Page 109 of Choosing Their Omega

I don’t have a lot of time to ponder that question, because as soon as my hands are in place on the shelves, Lawson’s hands start to wander. He skates them over my sides and hips, then one large hand moves around to squeeze my breast while the other slips beneath the hemline of my dress. His fingers find their way between my thighs, and he pushes the crotch of my panties aside to tease my entrance.

“Love how wet you are for me,” he murmurs low in my ear. “My naughty little Omega. My dirty girl, so turned on by the idea of getting fucked in public.”

“Lawson…” I bite my lip, turning my head to look at him. “Please. Don’t make me wait.”

He groans, grinding his crotch against my ass to let me feel how hard he is. The hot bulge of his cock presses between my cheeks, and I whimper, my heart thudding heavily against my ribs.

This is crazy. But god, I don’t want to stop.

“I can’t wait either,” he rasps. “Gonna fill you up, beautiful. Gonna give you everything you need.”

His hand slips out from between my legs, and I groan in frustration at the loss. But I can hear him fumbling with the button and fly of his pants, and a second later, he drags up the hem of my skirt. Cool air hits my ass, and the knowledge that I’m semi-exposed makes something delicious curl through my belly. I arch my back, bending forward a little to give him a better view, and Lawson lets out a strained sound. He peels my panties partway down, leaving them just above my knees, and a shiver runs through me.

I let out a whimper, then immediately press my lips together, trying to stifle the sound.

Lawson chuckles. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. How about this, beautiful? You try your best to stay quiet, and I’ll try my best to make you scream my name so loud that everyone in the store—hell, everyone on the entire block—will hear you.”

His bare length slides between my thighs, and I can feel the roughness of his pants against my ass as he teases me like that. Another noise bubbles up in my throat, but I manage to suppress it so that only a tiny squeak emerges.

“Hold on,” Lawson instructs.

It’s the only warning I get before he draws back, finds my slick entrance, then plunges inside. The shock of being filled so suddenly mingles with the forbidden thrill of knowing we could get caught, and I almost belt out a full-throated cry before I stop myself. The effort of holding in my noises only seems to increase my arousal, as if fighting to contain it makes my body want to let it run rampant.

A shudder quakes through me, my hands gripping the shelves for dear life as Lawson draws out and slides back in. He’s slow and steady, not fucking me hard enough for our bodies to slap together and create sounds that would be a telltale giveaway of what we’re doing back here.

It’s almost torturous, and I bump my ass back against him, meeting his thrusts as I breathe raggedly through my nose. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, I won’t be able to contain my noises.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers in my ear, bottoming out and angling his hips in a way that puts pressure on my g-spot. “Your pussy is clenching around me like it never wants to let go. Do you think you can take it harder?”

I nod wildly, my hair falling around my face. This time, it’s Lawson who has to stifle a loud groan, and his fingers dig into my hips as he draws out slowly and then thrusts back inside, hard and deep.

My eyes widen, a sound lodging in my throat as sparks shoot through me. My toes are curling inside my shoes, and I swear if he didn’t have a solid hold on my hips, I’d be collapsing into a puddle on the floor right about now.

“Yes,” I breathe, so low it’s almost inaudible. “Like that. Fuck, Lawson. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Help me get you there,” he whispers hoarsely. “Touch yourself, beautiful.”

I’m a little nervous about letting go of the shelf with one hand, but my clit is throbbing so needily that I decide to risk it. Keeping one hand braced firmly on the shelf, I slip the other between my legs, circling my clit with quick movements as Lawson draws out and slams back in. Our bodies rock together, and I have a sudden vision of us toppling the shelf over by accident—but I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t think I could, even if the shelf did go down, and us along with it. I’m too close, too desperate to come.

My fingers fly over my clit in a blur, faster and faster as my breathing picks up. And when Lawson sets his teeth at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, the feel of it sends a jolt of pure pleasure through my veins.

It’s not a bite, but the gentle scrape against my skin is still enough to set me off. I come in a rush, squirming against Lawson as I drag my hand away from my clit and clamp it over my mouth. I can smell my arousal on my fingertips, feel the wetness there, and it sends me spiraling even higher as I cry out behind the barrier of my hand.

Lawson finally loses control, his deep, measured strokes turning fast and erratic as he fucks me like his life depends on it. He muffles his own noise against my hair, wrapping an arm around my waist and holding me close as he jerks inside me. His knot swells, and he groans as he pulls out instead of pushing in deeper, withdrawing from me just before his knot can lock us together.

I feel the hot, wet splash of his cum against my thighs as he finishes outside of my body, and he reaches down between us, wrapping a hand around himself as the last few pulses of his release paint my skin.

My hand falls away from my mouth, a shaky breath pouring from my lips. I’m both relieved and disappointed that he didn’t actually knot me here. On the one hand, it would’ve been hot as hell, but on the other… if we had been discovered back here, it would’ve made it impossible to hide what we were doing.

As if he can read my thoughts, Lawson chuckles low in my ear. “Maybe next time I’ll knot you, beautiful. Make you sit on my cock in secret, taking my knot with no one the wiser. Or maybe next time I’ll make you come with people all around, in full view of them, and see if you can keep yourself quiet.”

Goosebumps prickle across my skin, my nipples going hard as I imagine the scenarios he just described. Fuck, the mouth on this man. And the best part is, I know he’s not just talk. He’d definitely do it.

He releases his hold on me, and I feel him crouch down behind me. His tongue drags over my inner thighs, and I yelp quietly in surprise as he licks up his cum, cleaning me off. Then he stands up and turns me around to face him.

His thumb and forefinger catch my chin, tilting my head up, and my stomach swoops with arousal as I realize what he’s about to do.

When he kisses me, I open my lips for him just like I know he wants me do, and the cum he just gathered on his tongue spills into my waiting mouth. Tasting him like this is something completely new, and I moan into our kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth to seek out every last drop.

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