Page 118 of Game Over

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pulled me closer. “You know I do babygirl. But I don’t know if that attitude deserves it.”

I hummed. Though I liked letting him pretend he was in charge for a few moments, that’s all it was.

Pretend.

I leaned back a bit, putting my legs up on the counter, and spreading them wide. My fingers drifted down my body, moving my sleep shorts aside and rolling my fingers over my clit. I let my eyes flutter, my cunt was already dripping with our little game from earlier, letting my touch glide easily.

“What are you doing?” My alpha asked, his voice thick with need.

“Well, if my alpha won’t take responsibility, I guess I’m going to have to get myself off this morning.”

I moaned a bit dramatically. Though it did feel good, I wanted him to know what he was missing out on.

“You’re really not playing fair this morning babygirl.” I watched his hand drift down to his pants, rubbing over the hard length tenting the front of his sweats.

“When have I ever claimed to do that?”

His groan shook me to my core, making me drip even further. He dropped to his knees in front of me, perfectly lined up with my pussy. I was pretty sure he had every surface in this house measured for sex, because there had yet to be a piece of furniture I was bent over that didn’t position me perfectly.

My sneaky alpha.

Charlie leaned in, kissing along the inside of my slick thighs. I let him, but right as he went to lick my center, I stopped him with a hand to the forehead. His gaze snapped to mine expectantly, those deep umber eyes shimmering in the morning rays coming through the kitchen skylight.

My other hand held me up, anchoring me against the cool marble counter. “You need to beg, daddy.”

A small red flush tinged his cheeks. Though he didn’t get as embarrassed as Jesse did, there were still times where I could get him like this.

“Babygirl, please?”

It was more of a request as opposed to begging, which wasn’t what I asked for. “That’s all you got? Seems you don’t want it that badly.” My hand ran through his hair before gripping the strands in a fist.

His sharp hiss fueled me. I pulled him only inches away from me, just barely too far to reach, even if he stuck his tongue out for it. “Tell me how much you want to eat me out,” I demanded once more.

“Fuck. I want it so badly. Want to taste you, make you come so hard you forget what day it is.”

I giggled. “Think you can do it?”

“Yeah,” he said, a half moan. “I’ll have you seeing stars babygirl.”

Using the still solid grip I had on his hair I pulled him forward, pressing him into me hard. He didn’t hesitate, gliding his tongue over my clit with ease. A sated moan left me as I leaned back, my hair tickling my arms as I did. He worked circles around me, moving at the exact pace he knew drove me mad.

“Just like that alpha,” I cried. My toes curled as he brought his hand up and stuck two fingers in two knuckles deep. His digits were huge, and stretched me a lot, more than I was ready for all at once.

I could feel his satisfied smirk against me as he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot without any searching.

“Just like that, don’t stop.”

His moan of affirmation only added, vibrating my clit in the best way. It wasn’t long before I was under, my orgasm taking me with it. My thighs tightened around his head, probably making it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. My scent wafted through the room, thick and syrupy as I fell limp, releasing Charlie from between my thighs.

He removed his fingers and continued to lick me slowly, just tasting me for his own pleasure.

“Wow, this is a much better wake up than coffee,” Jesse’s voice said.

I turned to see them leaned against the entryway, looking as sexy as they always did in the morning. Their floofy hair was even more so, slightly bent out of shape. He wore no shirt, all his tattoos on display since he was just in his boxers. His freckles stood out, even more so now that we’d been out in the sun. The small dots looked beautiful against his post vacay tan.

God, I was one lucky omega.

“Good morning lemon drop,” I said. I made a move to hop off the counter but my legs were shaky from the earth-shatteringorgasm, and I almost didn’t catch myself. Lucky for me Charlie was there to hold me up.

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