Page 97 of Two For the Show
“Alex.” My voice is gentle. I don’t want to think I’m rejecting her, because I’m acutely aware that an Omega in heat is quite sensitive. “I don’t know if you’re aware enough for me to feel comfortable doing that.”
She looks up at me, her eyes surprisingly clear. “That’s why I drank the coffee.”
Sometimes, I forget that she is a doctor, with the education and research to back it up. Of course, she’d know how to force herself into a state of lucidity to discuss boundaries.
“But it won’t last long,” she reminds me. “So we’re going to need to negotiate quickly.”
It’s a rapid fire of limits.
“Anal?”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
“Double penetration?”
“Yes.”
“Double vaginal penetration?”
“If we have time.”
“Spanking?”
“Always.”
“Breath play?”
“With a visual way to use as a safe word, yes.”
“Restraints?”
“Yep.”
“Toys?”
“For sure.”
“Knotting your mouth?” She wrinkles her nose. Looks like I found the limit. “Your dissent is noted. I’ll make sure the others know.”
“Okay, you two,” Quinton says, finally striding into the room. “I think that’s the bulk of it. Safewords?”
She turns and looks at him over her shoulder. “Red, yellow, green.”
He nods succinctly before walking into the kitchen and pouring a mug of coffee from the saucepan. We both stare at him as he slowly takes a sip. After a moment, he makes a shooing gesture with his hand. “Don’t let me interrupt anymore. As you were.”
I snort, unable to smother my laugh. Alex takes his request to heart, diving back onto my cock with a renewed vigor. This time, I don’t hold back as I press onto the back of her head and fuck into her mouth. Her fingertips dig into my thighs as her eyes tear, and I genuinely think I may pass out from how much the sight of her turns me on.
Q comes and sits beside me on the couch and hands me a mug of coffee. It’s hard to keep my cool and sip it while she works my cock, but something about the casual way we’re ignoring her seems to drive her to new levels of arousal.
“So, we’re moving, huh?” Quiton asks offhandedly. “Did Jude tell you where we were going?”
“Yeah,” I say, but it sounds strangled. “Tony is getting us to Florida.”
He hums and takes a sip of his coffee. “Smart man.”
I don’t respond. I can’t. ‘Ignoring’ her has increased her need to impress me, it seems, because she’s kneading my balls as she deepthroats me.
I nearly spill my coffee on my shirt.
