Page 70 of Nursing the Alpha
I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, inhaling deeply.
Though fainter tonight, his milk scent still made my mouth water.
“God, Flynn,” I whispered, so low it was almost a prayer. “What are we doing to each other?”
For a heartbeat I imagined him turning over. Awake. Meeting my gaze with those big, dark eyes and saying what we both knew.
That we got off on this.
That neither of us was innocent.
But he didn’t stir.
So I shifted closer, pressing my cock between his thighs, feeling the faint warmth of his slick even through the lace.
This was our charade.
And I couldn’t seem to end it.
I couldn’t stop myself.
Not tonight.
Slowly, I slid down his body, letting my lips trace a path over his spine, his hips, the soft swell of his ass. I breathed him in—milk and slick and the faint scent of lavender detergent clinging to his skin—and felt my cock twitch painfully.
I spread him gently, my thumbs parting his cheeks, and the sight of his hole, pink, glistening faintly in the dim light, made my mouth water.
“Fuck, Flynn,” I whispered. “Look at you. Always so ready for me.”
I didn’t wait.
I leaned in and dragged my tongue over his entrance in one long, slow stroke.
The taste of him, sweet and faintly salty, made me groan into his skin.
I licked him again, more firmly this time, my tongue circling and teasing before plunging shallowly inside.
His body twitched faintly.
I froze for half a breath, then relaxed. Just his sleeping body responding.
Good.
I pressed my face in deeper, my hands gripping his thighs as I devoured him like a starving man.
Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as I worked him open, tongue fucking him, tasting his slick.
“Christ, you taste so fucking good,” I murmured against him. “Could eat you all night.”
When I finally pulled back, my face was wet, my cock throbbing, and my control hanging by a frayed thread.
I kissed my way back up his body, over the curve of his ass, the small of his back, the lace clinging damply to his skin. Slowly I turned him over and shoved the material of the negligee apart.
His pecs were softer than usual under my palms, but his nipples already taut.
I latched on greedily, drawing hard.
Warm milk hit my tongue in a rush, and I groaned deep in my chest, my hips grinding unconsciously against the sheets.
