Page 95 of In Doubt
“I know, my little Geek, but if you let me take the time to do this properly, it’s going to be a lot better. I promise you.”
“You have a lot of experience with women then?” she says with another pout.
I’m not answering that.
“Knowledge doesn’t always have to be gained first hand.”
I continue to tease her, and she tenses every time I stray close to entering her. I continue this torture, flicking against her clit with the pad of my thumb. She’s so soft down here and so warm. Like a home should be. Like an omega should be.
I can tell my actions are working without having to open my eyes. She swallows more desperate sighs and her legs tremble so hard the bed rocks.
“Alpha,” she begs.
And it’s the invitation I need to slide two fingers inside her. Higher and higher until I hit that point inside her that makes her gasp so loud, I blink open my eyes. Bingo. It’s swollen like the rest of her, all ready for my attention.
“Have you ever gushed, little Geek?”
She shakes her head as she bites down hard on her lip, the flesh turning purple with the pressure.
I stroke at it. There are benefits to being a straight talker. People talk straight back to you. Women will open up and tell you exactly what they want. And I’m a good listener. I’ve paid attention. This is where so many men go wrong. Those with the skills to actually find this point, probe at it like a fucking burger on a barbecue. That’s not what a woman needs. The action is gentler, varying between caressing strokes and some good old fashioned jiggling.
Yeah, that has her sucking in air so hard, her chest expands and she arches right off the bed.
“Oh God …” she mutters, “I can’t … it’s too … much …. Too … good.”
“You want me to stop?” I tease, pausing my movements.
Her hands clamp violently around my wrist as she wails out a pained, “No!!”
Immediately I resume the stimulation she needs, but that pause has heightened everything for her. And she screams, her cunt pulsing around my fingers, and liquid gushing from her.
I don’t stop, continuing to pleasure her right through her orgasm as I bend down to lap up the sweet liquid all over her thighs and the bed sheets.
“Fuck!” she mutters when I’ve wrung two more orgasms and another gush of liquid from her body. “Fuck, you weren’t lying.”
“I told you I’m not a bullshitter.” What I am is hard, so hard it’s becoming painful. I want to fuck her now. Fuck her, seed her, knot her. I’m the only one who hasn’t.
But as I gaze down at her flushed face, her eyes all dazed with pleasure, her eyelids falling closed, what I want to do more is kiss her. To claim that deeper connection with her. I may be a straight talker but it doesn’t mean I’m any good at explaining how I feel. A kiss would though. In a kiss I can show her better than any words how grateful I am to be here with her, to be seen by her. And her kiss in return will tell me if all this is real. If she feels anything for me at all.
It’s too late though, she’s falling asleep. Gently, I pull the sheet around her, plumping up the pillow around her face and lie out alongside her.
I stroke her soft cheek, intrigued by the way her dark eyelashes fan across the brow.
I guess I’m going to have to wait that bit longer.
I fish my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my messages.
* * *
One moment I’m floating in bliss, in her sleep the omega has curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, my arm wrapped around her body.
The next a blood-curdling scream hollers from her lips and she struggles in my arms.
“Omega?” I say, as Jake sprints into the room three seconds later, his eyes full of alarm.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know!” I say, trying to soothe the distraught omega.
