Page 55 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
“But then I met Asher. A totally chance encounter. And we both knew immediately that we were connected.” He looks up at me again. “Don’t tell him I told you, but we both cried when we found one another. We’d been alone for so long. Isolated. It was such a relief to form that brotherly bond.”
I press my lips to his forehead again, my eyes growing hot. “I won’t tell a soul.”
We’re quiet a while, holding each other on his bed, until his voice rings gently in the air. “Izzy?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you.”
For a second, I’m unsure if he means he needs me in his life or he wants to have sex, but when I see the look in his eyes, I know it’s undeniably both.
“I’m yours, Will.”
He pulls himself up my body, settling between my legs, kissing my lips firmly, and I moan at the contact, warm and wet. When I open for him, he doesn’t rush, coaxing my tongue with his, working his lips against mine, making my body heat rise at a slow, steady pace.
His fingers brush against my skin at the hem of my shirt, and I sigh into his mouth before he runs those hands up and over my bra, giving my breasts a firm squeeze. He leans back and touches his nose to mine, our lips barely touching. “I love you,” he breathes. “So, so much.”
My hands come up to grip the sides of his face, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “I will love you forever.”
I don’t need the aching in my chest to tell me what I say is true. Every atom of my being knows it with absolute certainty. Every beat of my heart, every breath that fills my lungs, helps me to live for Will, Asher, and Matthew.
“Teach me how to please you.” Those sapphire eyes stare into mine with a ferocity Will isn’t known for.
“You did a wonderful job before,” I coo with a grin. “What do you want to learn?”
“Everything,” he says in a rush. “I already told you that I was never with anyone before you. I just went on instinct our first time.” His hand caresses my cheek. “Now that we’re not hazed and confused”—a little smirk—“I want to know what you like.”
“What about you? What do you like?”
He blinks down at me like he’s never thought of his desires before, then grows a little pink in the cheeks again. “I… have no idea.”
My brows furrow with confusion. Then I realize that Will waited for his Omega…for me… foreverything.
He really doesn’t know what he likes.
That’s kind of sexy, on some primal level. I think I understand the virgin tropes in romance novels now, even if the virgins in those books are usually the women.
“Why don’t you let me help you figure that out?”
My thighs grip his waist above his hips, and I roll us on the mattress until he’s below me with wide eyes. I bite my lip as I sit up, pull the shirt from my body, and toss it to the floor. Then, Islither down his body, lie flat on my stomach on top of his legs as I reach for the waist of his jeans.
I watch as his breath quickens, his gaze zeroed in on my every move as I lay kisses to his stomach above his jeans, across his belly button, and he groans. When I flick open the button on his fly and grip the fabric, I don’t even have to ask him to lift up his ass for me to pull his jeans off. He does it readily, and I move down the rest of his body with both his jeans and boxers in my grasp, pulling them off his long legs until he’s naked from the waist down on top of the bed, that gorgeous dick of his stiff as a board and standing at attention.
I don’t remove any more of my clothing before crawling back onto the bed between his legs, running my hands up the insides of his thighs until precum glistens like diamonds at the tip of his cock. I hum in approval at him, grip the base of his cock in one hand, his balls in the other, drawing a loud gasp from his lips that turns into a sigh as his eyes close.
With a flat tongue, I press down on the tip of his dick, his eyes flying open on a groan. When I swirl my tongue around the head, he hisses, never taking his eyes off me.
Wetness pools in my panties at the lust in his eyes, the utter adoration.
I lick his entire length, all around from base to tip, then grip the base in my hand again before sucking his cock down my mouth as far as I can.
Deep-throating has never been something I was capable of, but I learned a trick or two in my day to make the head experience good without it. Including squeezing and jerking the base where my lips touch but don’t pass as I suck and swirl my tongue.
The salty taste of Will’s come spurs me on, like some kind of aphrodisiac, and I’m sucking and jerking him off into my mouth like a machine, massaging his balls with my free hand until hestarts fucking my mouth from below. I whine onto his dick, and the sensation must be pretty nice, because he starts grunting and fucking my face faster, the head of his cock slamming into the opening of my throat, cutting off my airway each time he juts forward.
But I don’t care at all.
The look on my Alpha’s face, the ecstasy, is beyond anything I’ve ever seen.
