Page 71 of Omega Tricked
I gulped when he pushed his finger inside me. Pleasure radiated through my whole body when he hooked it and rubbed my prostate. I shuddered and humped the cupboard, but when he stopped moving his finger, I groaned my complaint.
“You’re so sensitive there.”
“Yeah,” I moaned. “Give me more.”
“What’s it feel like?” he asked softly.
Blowing out a shaky breath, I said, “I don’t know how to describe it. It just makes me want to come bad.”
He rocked his hips, and his cock was rock hard against the small of my back. “And you actually like my cock inside you?”
“God, yes.”
“It… it doesn’t hurt?”
I frowned. “It can be rough if you have someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”
“I didn’t know what I was doing, but you still liked it. You fucking loved it.”
“Yeah, you’re a natural, I guess. If you don’t mind, I’d love a repeat performance.”
He laughed. “You’re so impatient.” He began to move his fingers again, teasing my insides in delicious, torturous strokes. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
I shivered, clenching my jaw as I tried to control myself. “Then fuck me.”
Another husky laugh, and he pushed his fingers deeper. “I love the sounds you make.” He nuzzled my hair. “So needy, and perfect.”
I wanted to come bad. Prostate stimulation was intense. I wasn’t a machine, and he had me too turned on to just wait and wait. If he wasn’t going to fuck me, he at least needed to let me come. “Come on, Lex. You can’t just leave me hanging,” I grumbled. “Let me come.”
He nipped the back of my neck. “But I want you to come with me inside you.”
I rested my head on my arms, trying to contain my frustration. “Then do it.Please.”
He pulled his fingers from me and pried my ass cheeks apart. “I can’t believe how much I want this,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock over my hole. “But I do. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I reached back, tugging him closer. “Fuck me.Fuck me.”
Without another word, he pushed inside of me. He growled, and I saw stars. Fireworks flickered behind my lids as his thick shaft penetrated me deep. My cheek rubbed the tile counter, and I moaned with delight as he started thrusting slowly. The cabinet doors clicked and squeaked as he pounded me against the cupboards, locking and unlocking with every stroke into me.
Muscles at the base of my cock squeezed, preparing for release. I was so hard it hurt, and I stroked myself quickly, breathing jaggedly. “God, yeah. Yeah,” I wheezed, praying my legs didn’t give out.
His fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place, fucking me in beautifully perfect rhythm. He grunted and swore, mumbling how good it felt, and how he wanted to fill me with his seed. I shivered and clenched the muscles of my ass so it felt even better for him. He was so deep inside me, I could barely catch my breath. I’d never experienced the level of pleasure he gave me. His dick filled me so full, the friction was unspeakably good. It wasn’t like we were just fucking; he was invading every inch of me, taking what he wanted, but also giving me so much more.
“Lex,” I moaned, as my climax spiraled through me.
“Oh, fuck. So good,” he whispered, his hips stuttering. “Ohfuck.”
The warm flush of his seed sent me over the edge. My body jerked as my orgasm exploded inside me. My release spurted against the walnut cabinets, dripping down the dark wood. I couldn’t even form words as pleasure ravaged me, zipping through my nerve endings and leaving me a weak, mumbling mess. As feared, my legs gave out, but he held me up, fucking me until his climax was done. Then he leaned on me, his hot breathing fanning across the nape of my neck. I could feel him trembling as he struggled to keep us both upright.
“Jesus. Fucking. Hell,” he rasped. “You’ve ruined me.”
I’d have loved to believe that was true. That’d he’d want to stay here and only be with me. But I wasn’t naive. You couldn’t hold alphas accountable for the things they said when they were dopey from an orgasm. I laughed gruffly and concentrated on catching my breath.
After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and stumbled to lean on the counters. His eyes were closed and his face a mask of contentment. I grabbed some paper towels and wiped myself and the cabinets clean. Once I had my clothes back in place, I glanced at him and found his eyes were open. He had a funny expression.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
His expression changed instantly, and he plastered on a pleasant smile. “Better than okay.” He pulled his pants up, and he crossed the space to me. He took me in his arms, and his kiss was gentle, almost tender. When he lifted his head, his eyes were blue and enigmatic. “You’re such a surprise to me.”
