Page 114 of Sugar Rush
“Yes,” he answered instantly, his hips flexing once, raising up off the bed a bit. “Oh,fuck, Jordy. You’re so fucking hot.”
“You don’t know how hard it’s been, teasing you and rubbing all over you with this thing in me,” I admitted, blinking my lashes at him and pouting just a little bit. “Knowing I could pull it out whenever, and I’d already be wet and stretched and ready to take your cock.”
He groaned lightly, tugging against his restraints again, hard enough this time for my headboard to shift and smack back against the wall.
“Untie me,” he ordered, panting already. A fresh, fat bead of shiny precum formed on his head, ready to drip down his thick shaft.
Biting down into my lower lip, I felt a smug smirk carve itself across my face.
“I would,” I told him sweetly. “Because I’m really,reallyready for you,” I added, gripping the base of the plug and tugging at it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body so I whimpered. His eyes were glued to it, watching my every move. “But I can’t untie you until you tell me the truth about my omega scent.”
A fascinating flush of color washed over his cheeks, and I could feel embarrassment radiating from him.
“Come on, Jordy,” he whined. “Why does it matter? It’s not like you can smell it, anyway.”
I supposed his discomfort and unwillingness to discuss it stemmed from how he’d been able to scent me for so long, but being forced to hide it from me and everyone else. But if there was anything I’d learned to be good at, it was coaxing Kieran out of his self-imposed prison of embarrassment.
“You don’t want me to untie you?” I wondered, letting my head fall back toward my shoulder blades as I moved the plug around. Tiny, shallow thrusts that were more frustrating than fulfilling, but I knew I had to put on a show for him.
“Jordy!” He snapped, the authoritative edge to his voice snapping me to attention and sending a shiver up my spine. Unfortunately for him, although the submissive omega gene inside me loved obeying and pleasing my alpha, it also loved tormenting him. But I also knew when he needed to be soothed and persuaded.
Sitting up and straddling him again, I stroked my fingers over his wrists, pushing the silk ties around a bit as he flexed against them.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I reminded him softly, gliding my hands up his heaving chest to cup his jaw on either side. “I just want to know because it’s part of our bond.” Leaning in to press my lips under his ear, I went on. “Ilovewhat my scent does to you.”
He let out another little whine, tossing his head once as he struggled. He was losing it, his skin starting to slick over with a fine sheen of sweat. Holding his shaft in place so I could slide my own stiff cock against it, I let out a series of delicate little whimpers. His breath rushed out again, hard, as his whole body arched toward me, his cock pushing up through my fingers.
“Do you think if I edge you long enough and get you to come hard enough, I could make you knot without being inside me?” I asked, and had to choke back a laugh at his mortified expression.
“Don’t!” He snapped, but the heat was diminished by the way his voice cracked on the way out.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let your knot go to waste like that,” I cooed, rubbing my fingers over his cockhead one more time before nuzzling his neck again. The extreme tension that had overtaken him at my teasing statement ebbed out, and he relaxed a little. “All you have to do is tell me, and then I’ll untie you. You can pull this plug out, and have my hole all to yourself, as many times as you want.”
He groaned, desperation dripping from the sound in a way that had my ass clenching around the plug in me. Moaning lightly, I hooked my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.
“Please?” I begged, one final, simple attempt. “For me, Kieran?”
I knew the instant he gave up. But instead of gloating and tormenting him more, I waited patiently for him to form the words in his own way as I pressed quick little kisses along the line of his neck.
“Okay,” he finally said. “If you really want to know that bad… Candy,” he breathed it out so it rushed out over my ear. “You smell like candy.”
Candy? I wanted to laugh and tell him to stop joking around, but he wasn’t exactly in a joking mood to begin with. And it was a little harder to focus on the intuition granted to me by our bond while I was so turned on, but I didn’t think he was lying.
“Candy?” I echoed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and even a tiny bit embarrassed by the knowledge. Maybe that was why he hadn’t wanted to tell me, because he knew how strange it was to go around reeking of processed, artificial sugars. “Ah, really? And you like that?” I asked, a little meekly, as my cheeks heated up.
He gave me an incredulous look. “Yes! Of course I like it. Iloveit,” he clarified. “You smell so fucking sweet and so sexy. It makes my mouth water every time you walk in a room. I want to breathe you in all the damn time, and you’re all I think about when I’m away from you.”
The conviction in his voice was strong and passionate, and I knew he was being completely honest.
“And it’s not… Weird?” I pressed, though his declaration had already soothed the worst of my worries. “Smelling candy all the time?”
“No,” he insisted, like he couldn’t live with the idea that I might feel insecure about my scent. “It’s not exactly what you think. It’s hard to explain. It’s candy, but… It’syou,” he insisted. “You have the most gorgeous, perfect scent in the fucking world and I could never confuse it for anything else. I’mobsessedwith the way you smell, Jordy. You have to understand that.”
And then suddenly quite a few things he’d said to me, primarily times when he’d called me sweet, started to make sense.
Considering it, I decided I didn’t hate the idea, especially because now that he was more open with me, it was obvious that he absolutely fucking loved my scent. I wanted to know more, but I’d press him on it when he was a little less desperate to blow his load. For now, I’d just be a good little omega and let him do whatever he liked to me, as a reward for finally cooperating.
“Untie me,” he pleaded, pulling at his ties so hard now that my headboard creaked and shifted. Moving quickly, I started to undo the simple knots I’d confined him with. “Thank you,” he panted, hips flexing and bucking like they were out of his control as I finished pulling the restraints away. “Thank you so fucking much, Angel.”
