Page 87 of One for the Money
I weave my fingers into his hair, and he groans into my skin when I pull tightly. I watch his body move, his hips grinding into the mattress as he sucks my clit into his mouth. The sensation has me feverishly lifting my hips up to meet his mouth. My toes curl into the blankets as a particularly well-placed thrust of his tongue has me throwing my head back in pleasure. He’s feasting on melike I am his last meal, and the sound of it fills the air in an indecent melody.
I can now confidently say it’s never felt like this before.
He slips a finger inside me, immediately quieting the cramps that have been registering in the background of my mind, and I clench around the digit. He looks up from between my thighs, a picture of sin and desire. His pupils are blown, and his eyes are shiny with lust, his face glistening, as he throws his head back with a groan.
“Do you need to be filled, Omega?” His voice is as close to a purr as a Beta can get, and he slides another finger inside me as he asks. “Because it seems like your sweet pussy needs something to hold onto.”
Is that a step I want to take?
Okay, yeah, I want to take that step. But is it one Ishouldtake?
Matteo must see the war of indecision on my face because he pushes a third finger inside me, and my vision momentarily goes white with pleasure. My Beta curls his fingers inside me, stroking that spot that’s meant to take a knot, leaving me panting and moaning wantonly.
“Don’t think, Alex,” he tells me, gently massaging inside me. “Don’t let your trauma make this decision for you. Don’t let them into our bed. I want your gut instinct here. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I cry out as his thumb hits my clit and my body shudders with an orgasm that is better than any I’ve had before. My shouts of pleasure feel so loud, I’m sure they can be heard from the big top. When I come down from the sensation, my instincts are calmed, and my cramping has stopped, so I have nothing to blame for what happens next.
“I want you so fucking bad, Matteo.”
He pulls his plain red t-shirt off with one hand, andshoves his pants off his hips while keeping his fingers inside me. “That’s it, ask for what you want, Omega.” He leans forward, pressing a searing kiss to my mouth. Our tongues tangle together as he continues working my clit, and I feel another orgasm twisting inside me, so close I can taste it.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want, what you need. Whatever you ask for is yours. Let me worship you.” He curls all three of his fingers inside me as he bites down on my lower lip. The sharp bite of pain awakens something primal in me, and I explode with pleasure at the taste of copper on my tongue, being shared between us.
A part of me wakes up, screaming that this Beta is mine, that one taste of him isn’t enough. I need more.
“What do you want, Omega?” He asks softly against my mouth, even though he knows what I want, what I need.
I should push him away. I should put a stop to it here and now, because we both know that I have to leave. That this can’t be forever.
I’m not that selfless.
So we’ll pretend. We’ll pretend it can be more, because it feels so right. Like we were always going to end up here.
Kismet.
“Fuck me, Matteo.”
His lips brush across mine, and a lazy smile curls the corner of his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Matteo maneuvers between my hips, his strong hand gripping my thigh, throwing it over his shoulder. He smoothly slides a pillow under my ass, propping my hips up comfortably. He holds the base of his dripping cock as he teases it across my clit playfully, sending bolts of electricity through my body.
“Please,” I beg, my fingers curling in the sheets so I don’t claw at him in desperation. “Please fuck me, Beta.”
His eyes flash with feral intent as he shoves his hips forward, sliding easily into my soaking wet pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he pistons his hips into me. Moans tumble from his lips, in a desperate symphony that has me clenching and writhing underneath his lithe body.
“Fuck,” he groans, snapping his hips as he fucks into me with a sultry moan. “You feel like everything. Like every fantasy I ever had come to life.” He kisses my ankle tenderly as he pounds into me, something no one has ever done before.
Something about the gentle, romantic gesture while he’s fucking me like he’s mad at me has a piece of me cracking open inside. A part of the ice around my heart chips off and shatters on the floor of the trailer.
I’m waking up, and I didn’t even know I was asleep. That voice in my head is loud, chanting that his is mine, that this is right as his teeth start to tease the flesh of my calf.
It’s playful, at first. Then he bites down, and a mix of pain and pleasure courses through me so strongly that I come, screaming, and lift up off the bed, throwing my arms around his neck.
My leg slips off his shoulder, and my Beta wraps his arms around my upper body, clutching me to his chest. Matteo fucks me through my orgasm, but before I can come down, the part of me that makes me “me”, overrides everything and latches onto the thin skin underneath his ear, right by his scent gland and bite down.
Hard.
