Page 31 of The Mating Game
“Jesus. You smell…” His nose skirts along the length of my neck, his shuddering breath washing my skin, warming it. “Ripe.”
I don’t even know if that’s good, but he says it like it is, and my entire body quivers with the praise. Just fucking absorbs it like a sponge and then asks for more. My back arches slightly as I squirm, and I can feel him hard and insistent against my ass.
God, Iwantthat.
“Hunter,” I mewl. “Please.”
“Hand in your panties, Tess,” he commands, clearing his throat as he tugs his face from my neck. “You’ll need to touch yourself.”
I shove my hand into my pants so fast I could be in a professional competition to get there first—my modesty apparently a thing of the past—hissing between my teeth when my fingers meet my wet, oversensitized flesh. I let out a shaky breath of relief when my fingers slide into my slick folds, the relief immediate.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Feels better?”
I nod jerkily. “Uh-huh.”
“Mm. Good.”
I’m already moving to shrug out of my sweatpants when he stops me, holding me tighter.
“Uh-uh,” he says. “That isn’t what this is. I’m trying to be thegood guy here.” I feel the ghost of his lips against my throat, can practicallyfeelhim murmuring, “So don’t tempt me, Tess.”
“Please,” I whimper, barely even knowing what I’m asking for.
“You’re going to make yourself come,” he tells me. “That’s all that’s going to happen here. I don’t want you to stop until you soak those little fingers. Can you do that?”
I suck in a breath. “Y-yes,” I manage. “I can do that.”
“That’s a good girl,” he breathes, then his grip on me tightens, like he’s realizing what he’s said.
What iswrongwith me that those words have me seconds from combusting?
I circle my fingertips around my throbbing clit, hyperaware of the weight of his arms under my breasts, the scratch of his beard on my neck, the press of his hard cock against my lower back.
I want fuckingallof it.
“Don’t stop,” he says through gritted teeth. “Keep touching yourself.”
I nod as I resume my pace, every swipe of my fingers making my thighs clench and my skin feel just a little tighter. My head lolls back against his shoulder, and from the corner of my eye, I can almost make out the darkness of his hair, his face turned to mine as if watching me. I feel the gentle press of his lips skirting along my jaw, and I work my hand faster, chasing that promise of release, trusting Hunter that it will make everything better.
I grunt in frustration when I can’t seem to get there fast enough, and Hunter’s answering hum comes from deep inside his chest, his voice sounding raspy and somehowmorethan usual.
“I know it’s not quite enough,” he says. “You need a knot. Don’t you?”
I don’t even know what that is, but I feel myself nodding.
Is that what I need? Would that make the ache go away?
I tease myself harder, my body arching into my own touch as Hunter’s voice in my ear takes me to new heights.
“You’ll just have to make do,” he goes on. He breathes in deep. “Fuck, Tess. I can smell you. I can smell how fucking wet you are. What are you doing to me?”
I have no idea how to answer that, too lost to the sensations of my impending orgasm and his deliciously deep voice.
“That’s it,” he groans. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to make yourself come.Now, omega.”
“Fuck.”
I shudder and shake as my orgasm hits me, teasing myself relentlessly through it as wave after wave washes over me. I can hear Hunter talking through it, muttered praises ofGood girlandPretty little thingtouching my senses from what seems like far, far away. My entire body feels like one frayed nerve, my system seeming to be in overdrive.
