollow out my cheeks and move faster, my own climax simmering right on the surface as he bellows as quietly as he can and comes in my mouth. The taste is intoxicating, the perfect amount of spiced orange rum hitting my tongue. It blinds me a bit, the potency of it, just before Kendall’s thumb intrudes past the ring of muscle and groans deeply.
“Come with me, Omega,” he huffs out, his other hand motioning my hips. It’s almost like our orgasms are tied together, because the intrusion of his thumb pulls it right from my body, sending electricity through my clit all the way down to my toes.
He moves my hips for me as I scream out my release, feeling his climax drench my thighs and clit. Ciro’s hand finds my mouth, muffling my cries, making me black out slightly from the overwhelming pleasure.
When I finally come down, I lean back and land on Kendall’s chest as he pants. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. A second later, Ciro lies down beside us, and I can’t help but let out an indignant laugh.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
“I can,” Ciro says, both of them laughing with me. “And I believe we’ll do it again.”
The smile that falls onto my face is involuntary. I can’t feel any other way right now even if I tried. I’m happy, and it’s bizarre to think about that fact when I consider the last few months.
It’s a very welcomed feeling, indeed.
NINETEEN
Playing: The Few Things by JP Saxe (ft. Charlotte Lawrence)
Kendall (12:03 pm) Ready when you are, captain
Atlas (12:04 pm) You must be drunk if you’re calling me Captain
Kendall (12:05 pm) sht up and come get us
The house is practicallyvacant by the time I get there. A few stragglers lie on the lawn, speaking to their friends and keeling over from the night well-spent.
I text Kendall but see a party of three already heading my way. From the silhouettes alone, I can see it’s my two pack mates and our beautiful new addition. I watch their blissed out faces smile and laugh with each other, so I make the mental note to punch my professor the next time I see him.
I mean, who makes college students turn in their papers at midnight on a Saturday? How fucking cruel.
I get out of my car to greet them and the mingling of scents in the air is potent. Rum, vodka, coconuts, and a calming lavender poking through. There’s something herbal too… something I’m very used to smelling on Ciro.
“You guys look like you had fun,” I comment, and Stacia’s cheeks flush deeply.
Interesting.
“You two get the back.” I swing open the passenger’s door for her. She raises her brow at me before giving me a nod and an almost-hidden smile. Kendall and Ciro, however, find the opportunity to tease me by calling me a chauffeur and giving me shit about forcing them into the backseat.
My pack mates continue to talk amongst themselves, laughing about something involving our frat brother Bradley.
I tune it out. All I can focus on is my proximity to Stacia. She’s got her hands sitting in her lap, and I can feel her attention waning from me to the road and back again. I itch to hold her hand, reach over and casually lace our fingers together, pretend we’ve done it a million times before even though this would be the very first time.
I’m not good at going slow, but I know that is what my omega needs and I would do anything in my power to provide it for her.
I pull up the driveway to her house and park the car.
“You stay there.” I give a soft but stern point to Stacia before looking at my drunken brothers in the back seat. “Don’t get in any trouble, we’ll be right back.”
Their protests follow me as I get out and make my way to the passenger’s side. Stacia gives me a soft smile as I open her door. We walk stiffly but excitedly beside each other as we make our way to the front door. My stomach is rumbling with something more than butterflies. It feels fluttery, but sinking too.
