“Fuck, Alpha. I’m coming,” he moans. I grip his cock harder and watch as his ass clenches around the toy and his cum drips down my fist.
“Good boy,” I tell him. I stop touching his cock, but don’t stop fucking him. He whines and arches away from me, but I don’t let him move as I continue to fuck him. “You’re fucking perfect. Look what a mess you made. Perfect,” I whisper the word again and he moans. “No more comparing yourself, no more needing to punish yourself. You did so good.”
He breathes heavily as I slowly guide the toy out of his ass. He tenses once I’m fully out.
“You. I need to touch you,” he says and I’m about to shake my head no when he pulls my face into his hands and kisses me stupid. I don’t even have a moment as his hand glides down my chest. Unhooking the side of the harness and slides right to my waiting pussy. He hums his approval when he finds me wet and I thrust against his hand as he pushes two fingers inside of me, curling up.
“That’s it,” I encourage him and he groans.
His thumb is strumming my clit as his fingers fuck in and out of me and I know I’m close, but I’m not quite there. “Your mouth,” I tell him. He breaks the kiss immediately and kisses down my chest until his lips are on my clit. “Fuck you’re a sweet obedient thing,” I tell him. He doesn’t respond, just sucks my clit and continues fingering me, like he was built for my pleasure. My Omega here to please his Alpha.
The thought alone is what breaks me and my legs shake as I reach my release. My thighs twitch and my cunt clenches. Cameron smiles and kisses my thigh as he sits up on his knees. I sigh as I push back my sweaty hair from my face.
“Good?” he asks.
I want to scold him for questioning himself, but I smile instead. “So good Omega.”
We plop down on the messy bed and Cameron winces. “Sorry, we can clean this up for bed.”
“This isn’t the main bedroom, and these sheets are water proof. It’s not a big deal.”
He smiles and nods. “That escalated,” he jokes.
“It did. You don’t regret it, do you?” I ask, making sure he is still okay with everything that just happened.
“Not at all,” he says, smiling. I lean over and kiss him gently.
“Let’s get ready for bed,” I say against his lips. He smiles and nods. I look into his eyes and I can see all the frustration and tension from earlier is no longer there.
Chapter 24
Idartlikeabat out of hell in this fancy parking garage. I timed my exit perfectly so that my brother was in the shower when Emmett came to pick me up. It’s definitely not the time for Emmett and him to be meeting. I need more definition in what we all are to each other until I make Emmett suffer through a “you hurt my sister you die” speech. I like Emmett far too much to put him through that right now. If I’m being honest with myself, I more than like Emmett.
Emmett is leaning against his car waiting for me, looking adorable as ever. His black button up has slate martini glasses all over it. I want to eat him up. It’s embarrassing, he just dropped me off yesterday, how can I miss him after just one day?
“Hey, sugar.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pepper his face with kisses. “I take it you had a good time?”
“The best time. I basically have two new best friends and Liv. Remember I told you about her? Well, she’s kinda crazy, but amazing at the same time. She has a million incredible ideas she wants to commission me for. I told her my prices, and she yelled at me! Yelled at me, Emmett, and told me she would pay me triple the price.”
“Do you want me to come say hi?” he asks nervously.
“No, we have a big day ahead of us. Plus, I think my brother has enough on his plate. My new sister-in-law is a fucking international icon.”
“Wait, I thought he was just doing security for her?” he asks while opening my door. He pauses the conversation and rounds the vehicle, getting in the driver’s side.
“No, but they are so fucking in love. It’s embarrassing.” I can’t help the ridiculous squeal that comes out of me when I think about it. “As long as he can refrain from being a complete dumbass, then we should be fine.”
“Here’s to hoping,” he says, putting his sunglasses on and leaving the car park.
“Are you nervous?” I ask him, placing my hand over his thigh, which he takes happily in his own hand.
“A little bit, more excited than anything.”
“You two have been texting a lot?”
“Yeah, you know she grew her pack, too. Maybe she could have some insight for us.” I smile and nod. The traffic getting out of New York is aggressive and it’s the reason I needed someone to drive me. I’m so thankful for Emmett. As I look over at him, the summer sun shining through the windows, it’s clear. I love him. How can someone not? He’s everything you could want in a partner: excitable, open-minded, understanding, and just so joyous. Emmett is mine, and I need him to know that, no matter what, I choose him.
Emmett squeezes my hand. “Everything good?”