Page 45 of The Alpha Escort Agency
“No,” he squeezes her, “I want to take you back to my place.”
“Oh.” She looks away to the damp pavement, then peeks back at his face. He can see she’s chewing the inside of her cheek the way she does when she's thinking. He holds his breath. Maybe it’s too fast for her. Omegas can be wary about venturing into the home of an Alpha. And he knows he’s been pushing her right from the start. Kissing her, asking her out, getting dirty with her on the phone. “Okay,” she says slowly.
“Okay,” he repeats, ensuring he’s heard the word right. “You’re sure?”
“It’s not like we haven’t slept together before,” she jokes, although there’s a tension, something that seems like nerves, dancing across her features. They both know this is something different. Another step down the road they seem to be taking together, a journey they’ve fallen into, found themselves already beginning before either of them seemed to realise they were starting. It’s fast. He senses it’s fast for her too. Despite her warmth and her sense of fun, she is a girl reluctant to dive in. “How can I say no, when you just kissed me like that?” She strokes her hands over his cheeks.
“You want me to kiss you like that again?”
“Yes please, Alpha,” she whispers.
He lowers his chin, meeting her gaze, then draws away. “When we get back to mine.” He smiles, pleased with his joke and the way it makes her pout, then giggle.
On the tube journey home, they stand at the end of the carriage despite the empty seats and she leans against him, her vision fixated on him the entire time. They don’t speak, but the way her eyes keep roaming over him, down his chest, his stomach and his thighs, has the blood in his body heating and he does the same to her, inspecting the neckline of her dress and the dip of her cleavage, allowing his eyes to linger there so that she knows exactly what he’s doing. Then it travels along her collarbone, creeping, examining the way the strap hooks over her shoulder, deciding how he’ll remove it later, hovering at her neck and her lips, knowing how good both taste. He can see the effect he’s having on her, her scent spiking, the surface of her skin flushing, and the green of her iris swamped by her pupils.
When he stares at the shape of her breasts through the stretched material and bares his teeth, she whimpers, and he drags her off the train, up the steps and hurries her around the corner to his road and his house. Her hands are on him now, skating up and down his body, wanting to touch all of him at once, and it takes everything he has to focus on the keyhole and unlock the front door. He pushes them through, slamming it behind them and hitching her up onto him, his mouth on hers, her legs wrapping around his waist, her groin rubbing into his. He carries her up the dark staircase, not bothering with the lights, and into his room, onto his bed.
Scrabbling at her dress, he thrusts his hand up the skirt, wanting to touch her, to know how wet she is. Her underwear is some tiny lacy thing, and he grasps the cheek of her arse in his hand and squeezes the flesh between his fingers.
She smells so good, already her scent is filling his room, marking the sheets. It makes his nerves ring; he’d happily roll around in her smell and cover himself in it. He buries his nose in her neck, hunting for her gland, finding it and dragging his teeth over the tissue.
Her whole body convulses and she lets out a silent scream, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. He does it again, and again she jolts, her scent rising even higher.
She lifts her head, pulling away his bowtie and undoing his shirt, sucking along his collarbone with her mouth, around the base of his neck and halting at his gland. Her warm breath flickers over the skin and a shiver runs through his core. Then she nudges at it with the tip of her wet tongue and he judders. She swirls her tongue over the whole of the gland and his eyes roll back in their sockets, he pants, his body still, everything trained on what she’ll do next as she scrabbles upwards, moving around his body until she’s lying along his back and can angle her mouth up with his gland. Feverishly, she brings it into her mouth and sucks at it hard, her small hands resting on his shoulders.
It’s been a long, long time since anyone did this to him. He’d forgotten how truly fucking amazing it feels, as if his very soul is sucked into being by the pull of the other person’s lips. Of her lips. Her soft, perfect lips caressing the tissue, and it responds to her attentions, throbbing against her tongue as she laps at him.
“You taste ….” She sighs.
“So do you.” He flips around.
“Hi,” she says as his face stops right before hers.
The room is dark, but the light from the street lamp filters through the window and illuminates her faintly in gold. The thin strap of her dress has fallen down her shoulder and he reaches behind her back and wiggles down the zip. She hunches her shoulders forward and the dress falls away. There’s no bra, and for a moment he allows himself to just look at the perfect shape of her breasts and the hard little nubs of her dark nipples. Then he traces his thumb around and around the perfect circle, until the velvet skin is a crisscross of creases and she’s wriggling on the bed beside him, trying to pull off her dress.
“All the things I’d like to do to you,” he murmurs, flicking his thumbnail against the peak of her nipple.
“I think you’ve done most of them already,'' she says, as she shimmies the dress over her hips and it falls away to the floor.
He shakes his head. “No, I haven’t.”
He continues the slow tease of her tits and she makes her way down his shirt front, undoing each of the buttons as she does. When she reaches the waist of his trousers, she unbuckles his belt and slides down the fly and the front of his boxers. His stiff cock springs up and her fingers ghost up his shaft to the swollen head.
Growling, he takes her hand and grips it against his erection, showing her how firmly he wants to be held, how roughly he wants to be treated. She responds, rubbing her hand up and down him, twisting when she reaches his tip and then her mouth is there too, the soft curls of her hair falling across his stomach as she licks around his head and follows the thick vein that runs his length. He’s about to protest, to push her away, but then she takes him into her mouth and any other thought vanishes. Closing his eyes, he lets her take control of him, forcing his hips still and allowing her to let the suck of her cheeks, the glide of her lips, transport him away.
Her scent seems to swallow him up, along with her mouth, and his cock starts to twitch on her tongue as she takes him right to the back of her mouth, working her head faster and harder, until his thighs are shaking and his stomach tensing. He needs to pull out. He grips her head, tries to push her away, but she holds him fast and the sensation of her clamping onto him like that tips him over the edge. He comes into her mouth, then arches up to see, unable to resist the sight of his spunk dribbling down her chin and gushing down her throat.
She rocks back, and his dick slips from her mouth with a wet pop. He tugs off his shirt and she wipes it over her face.
“Sorry,” he grunts, feeling like a thirteen-year-old who’s just come in his pants.
She lies back on the bed. “I think I should be sorry. Those suit trousers are ruined.”
He glances down to his lap. There’s a dark stain forming on his crotch.
“I don’t give a shit.” He pulls them off and then drags her up into the bed with him, making his way down her body and between her thighs. The thought of being able to taste her there again has his mouth watering, and he plunges his tongue straight up into her cunt, wanting to bathe his taste buds in as much of her as he can. Then slowly he withdraws and drags his mouth through the swollen folds of her lips to their apex and her clit.
In his job, he’s learnt how to understand what a woman likes. The particular action, the amount of pressure, whether to mix it up or keep it constant. No woman is the same. Their anatomy is always a smidgen different, their taste distinct, the way their body responds unique.
