Page 36 of With A Little Luck
“That mouth is going to get us both into trouble,” Hart growls, sitting up in a partial crunch. He gathers my hair, wrapsit around his fist, and piles it on top of my head. “This isn’t supposed to be about me. Are you sure this is helping?”
My eyes slide from his pelvis, up his muscular stomach and chest, finally landing on his face. He’s way too sexy with that look on his face, and his eyes dark with desire.
I pull back to speak, and his still-hard length bounces against his flat lower stomach.
“It was… Then the taste was gone.” I seal my lips shut to keep from saying I could lick the rest of his cum out of his boxers.
That’s weird.
And I know it.
Omega instincts are bizarre.
Sweat trickles between my breasts, and a wave of cramps racks through my abdomen, making my stomach tighten.
I can’t even question why, but Hart’s face is hazy and muted.
“I need your knot,” I say, unsure where the words even come from. “It should help the fever. If you’re even attracted?—”
“Enough of that!” he barks, pulling me closer by using his hold in my hair as leverage. Once I’m within reach, he sits up even more and both his hands land on my rib cage. He lifts me with ease, and I scramble with him to ensure he doesn’t have to try to deadlift my entire body weight. “I’m more than attracted to you, Quincy. I’mentrancedby you.”
My pussy ends up right over his knot, and I fall onto my knees, grinding over it and the base of his shaft.
He hisses and slides his hands down my sides. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” It might sound insulting if not for his voice being lined in pure sexual heat. That, and the look of molten attraction on his face.
My hands fall to his chest for support as I give another roll of my hips. His hard length feels incredible rubbing against my swollen nub, but what I really need is to be filled full of him.
It’s the only thing my brain can focus on.
“You have no idea how badly I want to suck on your tits.” Hart brushes the backs of his fingers over my right nipple as his other digs into my hip, guiding me over him. “What are we going to do now, beautiful?”
My body acts without me issuing the order. I reach between us, push up on my knees, and sink down on his tip before the thought crosses my mind that I should act.
“That works for me,” he chokes out. “Christ, Quincy. You’re a fucking dream.”
I curve toward Hart.
The stretch takes my breath away.
I’m so full.
He’s so hard.
I brush my fingers over the leftover inches of his length that I haven’t managed to take, and my eyes widen. That’s a lot of extra dick when I already feel stretched to my limits. Logically, I know I’m not, but it’s still intimidating.
Vaginas are forgiving.
They can and do stretch.
I just wish I didn’t feel so warm and floaty, because it feels like a lot of work to get all that extra dick inside me. It’ll be worth it, though. I have to make it work if I want his knot. And I want it inside me almost more than I want my next breath.
“Let’s see if this helps,” Hart says, keeping his voice low and soothing. He flicks both nipples and moves to tease my clit.
My head falls to the side, baring my neck, and I whine. It’s basically my system begging him to take over.
Everything in the world disappears outside of him. It’s tunnel vision on another human being that I can’t remember ever experiencing. Sweat beads on my skin as I use my hold on his stomach to help push myself up.
It’s so much work, but I want the bliss that I know will come from having his knot locked inside me.
