At my irritated comment, he pulled his hands away, putting them behind his head and lounging back in his chair. It took away all of the coercion, but all of the pleasure too. I was just left there, feeling like an idiot, sitting on his knee like a good little girl.
I had words, thoughts, feelings, all rushing up, ready to be expressed, but as I stared into his eyes, he just waited me out, perfectly implacable.
“This isn’t what I need,” I ground out finally.
“I’ve got exactly what you need, little beta,” he said, reaching up and taking my hand before pressing it into the truly impressive lump in his jeans. Dear god, he was massive. He closed my fingers around as much of his girth as I could in the restrictive pants and I felt his cock jump in response. “I’ll give you all of it, every single inch, including the knot that you need, but first things first.”
“This isn’t foreplay,” I shot back. “I’m not some teenager dry humping in the back of the car.”
Reed moved fast then, flipping up the hem of my shirt and finding the waistband of my pants before shoving his hands down the front. I gasped as I felt those thick, blunt digits swipe through my folds, giving my clit a quick flick, but not enough, when he withdrew just as quickly. He held his fingers out, so I could see my clear slick dripping, forming a spider’s web when he separated them out. He pushed them into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering slightly as he licked them clean. Then he settled back into his chair, his lips shining as he stared up at me.
“Come like one,” he ordered. “Use my body to give yourself a shitty teenage orgasm. Crush your clit against my thigh. Soak your pants and my jeans with your slick. Do that and everything else will be so much better, I promise. I’m your alpha for tonight, so it’s on me to provide for you, but if I’m to do that, you have to give me your trust, just this once.”
“Just for tonight?” I asked in a breathy little voice, the echo of it hitting hard in a way he’d never understand.
“Just for tonight,” he agreed.
My back arched when his hands went to my hips again, unerringly finding the angle that would get me off, then applying pressure. Slowly, surely, I became more and more aware of that sensitive bud.
“I need…” I gasped, my core clenching, fluttering at the feeling, reminding me insistently that there was more, so much more pleasure to be had.
“Yes.”
“I need…” I moved now, in small little pulses, his hands dragging me back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster now.
“That’s it, beta,” he said. “I can feel you now. Hot and sweet and wet for me and only me. You’re getting close.”
How the hell could that be true? And yet it was. My body felt like it was on a hair trigger, the rhythmic shifts of our bodies like two flints struck together. Sparks were flying, but they did so inside me. Each time I shifted forward, they exploded and each time I moved backwards, they faded away. But I needed to catch alight. My hands went to his shoulders, unable to span the thick muscle there, my breath fanning over his face as I leant into him, his mouth following mine.
“Give it to me,” he growled, that sound making my spine prickle. “Give me your pleasure, beta.”
He was right, this was an eminently unsatisfactory way to come. I felt empty as my cunt clenched frantically, the bruising my clit was taking feeling like a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain right as the orgasm hit. I sobbed out my cries, my face screwing up in frustration as the tremors wracked my body.
“That fucking sucked,” I snapped, actual tears forming in my eyes. I felt like I’d walked in here wound up so tight and somehow now I was ratcheted even tighter. I’d gotten none of the blissful release I was chasing.
“I know, but now you have a yardstick to measure this by,” he said, scooping me up and pulling my shirt up over my head, then unsnapping my bra, leaving it to hang off my shoulders as he yanked down my pants. “I need you to turn around and grab the arms of the chair now, bent over at the waist.”
“And why should I do that?” I asked.
“Because I’m about to get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness,” he said, running his hand down the conspicuous wet spot on his jeans before pulling his shirt up and off over his head. “Well, I’ll be using my mouth, but I’m not sure how many words will come out.”
His smile then, small and feline, was what had me turning away and doing as he said. That smile promised so much and, damn him, he better deliver. I was going to walk out and find one of my regulars if he wanted to play anymore bullshit games.
I heard the rustle of his clothes, then jumped at the snap of his belt, something that made him chuckle.
“I won’t be using that, not unless you’re a very bad girl.” I heard the faint thud of his knees dropping to the ground, then a stubbly kiss was placed on the crease between my butt and my thigh. “You’re not going to misbehave, are you? I think you’re going to be a good girl for me.” Hands gripped my knees and pushed my thighs wide, air playing over the damp folds he’d just revealed. “A very sticky, very sweet little beta.”
His kisses started at my knees and then worked their way up and I found my entire focus was narrowed down on his progress.
Chapter 17
"Please…”
He chuckled when he heard me breathe the word. Reed was taking an inordinate amount of time getting familiarised with the topography of my legs. Placing kisses on the sensitive spot behind my knee, tracing his lips across the inner thigh and getting higher. His hands slid up slowly, gripping me like iron, keeping me exactly where I was as he moved. But there was something he couldn’t stop me from doing. I arched my back, aware of how that changed the angle of my hips as I lowered my head down. I was there, open and dripping for him, just waiting for him to take a taste.
But he didn’t.
“You trying to rush me?” he asked, his voice feeling like a silken rope, sliding all the way around my body. “Thinking you can bare that sweet little cunt to me and I’ll move things right along?” His words made me jump, sharp like a smack. “Trouble is, you’re fucking right.”