Page 62 of Slick Trip

His mouth followed the line of my stomach until he found my navel piercing.

“This has been driving me mad,” he growled against my skin, his tongue swirling around the metal. Then he moved lower, his lips finding the tip of my cock again, his tongue teasing the slit until my thoughts shattered completely. Jon licked and sucked, taking me so deep that I could feel the hot tightness of his throat. The sensation dragged me under an intense wave of pleasure. I was babbling, my fingers clawing at the sheets just to stay anchored. When his finger slid inside to stretch my aching, slick entrance, I let out a broken sound.

“I’m ready for more,” I panted, clenching around his finger. The double stimulation of his finger and mouth made me lose my composure, and I was worried I was going to erupt without warning—again.

Jon released my cock with a wet sound. “You need to take three fingers before I can fuck you like you deserve to be fucked,” he said, the promise in his words making me moan. “Now, get on all fours and present yourself for me.”

I blushed. Presenting myself to him was almost a desperate urge, but at the same time, it felt embarrassing. Eventually, I did as I was told, flipping over and spreading my cheeks for him.

He groaned. “Fuck, Coop. You should see yourself. You’re perfect. So beautiful.” He slid his finger right back inside, immediately adding a second that made me gasp.

“Stay still for me,” he commanded, and then his fingers hit my heat-swollen sweet spot so perfectly I almost came right then. He noticed, keeping up the relentless pressure until I begged him to stop. I’d waited so long for this, and I wanted to feel him inside me before I came again.

“So much slick,” he murmured approvingly, adding the third finger. “Such a good Omega. Next time, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come. I need you inside me now, please.”

He flipped me easily so I was on my back again, then he tore open the foil and rolled on the condom while I ogled him and his beautiful, thick cock—all flushed and huge. Slick coated my thighs as he placed himself at my entrance. I felt the initial sting when he pushed past my rim, but the stretch quickly melted into more pleasure than pressure. Soon, he filled me completely, just like he’d promised, and I clenched around him, begging him to fuck me harder.

“You’re so tight,” Jon rasped, his breath hitching. “You’re fucking made for me.” Sinking deeper, he crashed his mouth against mine. Maybe it was the whole Omega-Alpha thing or just the fact that he was Jon and I was Cooper, but having him thrust his tongue into my mouth while his cock was buried balls deep in me made the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“That . . . feels . . . so good,” I managed to gasp after we stopped kissing to get some air. I clung to him like I was drowning, making embarrassing little noises and baring my neck to him.

Jon smirked, his hips starting a faster rhythm. “I’m glad my Omega approves.”

“Yes,” I sobbed, completely lost in my heat. “Claim me. I want to be yours.”

His focus never left me as he thrust into me harder, driving us both toward the edge.

“You are mine,” he growled. “You’ve always been mine. I’m never letting you go.”

I could feel myself tightening around him even more, accommodating him the best I could. “Yes,” I cried. “Please, I need to come.”

His arm was under my knee as he sank even deeper, and suddenly cum shot over my abs and chest without him even touching my cock. My body was bucking under him as the orgasm almost shattered me to pieces, and I said his name hoarsely, over and over, until he came too.

He didn’t pull away immediately. He just tucked his head into my neck, his heavy arm draped over my waist. He held me as I trembled and shook and cried.

“I’m here,” he said, smoothing a damp curl from my face. He gave me a searching look. “You okay?”

I nodded against his chest, swallowing past the tightness in my throat.

“Never better,” I managed, my voice shaking but determined. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second before nudging my nose against his neck. “But we need to do this again before we leave.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh before dealing with the condom. Then he rolled back over, his arm tightening around my waist to pull me flush against his chest. An exhausted grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I snorted.

“Seriously, though. You should’ve seen your face when I pulled out all those condoms.”

“As soon as I get the chance, I’m getting tested. Then we won’t need them anymore.”

“But that means we’ll have to use like twenty of them before this trip ends.”

Jon gave me a look. I reached for my phone.

“I’m texting Grandpa that we’re running slightly behind schedule.”

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Nuisance