Page 69 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
I leaned over him and gasped as our cocks touched, my hands going up over his hard stomach, feeling the wavelets of muscles there, then slowly up to his chest where the pecs, like rock, supported dark, erect nipples.
I lowered my head, my hair brushing his skin, and licked one. Just to taste. Just because it looked so needy.
He gasped and his hips jerked, our cocks bumping against one another.
I lowered my hips so my weight was on him, trapping our cocks between us, and licked again.
“Holland.”
“Let me,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“Stay still while I—“
“I won’t move,” he interrupted breathlessly.
He remained true to his word and allowed me every touch I wanted, every infraction I could think of, but wholly welcomed, consenting.
I ran my hands over his chest and arms.
I licked by his shoulder where the softest flesh of the upper arm ended, tasting only sweetness. I nuzzled his neck, his sides. I circled his bellybutton with my tongue.
I pulled back and let the air instead of my own body surround that beautiful cock. It jutted up tall and strong, thick at the base, rounded and plump at the tip, and too lovely to describe beyond that.
I pushed his thighs apart more and he let me, moving them where I wanted, bending his knees to make it easier. I ran my fingers over his balls and further behind, petting, rubbing at the cleft of his buttocks, the heat there alive and tight.
His hips were lean. I wanted him to lie back and spread further. It was like at the farm when I’d suddenly had no filters, but that was for speech and anger. Now those filters vanished in the light of what I wanted. More of him. More.
I ran my palms, face up, under his ass and kneaded. And spread him.
He’d been making little groans but now he moaned aloud.
I let one forefinger travel to his entrance and push in less than half an inch.
He moaned so loud I thought at first I’d hurt him.
I snatched my hand away. Was this wrong? He was the Alpha. He probably wouldn’t want it.
“Don’t stop.” His voice rang with neediness, a low and unexpected whine.
“You like it? Don’t most Alphas want..?” I stopped, unsure.
“I’m not most Alphas.” He sounded almost drunk. “It’s why I—I don’t use the chattel farms. The Omegas are so rigidly taught.” He expelled a breath as if embarrassed.
I was taught on a farm. But all that went out the window right now as I gave in to what I wanted. How I saw him and the ways I wanted to explore that felt like the real me.
Orion seemed willing to go right along with me.
I put my finger back and dry-entered again. It seemed forced, but he moaned again.
I was inexperienced, but not uneducated. “Is there lube anywhere in this room?”
“Yes,” he said, and I lifted my head to see him start to laugh, his face pained, his eyes almost all the way shut.
His fists punched the bed and he sat up.
“Where?”
