Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(31)

I slid my fingers into that black silk gratefully and whimpered as Leo pulled me to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss directly against my clit, a warm feathery thrill rushing through me in response. When his tongue slipped out, leaving a hot trail from my clit down to my opening, my hips kicked and my knees buckled.

“Fuck!”

Leo hummed, tongue lapping up my quickly accumulating arousal, shoulders wedging my thighs open and helping to keep me upright. “How much time do we have, gorgeous?”

“Wha-? Um…thirty to forty-five—oh, fuck, Leo!”

Leo hummed against my core as my hands fisted in his hair. His tongue was pressing up inside of me, and I gasped. Fuck. I thought I’d gotten eaten out before, but those guys were wimps and Leo was divine. His hands guided my hips with a gentle suggestion, and in a moment I was riding his tongue as it teased me open with the most sinful nudges and caresses.

“Oh, god, Leo, please. Please.”

I prayed more in a three-minute time span than I ever had in my life combined, my whole body tensed in a curve as I waited for the onslaught of filthy perfection to crest. Leo’s nose nuzzled against my clit, his tongue fucking me and lips slurping at the fruits of his efforts. I cried out, tugging on his hair, making him groan, my own shiver following like a sexual domino effect riding out between us.

“Harder,” I whispered, almost ashamed of the word, of the rough edge that I feared even as it took me over into ecstasy every time.

Leo moaned against my skin and one of his hands left my hip to wedge between us, replacing his tongue at a deeper angle. My voice was high and cracking, and then Leo dove in again, lips clasping over my clit, sucking hard on the spot until I bowed forward. My body lost its strength and its balance in the wave that rushed up my spine and over my head, and if it weren’t for Leo fastened firmly on my sex, I would’ve fallen right to the floor. He held me up, two fingers fucking into me as his lips continued the assault. I shouted through clenched teeth, vision flashing and pulse pounding. My hands slid from his tortured locks to brace myself against his shoulder, and Leo softened his touches as I shuddered through the aftershocks.

I was ready to push him to the floor, settle myself on top of him, and ride him to the same spectacular finish he’d gifted me, when he pulled back and pressed me back to the door as he stood. I was weak-limbed as he gathered me to his chest, but I jumped when he needed me to, leaning in to suck my own flavor off his sweet lips.

“Goddamn, gorgeous,” Leo whispered.

I hummed my agreement as Leo carried me with shuffling steps toward the couch. He stumbled and I caught myself, finding my feet under my shaking legs, and marching forward, backing Leo to the edge of the couch and then pushing him down by my grip on his shoulders.

“I’m going to get addicted to your taste,” he said, bouncing against my cushions, his cock bobbing against his stomach and leaving a drop of pre-cum on his muscles. He was thick for a beta, which meant he’d feel like a stretch for me for sure. I couldn’t wait.

“I’m afraid I’m going to enable that habit of yours,” I said, grinning as Leo leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my mound, reaching around me to grab the condom. I settled my knees on either side of his hip as he fumbled with the packet, rushing to tear it open. “Can it be like this?” I asked, nibbling on my bottom lip.

Leo looked up, the condom halfway on and his eyebrows raising. “You on top? Like I told you, that’s my topping of choice.”

I laughed and covered my face briefly with my palms. What a perfect, wonderful dork.

When his hands reached for mine, I gathered them together in one loose grip and then scooted closer on the couch, pushing his hands behind his head and against the wall.

“Just for fun,” I said, so he would know this wasn’t something I was afraid of. I just wanted to watch his face as…

I took his cock in my free hand, bending so my face hovered over his. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he hummed, finding my taste still there on his skin. Then I fitted him against my opening and our eyes locked as I sank down his length in a slow rocking rhythm.

“Fuck,” he whispered, our panting breaths mingling as I rolled my hips, a whine caught at the back of my throat. “Too much?” he asked.

“No. No, shit, you feel so good, Leo.” He wasn’t too much at all, he was perfect, like he’d been designed to nestle inside of me, make me feel like a completed puzzle.

Leo’s smile was soft and his eyes were hooded as one of his hands slipped free from my grasp, cupping my jaw. I nuzzled into his palm and together we sighed as I took him to the hilt, rubbing myself against his base.

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe,” he said, and I nodded, my eyelids drooping.

I gave in to the urge, pressing my forehead to Leo’s and letting my eyes shut as I started to ride him. The drag of him was full and swollen inside of me, making sure I felt every fraction of movement between us.

“Let me touch you.”

I nodded and my palm flattened against the wall as Leo started a thorough exploration of my body with his hands, gripping and stroking, falling to my hips to urge me faster for a moment before sliding up to roll my breasts against his palm. His breath was on my neck, our faces close but resisting the urge to kiss again so we could focus on our bodies connecting.

“I knew as soon as we started dancing. I knew it would feel this good.”