Page 119 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
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TREV
I beat Asher and Hayden. It helps that I made it to the shower first thanks to a carefully placed elbow. My cock is painfully hard as I slip on a pair of joggers and a T-shirt. Never in a hundred years would I have thought Whitney would seriously be up for this. Avi is sitting by her on the couch, and I snag the other spot next to her. Small frames of various videos are lined up across the screen.
PassionMovies.
Not the site I’ve used in the past, but the little snippet shows plenty of flesh, and hey, porn is porn.
I clear my throat. “Find anything interesting?”
“Yeah,” Whitney says, voice a little strained. She’s nervous.
“It’s not too late to shut it off,” I say quickly.
“I’m not afraid.” She bristles next to me, and I fight the urge to sigh. She’s always so prickly with me, but I suspect that’s how we’ll always be. Besides, I kind of like the way her chocolate scent sparks with a flare of cinnamon meant just for me.
I love cinnamon.
“What’d I miss?” Asher comes into the room with his arms over his head to pull his shirt on.
Avi snickers. “We weren’t going to start without you.”
“Shut up,” Asher says, eyeing the couch. “Guess I’ll take the floor.” He parks himself between Whitney’s legs and lays his head back on the cushion, grinning at her. “My new favorite place.”
The flush that crawls up her neck is cute, but it’s her scent that has us all moaning. Hayden comes in and sits in the chair, shooting us all a haughty look. Whitney glances around for a way to make room. I pat my leg. She levels me with a tiny glare.
“It’s the only way he’ll fit.”
“That’s what she said,” Asher mutters. His head is tipped to the side as he studies the various selections, and I don’t even know if he realized what he’s said or if it’s a natural response he’s unconscious of.
“Fine.” She scoots onto my lap, resting her back against the arm of the couch. “Is this okay?”
I grimace when my cock tries to slap her ass in hello. “It’s fine,” I reassure her.
Once Hayden is on the couch, she starts flicking through the options. The search bar at the top reads good blow job. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at it. She may be aroused, but she’s still nervous. Hell, I’m anxious too. I’ve never watched porn with a woman.
Would it be bad manners to jack off with her in my lap?
Maybe she’d like it… no. I shake my head. That’s crazy. I’ll have to wait until we’re done and sneak off to the bathroom to stroke one out, something I’ve been doing too much as of late.
“This one,” she says to herself and hits the play button.
Unlike porn I’ve watched, the beginning is more like a movie. A young woman in college is studying in the library and some hot dude sits down at the end of the same table. They have a small spat where she’s fuming and he’s smirking like a damn bastard. A few days pass with the same sort of scenario, but every time he moves a little closer. Sometimes he compliments her, other times she can’t stop staring. Then things get steamy. They’re in the library late at night with no one else around. The chick snaps at him and he says, “I have something better for you to do with that mouth,” and then she drops to her knees.
Whitney leans forward, palms resting on my thighs as she watches the woman stroke her tongue up the length of the dick—which is honestly the biggest thing I’ve ever seen, but I digress. Chocolate and raspberry fill the air so thick I can’t make out my own scent, but I know I’m sending off alpha pheromones. It’s impossible not to be turned on when she slips that dick into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks.
“Oh,” Whitney says like she’s discovered the answer to an impossible problem.
I move my legs to ease some of the discomfort, but Whitney’s ass drops onto my dick, and I freeze. Her nails dig into my sweats, and she shifts, accidentally rocking against me. I bite my cheek and drop my head back, praying for restraint. She moves again, this time it’s obvious it’s intentional, and I lose a little control.
“Do you want to practice?” I ask while the porn continues to play in the background, the guy’s moans and grunts filling the air. The woman uses her hand with her mouth, nostrils flaring while she breathes through her nose while she works.
Whitney looks at me over her shoulder, eyes hooded as she licks her lips. “Maybe,” she whispers.
I lean into her space and kiss the edge of her mouth. “On your knees, Whit.”
Instead of fighting, she turns and slides down between my legs. I lift my hips and shimmy my pants off, ignoring the envious looks from the rest of the pack. She stares at my dick with wide eyes, and I feel a swell of pride when she traces one finger over my length.
