I barely get to process the warning before he pulls his hand from my panties and slides off his desk, divesting me of my underwear. My hand falls out of his boxer briefs in the process, and I lean up to make a mad grab for him again.
Only, the fucker backs up, winking.
“Patience, darling.” He tugs out of his button-down and pulls off his undershirt. His chest, sides, and stomach are equally covered in tattoos that disappear under the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I lick my lips, daydreaming about what it would feel like to trace each inked design with my tongue.
“Why are you so far away?” My clit pulses with need, and my head only gets foggier.
“Fuck,” Moretti growls, shoving the front of his boxer briefs down. He somehow manages to keep his pants hanging low on his pelvis so they don’t fall completely.
I want to see more, but my boobs are in the way. Planting my hands on the desk, I struggle to sit up a bit and end up leaning up on my forearms.
My eyes widen as his cock comes into view. He has a lot of dick, and I start to worry for my vagina’s well-being.
Moretti brings his palm to my mouth. “Lick.”
My head tilts.
I’m obviously hazy.
My brain tries to comprehend what he wants, and I guess I take too long to think about it.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He brings his hand to my sex, shoving two fingers inside me to scoop out my slick. When he brings that hand to his shaft, I finally understand what he wanted.
My face gets warm, but I’m totally blaming that on how sexy Moretti looks lubing his cock with my slick. He steps between my thighs, continuing to work his length while his other hand weaves into my hair.
He pulls my head back until I’m forced to look up at him.
My chest heaves.
The cool air feels incredible on my tight nipples, but I’m kinda wondering if I should warn him that I haven’t done this before.
What if it ruins the moment?
He’s way too hot to be looking at me like that.
I’ll just not react, even if there’s a tinge of discomfort. I’m sure all the finger-fucking has helped.
I’ll be fine.
Moretti dips his head, kissing me as he uses his hold in my hair to guide me where he wants me.
My legs hang off the edge of the desk, and I wrap them around his backside. His crown bumps my clit, sliding down and back up again. It makes me ache to feel him inside me, but I’mnot sure he’ll actually be able to enter me from this angle. Not unless he squats or I hang my entire bottom half off the desk.
“Come on,” I beg between sensual kisses. “Fuck me already.”
An omega’s entire purpose in life is to take alpha cock. That means nature will ensure it’s physically possible to fit that massive thing inside me, even if I have doubts.
He cradles my head in his hand, leaning over me. It forces me to lie flat on the unforgiving wood, making my butt hang over the edge even more.
I was hoping I’d be able to stay somewhat upright to see what’s coming, but I love the way his bare chest feels pressing against mine as he cages me in.
The only thing that could make this moment better is if we were safely at home in the nest. Who the hell knows why my brain picks now to obsess about burrowing and nesting. It’s random, but my instincts are clearly in control.
Moretti bumps my head to the side with his cheek, licking and sucking as his crown swirls from my swollen nub down to my opening and back again. It grounds me in the moment once more.
Anxiety hits me hard, but I close my eyes and give in to the sensations. He nips at my ear and applies firmer pressure to my clit. My tits throb, and my core clenches.
