Page 21 of Rocked By the Alpha
Oh yeah, he’s going to make her come, right here.
He loves making her come, watching her fall apart and knowing he alone is responsible.
She whimpers as he wriggles the tips of his fingers against the spot, the heel of his hand brushing against her clit. “Stop,” she mutters with no real conviction, “this dress is silk, it’s going to get ruined.”
“This dress was designed with the intention of getting you fucking ruined. Once, I’ve made you come, baby, I’m taking you home and I’m ripping this dress from your body and fucking you until you’re screaming my name, and coming around my cock.”
“Fuck me now!” She grinds against his hand.
“No!” A little growl plays out in her throat and her legs start to shake. “There it is, so close, so needy for me. Come for me, Omega, and then you’re coming back to my place.”
“Y—y—y—yes,” she moans.
Yes? Is she agreeing? Did she just agree to come to his place?
She’s never been to his house. When they’ve hooked up, it’s always been some place random or her place. She’s never agreed to come stay at his before.
The blood rushes to his cock and it jerks with excitement. He thinks of how good his house will smell filled with her scent, about every piece of furniture he’d like to bend her over.
He works her harder with his fingers and his palm, and, without warning, sucks her gland hard into his mouth.
She screams, her body stiffening and then she comes, her orgasm exploding on his tongue and her cunt sucking greedily at his fingers as she spasms and moans.
“Tell me no one makes you come as good as I do.”
“No … one,” she groans, and he coaxes another orgasms from her cunt giving her no time to descend back to earth. Her grip tightens on his shirt and she clings to him as she rides more waves of pleasure.
Finally, when she collapses against him, a limp pile of bones, he nuzzles her neck, peppering her throat with light kisses.
“Alright, Omega?”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs.
He withdraws his fingers slowly from her and she squeals quietly as if she’s sad to see them go. Then he licks them clean. She tastes even better there, her slick on his tongue makes it difficult to maintain control. He needs to bury his face between her thighs as quickly as possible.
“Let’s go then,” he orders, taking a hold of her arm.
She swings back her head and looks up at him, her eyes still black with desire. “We can’t leave together.”
“Why not?” he growls, his heart sinking.
“Because there’s half the world’s paparazzi waiting outside. I don’t want my business all over the internet tomorrow.”
“You don’t think we’re going to be viral anyway with that stunt your band pulled?”
“That’s different. I saw what happened to your band mate and his Omega last year. I don’t want my mom reading about my hook ups on the internet.”
“Is it your mom you’re worried about or Natasha?”
“Both!” Her hands rub across his chest in a soothing manner. “I don’t want everyone knowing about my dirty business, okay? I don’t want my band knowing about this.”
“Fine.” He doesn’t want to let her go. He can’t trust she’ll definitely turn up. Now she’s had her fill, maybe she’s done with him for the night. But getting up tight will only push her away. He needs to play it cool. He drops her arm. “You know where I live?”
She shakes her head and he grins.
“You never looked me up? Never checked out my pad? You expect me to believe that?”
“I have better things to do than spy on you, Alpha,” she says pointedly, and he chuckles.
