Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(47)

Sometimes I was cruel to Ghost, fucking him without enough prep. He liked it that way—he didn't come to me because I was sweet to him. But I wasn't going to mess up with Faith. She needed to be stretched and ready. The orgasms were making her crazy and horny, but it wasn't about to make her ass prepared to take a cock for what I figured was probably the first time.

With a clumsy, one-handed fumble, I coated my fingers in lube and bent down, kissing Faith's stomach and breasts, distracting her as I reached for her puckered hole.

She grabbed onto my head eagerly, trying to pull me up to her mouth, but I laughed and worked my way down to her belly button instead, licking into the little dip and tasting her sweetness. She tensed as I pressed a finger to her hole, and I wedged my index finger in to the knuckle and paused, letting her test the sensation. Remembering the way she responded to filthy questions, I teased her.

"You gonna open here for me too, birdy? Let your man stuff your greedy holes?"

Faith whined, and I hissed as she tightened further. I shifted my knees a little more, let my breath cascade over her clit.

"You wanna know what it feels like to be stuffed with my fist and cock? You gotta let me in."

"Lick," Faith whispered, and my heart leapt into my throat.

I blinked up at her, black eyes watching my lips hover over her sex, her swollen clit practically pulsing before my eyes.

I pointed my tongue out, stretched it towards her clit, barely pressing, and Faith growled and ground down on my fist. My finger sank into her ass, and her mouth opened in shock.

I lapped at her once in reward, and she collapsed, going soft, letting me in a little deeper.

"It's good, isn't it? Your needy pussy likes to be filled. And your ass..." I tested a second finger at her hole and she flexed, granting me tight entrance. "Oh yes. Your ass is a little slut too."

Faith gasped, and I only wondered if I'd pushed her too far for a moment before she was fucking herself between my fist and fingers with fresh urgency.

"You're gonna have to help me put the condom on, birdy," I said, grinning as I twisted my hands, scissoring my fingers in her ass to stretch a little more. She hissed and wrinkled her nose for a moment, but just as quickly pushed herself deeper on my fingers.

This was probably not what Bear had in mind for getting creative…or maybe not. Maybe he'd tried all sorts of shit working as a service alpha. I hunched, licking and sucking on Faith's clit—couldn't knot an omega and eat her out at the same time as an alpha, so I had that going for me—as I added a third finger, and she came, one hand flying up into my hair.

She was ready.

I rose up to my knees, gently pulling my fingers from her ass, grabbing the condom packet and ripping it open with my teeth.

Faith was limp, but she blinked at me and reached down to help. She was clumsy, maybe a little inexperienced, but I guided the condom on and passed her the lube, my head falling back with a groan as she stroked me with far too gentle hands. One day, I would teach her how to jerk me off, to swallow my cock. I wondered if she'd let me hold her face and fuck that mouth. I'd be sweeter to her than Ghost, but I had a feeling she'd like to be used a little dirty. We'd take it slow to start until I knew for sure.

Not that double-stuffing her with my fist and cock could rightly be considered slow.

I rocked into her hands, testing my resolve to not just finish like this a little too closely, and waited to catch her eye.

"You good, birdy? You want this?"

Her eyes were black with desire, chest and cheeks flushed, lips wet, but I wanted to hear her voice too.

"I want everything from you, Chance," she said, and I thought my heart might've died in my chest for a second. But it beat twice as hard a moment later, and I leaned in, catching her lips in a slow, deep kiss, stroking her tongue with mine, rubbing my knuckles inside of her and fighting my grin as her cunt clasped me.

My hand was starting to cramp, but I wasn't fucking giving up this moment until I had to.

I pulled away as Faith gasped for breath, settling back on my heels and pulling her over my lap with my hand on her hip.

"Spread those cheeks for me, birdy."

Faith's eyes widened, face red, but her trembling hands reached for her own ass, gripping hard and spreading like such a good girl. A perfect, sweet slut. She hiccuped and gasped as my fist shifted inside of her while she moved. The new angle distracted her long enough for me to position myself at her ass, pressing in slowly.

She'd contracted a little as I'd gotten the condom on, and I watched her face shift. The tension folding her brow at the initial pinch and burn, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as I breached the resistance, sinking in. I squirted more lube onto my length to be safe, and then started to pump.

Fuck. Fuck, I could feel the pressure of my fist. And Faith's expression was going slack and helpless, her breath short, eyes searching the empty space above us.

"Tell me, birdy," I called to her, drawing her back to me. "Tell me how it feels."

"So full," Faith whimpered.

I fucked in deeper, ignoring the way her squeezing my cock mirrored the clench of my heart, the sharp spike of pleasure in the base of my spine.

"Too much?" I asked, but I already knew her answer.

"Nooo," she moaned, rolling her hips into me. "So good. I—I—Oh god, Chance, I'm going to come again."