Page 64 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
“Promised her what?”
“That I’d be a good boy and keep my hands to myself.”
“Why on earth did you promise that?” I ask with a pout.
“Because this is complicated, unprofessional, and I signed a damned contract.”
“It wasn’treallya contract,” I murmur as he licks a stripe up my throat. “It wasn’t legally binding, more a guide, a series of suggestions. And not very good ones at that.”
“So I can break the rules on the contract then?” he says, his hands sliding under the blanket on my lap and finding the soft skin of my stomach, his fingers playing at the waistband of my pants.
“Yes please,” I whisper, meeting his eyes and finding them dark with lust.
It sends a shiver right down my spine. If we weren’t on this damn airplane, I’d be climbing straight onto his lap.
“I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste, little Omega. It’s been driving me insane.”
He dips his fingers under the waistband of my panties. “Part your legs for me a little, sweetheart.” I open them and he skims his fingers lower.
“Oh shit,” I mumble as he skims straight over my clit, already throbbing for him in anticipation. He explores further, through my folds and finds my hole.
“So fucking wet,” he croons softly in my ear.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” I admit. “About Saturday night.”
He circles his finger around my entrance, making me quiver, and then sinks his finger inside.
My head hits the headrest as I jolt against the welcome intrusion, biting down hard on my bottom lip when he discovers that spot inside me and it feels so overwhelming my thighs shake around his hand.
“Fuck, Isabella,” he whispers. “Fuck. You know what it’s been doing to me not to be able to touch you like this, not to be able to spread these thighs of yours, to touch you here, to taste you here.” He growls and I capture his mouth with mine to smother the sound, not wanting others to hear us, not wanting him to stop.
He massages me from within, stroking at my spot one moment, then thrusting his fingers in and out of me the next. He rubs the heel of his large hand against my clit and I can’t help but buck my hips, chasing that friction, feeling utterly mad for it; mad and wanton.
I’ve never done anything like this before. In public, with the risk of getting caught. It makes the electricity in my veins spark all the harder and the pressure in my core builds all the stronger.
I moan into his mouth as he kisses me hard, his finger working me with more force. I grind and rotate my hips, riding his hand and he cups the back of my neck with his free hand and pinches that place where he’d bite me, mate me.
I want to beg him to do it. I want to beg him to fuck me. Tears stream down my cheeks, turning our kisses salty and he takes pity on me, using his thumb to circle and flick at my sensitive clit until my pussy’s contracting and convulsing around his fingers. And then I come, my head slamming back against the headrest, my back arching away from the seat. I try my best to keep quiet, but whimpers and moans escape my mouth anyway as I jolt against wave after wave of pleasure.
When it’s over, I collapse into my seat, my pussy still sucking at Hunter’s fingers. I look up at his face and his grinning like a cat who just stole a whole pail of cream.
He withdraws his hand from the blanket and his fingers are sopping with my slick. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, his eyes rolling around in their sockets as he does.
I smile at him, all sleepy and content now, my body warm and sedated.
“It really tastes that good?” I ask him.
“You have no fucking idea, Omega.”
“Are you going to whisk me away to the bathroom and fuck me now?” I whisper, wanting him to scoop me up in his arms and rut me senseless.
“No, Isabella. The first time I fuck you is not going to be in a bathroom.”
I frown at him and he chuckles. “I can be patient.”
I frown harder, because I’m not sure I can be.
He lays back against his seat, that smug look still hovering across his face. He’s so hot, I’m surprised my eyeballs haven’t melted.
