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The thought of Gray, and me, and both of us together.
I pushed a little deeper into her mouth, knowing even as I did so that I was already lost, entirely, completely, to this woman.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Madison
“More,”I sputtered, as he pulled back, giving me a second to breathe. My voice was hoarse, but I wanted it–I could take it. His cock was gorgeous, like the rest of him, a little larger than average, the skin silky soft over hard iron, and tasted like clean maleness, like beta. I had to be able to manage this, after all, if I were ever going to hope of getting Gray’s cock, or Lucas’s–god, Lucas’s cock–I shuddered–in my greedy mouth. “Tell me–” He cut me off, putting one thumb on my lower lip to lower my jaw, and sinking back in.
“Okay,baby,” he said, and maybe it was wrong, for Gray’s pet name from Rian’s mouth to sound so hot, for the thought of them together to get me so wet, slick dripping from me to soak the practical cotton underwear I had worn to–for fuck’s sake–a coffeeshop. But I couldn’t help it, as Rian kept talking, describing the things they did together as I bobbed on his cock, as if I thought I would taste his alphas if I just sucked hard enough. “Gray likes to take his time with you, take you apart inch by inch until you’re practically crying for him–” he withdrew, tracing his cock along my lower lip, dipping in inside shallowly, and I wrapped my arms around his thighs, pulling him back into me. My jaw was aching–but not as much as my core, my clit throbbing with every small movement against the seam of my jeans. “You’ll love it. I promise,baby. And Luc–”
I moaned involuntarily, and Rian let out a small huff of laughter.
“You noticed? He’s big, Madison,sobig, he feels so good, he’ll fuck you so full,” Rian was thrusting, just shallowly, into my mouth as I slid up and down his length, working up a rhythm together. “He’ll want to make you feel good, make sure you’re satisfied,” he panted, “as if you could ever not be, with a cock like his,fuck–” I groaned, pulling him deeper into my mouth even as he tried to jerk away, and he managed “he’ll fuckingbreedyou, omega,” in a strained voice before his hips were pushing forward and cock was pulsing against my tongue as he spilled his hot come down my throat. “Madison,” he gasped, and I was close myself, my head spinning as I swallowed around his length, tasting salt and sweetness and musk. I had just reached down to try to relieve some of the pressure when his hand clamped around my arm and he dragged me to my feet, shoving me back against the wall again and diving into my mouth with his tongue, this time, instead of his cock. I whimpered as he moaned into my mouth and squirmed against the wall, desperate for his touch, my own, any touch–
I hadn’t even noticed his hands at my jean’s button, I was so distracted by his kisses, but I certainly noticed as he spun me across the room and bent me over the sink, my jeans around my thighs. A moment later, I felt his hot breath, then his even hotter tongue, swiping a long stripe from my clit up to my entrance,tastingme. Myslick–the thought made me arch my back, leaning into his tongue, and he hummed in pleasure, then sucked, deliberately, on my clit.
I shattered, the tension that had been building since before we had even entered the bathroom–since that night at the club, if I were being honest–releasing all at once in a wave of shimmering, sparkling, white-hot heat that crashed through my body. My legs crumpled under me, leaving me clutching the edges of the cold porcelain. Rian was there, behind me, holding my thighs steady even as he flicked his tongue against my oversensitive folds, teasing every sensation from my body that he could.
I had known it would be fireworks, that night when he bumped into me. But I hadn’t known it would be likethis. I looked at myself in the mirror: cheeks flushed, lips swollen and spit-slick, hair mussed from his hands running through it, mascara smudged around wide eyes.
I was glowing. Incandescent. Beautiful.
I shivered as his tongue tipped into too much, and he pulled away. He stood up, his pants still undone and low on his hips, and turned me to face him, kissing me as I half-leaned on the sink for support. Vanilla and salt and coffee mingled in our mouths until we were both breathless once again.
“Your ass looks great from this angle,” he whispered, looking over my shoulder, and I realized my jeans were still halfway down my thighs, my butt hanging out and clearly visible in the mirror above the sink.
“Oh my god,” I said, hurriedly pulling up my pants. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Rian pouted. “Hey, I liked them like they were. Actually…”
“Don’t say it–” I warned, reading his mind, the glint in his eye.
“I think those pants would look a lot better… on my floor.”
I hit his arm. “We need to get out of here before you say anything even cheesier and I’m forced to make a bigger scene than we already have, Rian.”
“Sure,” he smiled, pulling me in close. “Baby,” he whispered.
I glared at him. “I’ll leave first. You have the contracts–I lifted my chin at his briefcase, sitting in the corner of the room. Don’t leave this bathroom for… three more minutes.” I would make my escape through the coffeeshop, and back to my apartment, where I could die of embarrassment alone. And maybe break out some of those toys after all. I reached for the handle.
“I don’t think so, Madison.” His hand wrapped around my wrist just as the door clicked open. “I’m not ashamed.” He took my hand, dragging me with him from the bathroom, the two of us earning more than one interested glance from the other patrons–and a glare from the barista.
I could never go back to that coffee shop again, but, I thought as Rian bent to leave one last peck on my kiss-swollen lips as we stood in the doorway…
It was worth it.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Gray
Even before Ismelled her on him, I could tell by the look on Rian’s face.
My cock twitched in interest but I forced myself to stay still, to remain seated on the wide leather couch I had collapsed onto after returning home from work. I did, however, spare him a glance. It confirmed my suspicions.
He looked like the cat that got the fucking cream.
He would soon remember that I was the big, bad, wolf.
