Page 73 of Ready or Not
“Yep,” she agrees, nipping at my ear.
It makes my cock throb as I pull the dress up and over her head. She’s bare underneath, but it’s the look on her face that makes my heart race. The way she stares up at me under her lashes reminds me so much of that night in DC.
My hand tangles in her hair as I kiss her. It’s slow and teasing in a way I can’t get enough of. She pushes up onto her knees, sliding her hands into the waistband of my basketball shorts. It doesn’t take long for her to push them and my boxer briefs down.
I use my feet to shove them the rest of the way off.
I’m not expecting her to crawl down my body.
I make a grab for her arms, but she’s already settling on the floor between my spread thighs. She licks her lips, focusing completely on my dick. Her nipples tighten as she aims my tip for her extended tongue.
Jesus fuck.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I haven’t been with anyone since her. I’m about to have the most dismal performance of my life, because just the look on her face sends a pulse to my balls. Her fist works my length, and she simultaneously flicks her tongue around the swollen crown of my cock.
I move to cradle her cheeks as she works the slit on the head of my dick. The whimpering sounds she makes fill the air as she laps like she needs to taste me. Pre-cum dribbles from my tip, and that makes her moan. She dives deeper, hollowing her cheeks. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself.
My muscles tense as I try to regulate my breathing. The still-healing bullet wound on my side twinges with pain as my abs ripple.
“Your mouth feels fucking incredible,” I groan as the head of my shaft bounces against the back of her throat. “You’re way too good at that, dollface. You’re probably going to embarrass me.”
My eyes fly to the door as Holt swaggers inside like he has every right to be here.
“I knew I woke up with a hard-on for a reason.” He chuckles.
I glare.
“I’m not trying to interrupt you, but you haven’t seen it when she goes full-blown omega. I’m just here to help.” He hits his knees behind her and leans over to kiss her shoulder. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
I’m pretty sure he just slipped a finger or two inside her, and I’m jealous as hell.
“Mm-hmm,” she moans around my length, gripping me even tighter.
I focus on the scent of her perfume and the warm heat of her mouth.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Looking down and seeing the pregnant belly doesn’t help my composure one fucking bit. It’s deeply satisfying knowing she’s pregnant with my baby. It also makes it difficult not to try to murder Holt with my bare hands so I can have her all to myself.
I vaguely wonder if all alpha impulses are so violent.
“That’s it, tighten around my fingers.” Holt smirks at me over her shoulder. His left forearm is wrapped around her pelvis. I can only assume he’s teasing her clit. “Come for us, dirty girl.”
Vale moans around my shaft, and the vibration does me in.
I grunt, “I’m there.”
She doesn’t pull off. If anything, she doubles down her efforts.
Holt chuckles darkly. “She is too.”
One of her hands works my shaft, and she brings the other up to cup my knot. It really digs the pressure. My cock thickens as my balls ache, and the next thing I know, I’m coming down her throat as she begs around me.
My teeth ache to bite her, which is a really bad sign. I’m probably lucky Holt invited himself in. Vale whines, lapping at the tip of my dick.
“Come on,” Holt murmurs, lifting her under her shoulders. “Let’s help you climb on his cock.”
My eyebrows rise as Vale scrambles onto my lap. She sinks down on my still-hard length while I’m still struggling to catch my breath.