Page 120 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Don’t laugh at me.” Her breath brushes over me, and I flex my ass to make my shaft move toward her mouth. She gasps and grabs it. Her soft fingers close around me.
I make a noise, and she eases her grip, shooting me an apologetic look.
“Sorry,” she says so close to the head of my cock.
“It’s okay.” I reach for her cheek and rub my hand over it. “You didn’t hurt me, only surprised me.”
Precum beads at the head, and I swear her eyes sparkle with desire. She flicks her tongue over the tip, lapping up the cum. I run my thumb over her cheek again as she places her lips around me and swirls her tongue.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes find mine, and I die. Those pretty blues hold my gaze as she slides her mouth down me and hollows her cheeks like the video showed. The inside of her mouth is soft and warm, and when she makes a small noise, the vibration makes me want to grab her hair and help her. Since I can’t do that, I settle for cupping her jaw and watching her figure out what to do.
She goes a little too far and gags, throat constricting around my length and I stop breathing. Her eyebrows pinch with concentration, and she does it again, pushing until she can’t take me and her body reacts.
“Lucky bastard,” Asher mumbles, but I don’t think Whitney heard him.
“Fucking perfect, Whit. You’re sucking my cock so good.”
Her lips pull back into a smile, and she redoubles her effort, finding her stride and making me forget everything but the way her lips feel around me. Pressure builds and my cock pulses.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, trying to move her off of me, but her hands come down on my hips and she starts to bob her head faster, cheeks pulled in tight while she finishes me and my seed spills into her mouth. She swallows like a seasoned pro, but her eyes fill with moisture, letting me know the experience was a little overwhelming.
She pulls off of me with a pop and wipes the edges of her mouth. “Was it okay?”
“You asked Avi the same thing.” Hayden laughs a little, and she scowls.
“Sorry,” he says, waving his hand. “You finished him in under five minutes, trouble. That was a damn good blow job.”
Her answering grin has me carefully pulling her into my lap and kissing her. My cum left a salty aftertaste, but it doesn’t ruin the moment, if anything, it only makes me more determined to make her feel good too.
“Come with me to the bedroom?”
“Okay,” she breathes into my mouth.
I stand and carry her to the bedroom I’ve claimed, leaving the guys to fend for themselves. They’ve all had pieces of her. Tonight she’s mine. I set her on the bed and step back, pulling my shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. Her lips are a little swollen, bright pink from sucking me off.
“I bought you something.”
“Another present?” she asks, sitting and crossing her legs on the bed.
“Well, it’s for both of us.” I open the closet and grab the black gift bag. Inside is the highest rated vibrator with a wide clit teaser. The lady at the shop guaranteed Whitney would love it, but as I place the bag in front of her, a swell of worry fills me.
What if she hates it?
“Is it fuzzy handcuffs?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I have real handcuffs, if that’s what you want.”
“Maybe another time,” she says, pulling the black tissue paper out of the bag. She stares at the package for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Take it out,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. I’m completely naked, but I don’t really give a shit.
“You bought me a vibrator?” She holds it up and stares at it with confusion lining her face.
I take it from her, opening the package and taking out the pink device. I washed it earlier with soap and water. It’s ready to be used.
“I bought us a vibrator,” I correct. I let my gaze trace over her body and click the on button. The machine is quiet, but with the silence between us it may as well be a damn jack hammer. I turn it off.
