Page 11 of Omega's Secret Baby
I grumbled as I got back out of bed in search of a small towel. No way was I trusting a handful of tissues to protect sheets that nice. Then, towel in hand, I climbed back into bed.
A whimper escaped my throat as soon as my fingers skimmed the head of my cock. I’d been so focused on helping with the wedding that it had been a while, and I definitely felt it.
I trailed my fingers along my shaft, shivering as my nerves lit up. Then thoughts of Jordan intruded, and I whined, spreading the pre-cum down to make the slide easier as I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking more firmly.
I imagined that it was his hand bringing me pleasure, growling with lust behind me, ready to slide into me and mark me in the most carnal of ways.
“Alpha…” I whimpered as I worked my cock.
It was good, but I needed more. I shifted and reached back with my free hand. My asscheeks were coated in slick, my entrance loose in anticipation. I plunged two fingers inside, twisting to best reach my sweet spot while still stroking my cock with my other hand.
Pleasure sparked through me, and I worked myself faster, desperate for release.
I was getting close, fueled by my fantasy of Jordan taking me.
A deep growl pierced the air, and my eyes flew open. I looked towards the door and saw Jordan standing there, jaw slack and eyes dark.
I simultaneously wondered what he was doing there, even as my eyes dropped lower, to a prominent bulge in his pants.
A bulge that he was desperately trying to adjust.
I needed it, more than I’d ever needed a knot outside of a heat before.
I turned, showing him how deep my fingers were in my ass; how ready I was for him.
“Jordan…” I begged. “Alpha.”
