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“Anything you want,” he vowed, staring into my eyes. “Anything at all, I will give it to you.”
“Anything? Are you sure you want to go there, Grumpy? Because I have a long, long list of things I want. Need.” I moved my hands to my nipples, twisting and pulling at them gently until they ached.
He groaned. “Anything, Sunshine. I’m yours.”
“Mine.” Oh, I liked the sound of that. This perfect, perfectly maddening alpha, all mine. I pinched my nipples harder, then slowly moved one hand down my stomach until it vanished beneath the sheet. The sounds of our breathing, and my fingers moving through wetness, created a strange sort of music in the otherwise silent room.
“The doctor said you needed rest,” he rasped, though his hands were on my breasts before he was done with the sentence.
“Then I’d better lie still here for a while, and let you make me feel better. That’s what I need.” I met his hungry gaze. “I need you to make me come. And then I need you to fuck me so hard I won’t remember yesterday at all.”He shook his head, and a cramp shot through my gut. Was he going to deny me again? “Just once, Grumpy. Just for once, give me what I need. You said I needed to ask for what I wanted in bed, right? Well, I’m asking. Give me your body.”
“Just once,” he agreed, and was suddenly bracing himself over me, his hands on the blanket, pinning me down, his clothes still. Fucking. On.
I growled. “No. No more of this ‘me nude, you clothed’ crap. If you’re not naked in one minute, I’m going to show you what a grumpy omega looks like. Strip.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, the corner of his lips twitching as he moved down the bed, pulling the blanket off, his stubble scratching at every inch of the soft flesh he exposed on his way. Then I was naked, lying on the bed, and he was stripping away his clothing. I watched, my core beginning to heat, my thighs damp, as he tossed away his tie, then his belt, then his shirt.
“Mine,” I muttered, and he threw it to me. While he toed off his socks and shoes, I wrapped his shirt around a pillow and began moving the blanket to the edges of the bed. “Need more.” I licked my lips as he pulled off his trousers.
“More blankets?” he crooned gently. “Are you going to build a little nest for me here, sweet omega?”
“Maybe, asshole alpha,” I huffed, holding my hand out for the trousers. They went over another pillow. He pulled off the tight black briefs that had hidden the rest of him, while leaning over to open a drawer for more blankets. I took in the lines of his back, his ass, his thighs. He was as perfect as a classical sculpture, with sparse, dark hairs giving depth and texture to the honed, bronzed shapes of him.
When he turned around though, the classical lines were interrupted by his outsized… “Campari. At least a Campari,” I whispered as he tossed the blankets to me, his cock bobbing as he grabbed a few more pillows off the floor. I reached down and patted my mound gently. “Hope you’re thirsty, girl. Really, really thirsty.”
Giovanni made a strange choking sound. “Are you talking to your vagina?” I grinned up at him, trying to hide my nervousness, though he looked a little off his game now, too.
Good.
“Um, don’t you talk to your dick? You know, positive affirmations, little check-ins on the state of the peen-ion?” Something weird was happening on the side of his face. Like a little seizure, or a muscle spasm. I went on, ignoring it. “If I had an enormous sausage like that, I’d talk to it all the dang time.”
“You would?” He stepped forward, his knees bumping the edge of the mattress. His face twitched more. Was he trying to smile?
“Come on, it’s bigger than some of my friends’ chihuahuas, Grumpy. And look how it’s nodding at me. It agrees with me.” His cheek spasmed again, and I stopped, blinking up at him, then at his cock that was slowly rising to attention a degree at a time. “I salute you, Captain Campari,” I whispered, as I crawled across the bed. “You are the finest of all the wine-bottle-sized penises in the world.”
“The doctor didn’t say you had a head injury. Better call him,” Giovanni muttered, shifting his weight. Quick as a wink, I grabbed his penis with one hand and his thigh with the other.
“I don’t think so, Captain. You said you’d give me anything I want. Well, I want to see if I can get this monster dick in my mouth,capisce? I want to taste you.” He groaned as I let go of his thigh and cupped his balls. “I want to play with you, and get comfortable with you, and then maybe see if there is any way I can fit you inside me.”
“It’ll fit,” he promised as I closed my lips around the tip of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum that had beaded up there. “We’ll make it fit.”
I didn’t answer, but hummed around the smooth head, which was a mouthful all on its own, though it wasn’t nearly as thick as the base. I’d never liked giving head the few times I’d tried. My nose was too sensitive, and… well, warm oysters came to mind when I thought of the taste of the guy I’d experimented with.
But Giovanni tasted rich and salty, and mixed with the mocha scent that was thick in the room, I realized it was all about the man attached to the peen. “I’d suck a whole bag of your dicks,” I mumbled around the mouthful I had, ignoring Grumpy’s “What?”
It wasn’t talking time now. It was time to get to work, recreating the porn videos I’d watched, or at least a few of the books I’d read.I swallowed and took him into my mouth a bit deeper, moving my hand to the base of his sac and scraping his perineum gently with my nails. The werewolf shifter king in my favorite book had particularly liked that.
He muttered something about me torturing him.
Smiling on the inside, I swallowed again, while I took his knot in my other hand and squeezed hard. A small rush of pre-cum filled my mouth. It was absolutely delicious.
He whimpered, and I almost laughed around his girth as I began to feed more of him in, until I choked.Damnit, I didn't even have a third of him in my mouth. I made a frustrated sound and tried again, choking once more.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Don’t force it. You’re doing so well. Breathe, and move, and relax your throat.” He purred slightly, and something about that noise made my muscles listen to him. He moaned while I swallowed, letting my mouth and throat massage him as I managed a little more with each dip of my head.“Let me help?” I tasted more of his salty-sweet release in the back of my throat, and felt his hands on my hair, moving me back and forth in a gentle, even rhythm. “Is this all right, Sunshine? Can I move you like this?”
I looked up, blinking the tears away that had gathered at some point. “Mmhm,” I agreed.
“Oh, good Sunshine. Such a sweet, hot mouth. You want me to fuck it? Fuck into you, come down your throat, and fill up your belly?”
