Page 74 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Her lips split into a goofy grin. “Figured if I wanted to suck on something for a creamy treat, I’d rather it be you than the milkshake.”
A startled laugh at her joke bursts out of me. “Wow, and I thought my lines were corny.”
She giggles along with me, but her fingers move to the fly of my pants. “I knew you’d appreciate it.”
I groan as she eases my length out, my breaths growing ragged at the prospect of having Camille’s mouth on me again. “You sure this is okay?” I ask hoarsely, even as she wraps her fingers around the base.
“More than okay.” She gathers her hair over one shoulder and leans forward to bring her mouth to my straining erection. Her breath fans across my cock as she speaks again. “I’ve missed you, Ambrose. I’ve missed this.” Camille punctuates her words by lapping at the head of my cock, and my head falls back against the couch.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’ve missed you too. Not just because of this, but—” Her mouth wraps around me, sucking me into the warm well of her mouth, and I curse. “God, that’s perfect. You’re always so perfect.”
Camille hums in response to my praise, and my cock throbs, already eager to unload down her throat. I stroke her hair, then gather it up into my loose fist to help keep it out of her face as she sucks me in long, sensual drags of her mouth.
She savors me. There’s no other way to describe the way she’s treating my cock, and it’s so fucking good I barely last a few minutes before I’m on the verge of coming.
“Do you want me to give you your treat now, sweetheart?” I rasp in warning.
Camille pops off of me for a moment to suck in a breath and whisper a soft, “Yes, Daddy,” before sinking down on me again with her eyes locked on mine.
That’s all it takes, all the permission I need before I’m coming, spilling down her throat as she holds herself down on my length, throat working as she kneads my knot to encourage me to give her everything I have.
When she pulls off, she maintains eye contact and licks her lips. “Delicious, thank you.”
“Can I taste you, sweetheart?” My words are ragged, eager to have her pleasure coating my lips, but she shakes her head.
“Later. We should at least try to watch a movie before we spend the whole date fucking.” She moves back beside me on the couch and picks up the TV remote, like she didn’t just suck my soul out through my dick.
“I can stop after I make you come,” I protest. Not that I’d want to, but I have some self-control.
Camille laughs and shakes her head at me again. “Maybe you can, but I don’t trust my omega not to have a heat spike the second you touch me.”
Not one to argue if she says she doesn’t want sex right now, I nod even as my alpha grumbles about not having her slick as an after-dinner treat. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s pick a movie. I’ll try to get at least halfway through before I offer again.”
Camille giggles. “Such a gentleman.”
I take the milkshakes to the freezer, and when I get back, Camille has picked out a movie for us to watch. As we get comfortable on the couch, and I can practically taste her perfume and need in the surrounding air, I realize that waiting is going to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated.
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My palms sweatas I linger in my car, staring at the brick front townhouse while I work up the nerve to go inside. I would’ve texted Ambrose to see if he could sneak outside with my keys, but if Camille happened to see the message, it would make me look like I’m avoiding her. Which, to be fair, I am. Not because I don’t want to see her, but because tonight is Ambrose’s time to be with her.
Who knows what they’re up to in there? Ambrose is keeping his end of the bond closed, so for all I know they could be in the middle of having sex in the living room when I go inside.
My dick perks up a little at the thought, but I shake it away. I’ll go in, say hi, explain that I forgot my keys to the apartment like a supreme dumbass, and then head back out. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if I don’t make it one.
Even after thinking it through, it takes me another five minutes to actually open the car door and get out. Then another minute as I stand outside the front door like an absolute creep, trying to listen for noises indicating that Ambroseand Camille are currently indisposed. When a neighbor walks by and asks if I’m locked out, I take that as my cue to stop being a weirdo and go inside and get it over with.
When I step into the entryway, I make a show of rustling around and bumping into things to warn them that I’m here. There are no immediate gasps of alarm, just the sound of a movie and soft conversation. I approach the living room, needing to go past it to get to where my keys are.
The sight I find when the room comes into view arrests me, my chest constricting. They’re sitting on the couch, Camille’s legs draped across Ambrose’s lap, as they watch some movie on the screen. He stops stroking her leg, fingers gripping the plush flesh of her thigh as they both turn to look at me.
Camille’s eyes widen, and she sits up, yanking her legs off of Ambrose like I caught her doing something scandalous.
I grimace at her reaction. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I didn’t want to storm in and interrupt her respite. We’re slowly building something between us during our lessons to help her resist alpha barks, but the tension is still there.
Ambrose, on the other hand, looks delighted to see me. Sweet, wonderful man.
“Hey, sorry to disrupt you, I forgot the keys to my apartment. They’re in the kitchen, so I’m going to come in real quick and grab them, and then I’ll head back out again. Please ignore me.”
