Page 117 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“Okay, fine,” I grumble, heading toward the stairs before they make more jokes about my big package. Though, as Iapproach the nest, where Camille’s scent is the most saturated, that plan doesn’t sound so bad.
I knock on the door to the nest, then crack it open, peeking my head in.
Astrid perks up from where she’s standing by the door to the ensuite bathroom. “Oh! Camille, I think Ambrose needs to talk to you.”
“Uh, yeah. I do. Can I come in?” I call out.
“Of course, silly!” Camille calls back. “You know you don’t need to keep asking me that.”
I open the door, and Astrid gives me a grateful look as I pass her to head into the bathroom, where I find my omega in front of the mirror, applying a deep pink lipstick.
Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she sets the lipstick down, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace like it’s been days rather than minutes since we last saw each other.
“Mmm, hey baby girl,” I murmur, letting my hands surreptitiously slide down to cup her ass.
Her breath hitches at the intimate touch and the pet name. “W-what do you need from me?” she asks as we part, her perfume already rising in the air between us.
“Oh, uh, well…”
Astrid takes pity on me, grimacing down at her phone. “Crap, Jeff is lost. I’m going to go try to figure out where he is and get him the right directions. Unless you need me for anything.”
Camille shakes her head, smiling at her friend. “Nope, I’ll be down in a few. Thanks for helping me figure out what to wear.”
Astrid heads out, closing the door to the nest behind her. As soon as I hear it shut, I back Camille up against the edge ofthe counter, placing my hands on either side of her hips to cage her in.
“We should get down to the—Oh!” Camille gasps as my mouth descends to my bite mark on her shoulder, sucking it in the way I know makes her soaked for me.
“We will, but first, I need your help with something, sweetheart,” I say, pressing closer so she feels my erection against her stomach.
“Ambrose,” she whines, clinging to my arms.
I let out a soft growl and nip at her shoulder.
“Daddy, we shouldn’t,” she protests, even as she arches into my touch, pressing her tits against my chest.
“I can’t help it. You’ve had me hard all day, and I can’t wait any longer. Daddy needs your sweet mouth.”
Camille’s eyes hood as she melts into her role. I step back as she sinks down to her knees, thankful for the plush memory foam mats we got for the tile floor so she doesn’t hurt herself with my selfish request.
Normally I’d never ask her for this knowing she just finished her makeup and we have guests arriving any minute, but fuck, it’s hot. And the way her pupils dilate and her arousal floods our bond makes me think it’s a turn-on for her too.
I fumble with my belt, then tug down my zipper and ease my cock out, holding it in one hand as Camille slides her palms up my thighs.
“That looks uncomfortable, Daddy,” she murmurs, staring at my throbbing dick.
“It is. That’s why I need you to wrap your pretty pink lips around it and give me some relief.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She holds my gaze as I guide the tip between her parted lips, lapping at the head of my cock like it’s her favorite dessert.
“Don’t tease me, baby girl. You know what I like,” I groan,fisting my hands at my sides so I don’t tangle them in her hair and ruin the effort she put into styling it.
The vibration of her moan makes my balls tingle, and she sucks me into the hot well of her mouth, taking me a few inches before pulling off, then trying again, going deeper until I reach her throat.
“That’s it. I know you can take more of me,” I rasp, lost to the game and the sensation of her mouth. I should slow this down, because the whole point of it is stalling for time, but damn, her mouth is incredible and her perfume is making me dizzy with lust.
Her hands slide around to grip the backs of my thighs, using that as leverage to sink down further onto my cock, her throat convulsing around my tip and saliva dripping down the length.
“Fuck, good girl.”Despite my efforts moments ago, my hand is in her hair, stroking her, petting her, guiding her as she works my cock with her perfect mouth. I’ll help her redo it afterward. That’ll give more time for everyone to arrive and prepare. Really, it’s good that I’m mussing her up.
