Page 48 of In Deep
“Is this your college work?”
“Aye” he tells me. “Some of it, some is just stuff I’m fiddling with.”
I turn my head to smile at him and catch sight of the shelves running along the walls and across the top of the fireplace. Carefully positioned on top sit models – the kind you painstakingly build and paint yourself.
“Oh my god.” I stroll up to him and fling my arms around his neck. “I think you’re an even bigger geek than I am. Do you build all those yourself?”
“Aye. It helps relax me.”
“You find it hard to relax?”
“It’s an alpha thing.” He shrugs one shoulder, his hands coming to rest on my arse. “All this pent-up energy, burning away at you the whole time.” He squeezes my cheeks in his palms. “You know what else helps with that, wee yin?”
“I think I can guess.”
“I want my bed smelling like you,” he tells me. “I want you coming all over my sheets.”
I nod my head slowly, pretending to consider his request. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”
“Aye, you can,” he says, sliding the robe off my shoulders. His hands return immediately to my arse, and he kneads at it as he sweeps his tongue down my throat.
“You’re an arse guy,” I say.
His head snaps up. “What does that mean?” My cheeks redden.
“I mean, some guys like tits, some like legs and some like butts.”
“You have a very ripe, very squeezable arse, Omega.” And he gives it a fierce pinch to show me what he means.
“I’m pretty partial to an arse myself,” I say, reaching down, untying the towel and groping his arse cheeks. They’re much firmer than my own, lined with muscle.
I guess I’m becoming more confident with these alphas. More willing to take the lead. To show them what I want.
“Yours is far superior,” he tells me firmly. “Sometimes I want to take a giant bite out of your bloody bottom. The way it jiggles with just the perfect amount of wobble.”
“OK,” I say, meeting those ocean eyes.
His eyebrow twitches. He stares at me. “OK what?” he asks slowly.
“You can bite my arse,” I tell him innocently.
He groans and runs a hand over his shorn head. “Don’t tease me like that, wee yin.”
“I’m not teasing. I’m serious.” I think of that stray thumb against my ring the night before. Of how unexpectedly good that had felt. How I want to know if other stuff would feel just as good.
In a moment, he has me face down and bent over the side of the bed, and he is kneeling between my open legs. He glides the back of his fingers up and down my legs, and slick trickles onto my thighs. Leaning in, he licks it away with his tongue and his hands reach my rump, kneading and massaging. I lean into his touch. It feels good, but it’s not where I want it. Everything between my legs pulses, and that’s where I need his fingers and his mouth.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, his thumb strays to my clit and fondles it. I moan, undulating my hips to increase the pressure of his touch, and without warning he nips at my cheek.
I squeal, jerking away, his thumb gliding against my wet clit as I do. Electricity sparks through my body and I come as he continues to circle my nub.
Gently, he presses a kiss to the spot he just bit. “OK?” he asks, rubbing his stubbled cheek over my backside. Then he kisses the base of my spine, his chin nudging between my cheeks. I gasp at how intimate that feels.
He kisses a little lower, his thumb continuing to flick against my clit, keeping me in a state of heightened sensation.
“Want me to go lower?” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
This wasn’t what I had in mind, but now I’m curious. I want him lower.
