Page 137 of Not Looking
Words were hard… too hard.
I moaned.
“Shall we head to the bedroom?”
That sounded like an amazing idea. I wrapped my hand around his wrist and started toward the stairs.
He chuckled as he followed. “I think I like this side of you.”
Then we were in the bedroom, and I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
Craig pulled me into his arms while I was struggling with my jeans and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Sit on the bed, omega-mine. I’ll help.”
I sat, and my alpha had my pants off almost immediately.
I scooted back as Craig shimmied out of his own clothes. Then he crawled across the bed and partially covered me, taking my hard cock in hand even as his lips claimed mine.
I bucked into his touch and wrapped my arms around his neck, every nerve lighting up at the promise of an alpha for my heat. I fucked into his grasp, unable to hold back at all.
Normally, I was a fan of how Craig took his time with me, making love rather than fucking, but my heat had slammed into me, and the only thing that would put out the inferno was his cock pulsing inside.
“Alpha…” I begged, breaking the kiss.
He seemed to understand as he shifted. He kissed down my jaw and nibbled along my collarbone. He sucked a hardened nipple between his lips and grazed it lightly with his teeth.
I cried out at how good it felt, and his answering chuckle against the sensitive bud made my toes curl.
He spent a minute—maybe two—lavishing attention on my nipples, sending my nerves into overdrive. Then he continued down, dropping kisses along my chest, stomach, and into the patch of hair that was at the base of my cock.
“You smell so good, Randy,” he growled. “So good I need a taste.”
I nearly leapt off the bed as his tongue flicked across the head of my cock.
His growl deepened. “Delicious.”
He sucked me between his lips, and I almost screamed in pleasure as I was enveloped by the wet heat of his mouth. There was no stopping my hips as I started fucking into it.
Rather than trying to control the speed or depth, my alpha seemed to encourage it. He growled as I slid between his lips, and swallowed when I hit the back of his throat. His fingers danced along my inner thigh until he could massage my entrance.
It was both too much and not enough. I wanted—needed—more. My fingernails scratched the blankets as I gripped them, forcing myself to hold back.
He pushed a finger inside, and it was enough to send me over the edge. “Alpha… alpha…” I chanted as my cock pulsed and he swallowed my cum.
One finger became two while I was still coming, and the additional stretch where I needed it only made my orgasm roar back to life. I fucked his mouth then rocked back onto his fingers until it felt like my balls were emptied and my nerves started to settle.
Craig growled along my length again, his tongue sliding along it as he licked whatever spend had ended up on me rather down than his throat. His fingers kept working, and—combined with the heat—I could already feel the next wave building.
My alpha’s eyes were dark—nearly black—with lust as he lifted his head from my cock and our gazes met.
I shivered. I’d told him before that I wanted him to make it clear with his cock that I belonged to him, and it seemed he hadn’t forgotten.
His fingers teased around, but didn’t touch my sweet spot—making me squirm with need. Then he removed his hand.
“Over,” he rumbled.
I scrambled to turn onto my stomach. But rather than kneeling between my spread legs, Craig lay between them.
I only had a few seconds to wonder before he parted my asscheeks and drew his tongue across my hole.
