Page 87 of The Beta: Part Three
I swallow a laugh. I'm glad she's as dumb as the rest of us sometimes. "I'm not going to use my hands." I wiggle my eyebrows at her so she understands where this is heading.
"Oh…umm, I don't know about that, Alex. What if it hurts?" She starts to worry her bottom lip with her teeth.
Maybe I'm too lecherous for my own good, but all I can think to say is, "what if it doesn't?" and I give her an even more exaggerated eyebrow wiggle.
She presses her lips together and does a long blink. "Okay, then. What if it doesn't? And you get sprayed in the face with eighty gallons of milk?"
My dick fills with blood so fast that I'm surprised it doesn't hurt. "I don't think I'll mind if I get sprayed with milk."
"Are you sure?" she asks, but she's already throwing back blankets and sitting up.
I nod. "Let me sit against the headboard, and you get on my lap. I think it'll be better like that."
"Maybe you won't drown if you're sitting up." She undoes the top buttons of the flannel shirt she took from Devon's closet; and after I see her spilling over the cups of her bra, I firmly decide that drowning might be the way to go.
"New bras," I growl. "You need new bras. That might be what caused this in the first place." Then I'm hissing as she straddles my lap and gasps when she feels my erection. Her eyes shoot to mine, full of too many things for me to sort out. This isn't meant to be a sexual situation; well, it isn't meant to result in sex. It's too soon, and I don't want to be the first one to fuck her when she is ready. You'd think I, of all of us, would be dying to have her again; but I know it's going to be rough the first time and I absolutely do not want to fuck her with my dick knowing that it's truly hurting her. "Ignore it," I say. "We're not doing anything with it. Just pretend you don't feel it."
She laughs at me. "I can't ignore that, Alex. For one, it's too big to ignore. And two, I miss being with you. It's only been a couple of weeks, but it feels like forever."
I groan, and it isn't all pleasure from her pressing against me. "Don't talk about my dick right now, sweet pea. And don't talk about fucking. I can't take it."
"I'm sorry. I don't think I can take it, either. Not yet anyway."
I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand. "Don't say shit like that, either." She licks my palm, but it doesn't have the gross-out effect she's going for. All I register is that her tongue is sliding wetly against my skin, and it doesn't matter that it's just the skin on my hand. I reach around to unclasp her bra and it almost leaps off of her body. As soon as we're finished here, I'm going to order her an entire collection of nursing bras. Of all the things we bought in preparation, nursing bras weren't on the list. Talia didn't want to order any until she had a better idea of what size she'd need. If we order them today, we can get a rush on the delivery and have them here in a couple days.
She leans over and pulls a hand towel from under the pillow and laughs at my puzzled expression. "They leak. If I even think about milk or tits or babies they leak. If you're working on this one," she points to her right breast, "then this one will turn on like a faucet," she points to the left. My dick twitches and she laughs again.
My head thunks against the headboard when I look up at the ceiling. "Please stop talking." Talia manages to pull herself together and asks me if I'm sure about this. "Of course I'm sure about this. Now stop torturing me." Then the true torture begins.
She gently cups her engorged breast and lifts it up to me like it's an offering. I place my hands on her waist and remind myself to keep them there, then I lick her nipple before taking it into my mouth. She doesn't make a sound and when I flick my eyes up to her face her expression is pinched. I use my lips and tongue the way I normally would, but her expression doesn't change. "Suck with your whole mouth, not just your lips. Use your tongue."
It shouldn't be sexy, this is supposed to be purely therapeutic, but I'm hard as a fucking rock. I try to do what she says, and when I eventually figure out how to work my mouth the right way, I'm rewarded with a flood of the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. It's so fucking sweet. I don't know what I expected, but this isn't it. I'm an instant addict.
I roll my tongue and my eyes as the flow increases and Talia hums. Then she's gasping. "I feel it tugging. Don't stop."
I won't stop. I keep doing exactly what I'm doing, drawing more and more from her breast. She puts her other hand on the back of my head and holds me tight against her, groaning. "It aches and feels so good. Don't stop, Alex." She's rocking her hips, grinding against me. I don't think she realizes she's doing it, and I'm not going to stop her. I'm going to ruin these pants.
I know the moment the duct is cleared because milk actually gushes into my mouth, and I have to gulp it down or let it pour out all over us. She's still grinding her hips and holding me to her breast, so I figure fuck it. I wedge my hand between us and pull my cock out, tucking the elastic band of these poor pants under my balls. Then I start stroking it. I'll make a huge mess, but fuck, it's going to feel good to cum with my mouth full like this.
"Here," she says, pulling my hand away. "Let me do it." She's dropped the towel she was using to keep from leaking everywhere and I can just barely see milk dripping from her nipple and down her breast. Oh my god, why is this so fucking hot? She starts moving her hand up and down my length, twisting around the head every few strokes, I'm going to get off inside of a minute. I haven't been this quick to cum since I was a teenager.
She pulls my head away, much to my disappointment. I don't want to be finished, I don't know why this is so appealing to me, but I want more of it. I'm preparing myself for an epic pout, but she surprises me. "Fuck it," she says. "Switch." Then she pulls me to her other breast. Correction. I am going to cum all over both of us in the next fifteen seconds. I'm not an asshole, though. If she felt up to grinding on my dick, she probably feels up to letting me get her off. I reach between us again to cautiously brush my fingertips against her clit, and she moans. Good enough. Then we're both working each other over, desperately trying to get the other one off first.
Talia wins, and I'm not even a drop embarrassed. My cock erupts all over both our stomachs and chests. Our hair. We are going to need a shower. She's right behind me, though; groaning and yanking at my hair.
"God, you're so much fun." I kiss her and attempt to wipe away some of the sticky mess we created with the abandoned hand towel. "Shower?"
She nods and crawls off the bed. "Will you help me change the sheets? I feel a million times better already, but I'm still a little tender."
I nod. I'll help Talia do anything she ever asks for help with. She's finally,finally, starting to lean on us more. It's just small things, like it has been since she came back home, but it's a lot more of them. And for her to ask me to help her change the bedding, of all things, is a big fucking deal.
Over the next day or two her appetite picks back up and we all breathe a sigh of relief. She was well on her way to gaunt, but none of us wanted to force food on her. The plan, before Reid's mom told us we were idiots, was to give her stubborn ass two more days to try to work it out on her own before one of us, probably Jasper, made her eat more than three bites of something. I'm glad we didn't have to do that, because we all know how well that would have gone over. It's a fun thing when even Jasper isn't immune to her wrath.
I am enjoying watching Talia try to eat spaghetti without getting any on her mouth when Devon ruins dinner. It's always him. Whenever there's a perfectly good dinner to ruin, he's the one who usually ruins it. Kaleb might drag him across the table one day and suffocate him in whatever we're trying to eat.
"Dad called. They're going after the omegas tomorrow."
Talia puts her fork down and looks at Nathan. "When are you leaving?"
