Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(32)

I kissed his jaw and then sucked on the spot, discovering the flavor of him all over again, sweet and clean. I hadn’t had a clue. If I had, I don’t know that I would’ve flown from that bathroom, alpha bite or not. Remembering the moment, I leaned back and found the scar on his shoulder, tracing it with my fingertips. Leo held his breath as I bent my head, confused by my own impulse to press my lips to the spot. The kiss was slow and Leo moaned, his throat exposed as his head fell back, bobbing with a swallow.

“It feels good?” I asked.

“Your mouth anywhere feels good, Lola,” he rasped. He swallowed again and then added, “Yeah. Bi-bite a little?”

My steady rocking on his lap paused as I considered the request, and I smiled as Leo twitched inside of me. I opened my mouth and set my teeth over the marks, biting gently.

Leo’s response was immediate. His cock throbbed and his hand flew to my hips, tightening as he started to buck beneath me. I moaned and bit harder, and Leo released a slow, plaintive howl of pleasure, his hips racing and cock fucking roughly into me.

I pulled away and Leo gasped as I wrestled us down into the cushions until he was flat on his back. I dove down again, this time scratching my teeth against a new spot, higher on his throat. Leo groaned, his fingers digging in, fucking me from below as I latched, sucking against his skin and grinding back into his thrusts.

What the hell is wrong with you? the nasty voice whispered.

“God, Lola, don’t stop.”

Nothing, I answered for myself, sliding one hand between Leo and I to toy at my own clit. Our bodies came together with wet, noisy smacks, and Leo’s arms circled my back, holding me to his chest as he drummed inside of me, my fingers trapped and working myself into a desperate frenzy.

“Come. I gotta feel you squeeze around my cock the way you do my fingers, gorgeous,” Leo gasped. “Come for me.”

I released his throat, shouting and thrashing as lightning whipped through me. Leo growled as I clenched around his still thrusting length, and I bucked and rode out the electrifying pleasure until my muscles went loose and limp and useless.

“Fuck. Can I—?” Leo sat up, still rolling into me, and he tried to turn us.

He wanted on top.

“Ye—yeah, you—” I cackled with laughter as Leo’s attempt to roll us over ran out of room on my narrow couch and we slid clumsily to the floor.

I bounced on my back against my hardwood floors, but it was a soft landing. A moment later, I was breathless and Leo joined me, spreading my thighs open and sliding home again. My sexed-up sweaty skin slid and stuck on the floor as he settled over me, fucking me desperately with a tangled furrow on his brow, eyes fixed to my face.

“Do it again,” he rasped.

“Bite?”

“No. Come again, Lola.”

“I-I can’t—”

Leo reared back, changing the angle of his thrusts, and his fingers found my clit, merciless and rough against the sensitive nerves. I shouted, chest rising and eyes squeezing shut, and a moment later Leo’s mouth was on my breast, sucking hard and biting with his teeth, drawing a line of pleasure directly from my breast to my cunt. I throbbed around him, my hands skidding on the smooth floor as he fucked me, every bucking roll of his hips driving me squeaking against the floor.

My legs circled his hips, and Leo was fast and rough between my thighs. His fingers took my clit in a pinch, and the fire in my blood was sudden and explosive. I came with a strangled scream, arms pulling Leo against me as he lost his wild pace with a series of deep, sharp kicks inside of me. He twitched on top of me as we went limp together, our breaths loud and uneven.

“Holy. Shit,” I breathed, eyes opening huge to stare up at my ceiling.

“Tell me that was romantic,” Leo said. “I promised myself we’d be really romantic when it happened.”

A gasping giggle escaped me. “You fucked me against my front door, on my couch, and my floor, Leo. It was about as romantic as it can get.”

He puffed against my throat, his body heavy but pleasant on top of mine.

A soft knock sounded on my front door and the pair of us stiffened.

“Um. Just gonna leave this out here for you guys. Uh. Go team?”

I stared in shock at Leo and mouthed slowly ‘Oh my god.’

“Thank you,” Leo answered to the delivery guy standing on the other side of the door.

“Yup. Yup. Have a nice night! Nicer night! Have a nice time!”

Rapid footsteps faded down the staircase and the laugh bubbled up from deep inside of me, a sudden floating happiness in the wake of three orgasms and the most absurd finish to sex I’d ever had. Leo’s laugh met mine and I gasped as he pulled out of me, leaving a wet kiss on my mouth.

“Stay there.”

“Naked on my floor?” I asked, more giggles rising.

He grinned, kneeling over me. “Just for a minute. I’m gonna take care of the condom and grab us a sheet to curl up in and that pizza.”

I sighed as he pushed up onto his feet and ran down the hall to the bathroom, deciding that sex on the floor was enough floor exposure for me, and I could wait just as easily on the couch. I was sitting up when Leo returned, streaking down my hall and tossing me my bedding.

“You are not going to open that door—”

He did. He opened it naked.

“No one’s out—oh, shit.”