Something About Fireworks by Savannah Brooks

Author:Savannah Brooks [Brooks, Savannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Gray

I have no idea what’s come over me, but it’s as if Ollie’s fantasy has driven me to need to claim him. To not only make his dream come true, but to sate something raw and burning inside me.

On my knees, I lick over his slit, and Ollie rewards me with a barely audible, stuttered whisper of, “Oh my God.” I wrap my lips around him and slide my mouth down his length, reaching up with my hand to cup his balls. His skin is so incredibly soft and smooth, and I hum in appreciation, sucking his dick slowly.

“Too much,” Ollie cries quietly, his voice strained. “Gray…”

I pull off him and stand, bringing him into the circle of my arms, and claim his mouth with a kiss. Ollie trembles in my arms. Concerned, I pull back and open my mouth to speak. “Do—”

“I’m fine,” he pants. “Just really close. And lots… intense. Really intense.”

“That’s because we really are meant to be.”

Ollie’s breathing hitches, throwing a wrench into my own body’s basic functions. My brain scatters as my heart skips beats and it’s almost as if I have to remind myself to breathe. I said it to play up the fantasy a bit, but dammit if I can’t help but feel that all this is real.

“What’s the Alpha’s mate referred to as?”

“His Omega.”

“I want you in my bed, my Omega.” I grab his hand and lead him to the bed. Releasing him, I throw the covers and sheets back. I pull him close and press my body against his, kissing him again, hard and deep. “On your hands and knees.”

Ollie practically scrambles to obey. I climb in and kneel behind him, reaching between his legs to caress his shaft and balls. Trailing a finger upward through the smooth crack of his ass, I reach for my own dick and find it leaking. I spread the moisture over the head and length, but before I claim him, I need to taste him.

I palm both buttocks and spread his cheeks, revealing the tight, pink, hairless puckered ring that I can’t wait to enter. I lick over it ever so tenderly, and a soft whimpered gasp falls out of Ollie.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I ask, sliding the tip of my tongue over his hole again.

“No,” Ollie replies, his voice rough. “Never.”

“Good,” I growl. A deep, primitive need to assert my claim over him comes over me. “Because it’s mine now. You’re mine now.”

A visible shiver runs through Ollie, gooseflesh prickling his skin. “Oh, God, yes.”

My cock twitches, and I slide my hand over it again, coating my length again with the drops oozing from the tip. I give it a few strokes and let go, aching to bury myself deep inside Ollie’s perfect, untouched hole.

Spreading his cheeks again, I lean in and run my tongue over his opening, swirling it just around the edge. Hushed moans and whimpers and prayers to God cascade from Ollie’s lips in some of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

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