Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(56)

“Leo…Leo told me about the night you met,” Rake said, drawing my gaze back up. “Have you…have you only been with betas since you left those assholes?”

I nodded. “Just betas. Just in clubs. Just once. Until Leo, obviously.”

“Man. Leo would’ve given you hell if you’d had sex with him in the bathroom and tried to leave without his number,” Rake said grinning.

I shook my head. “That whole night went wildly out of control.”

“Control? Is that what you like?” Rake asked, setting his food aside.

I shrugged and set my own down, staring back at him. “I…guess it’s what I thought I needed to survive, at the time.”

“Lola, if you want control, I’m your guy,” Rake said, his eyebrows raising slightly, focus firmly glued to my face.

We were facing one another on the loveseat with just a few feet between us, and Rake’s invitation was like a rope around my chest, tugging me closer, begging for my attention.

“It doesn’t have to be like that,” I said, watching him.

He grinned. “I mean, like I said, I’m not picky. But if you wanna tie me to the bed and have your way with me, I sure as hell wouldn’t ask you to stop. Honestly, I’d do just about anything you asked me to at this point.”

My breath stopped, but my heartbeat picked up, thumping so hard in my veins I could feel the pulse between my thighs. Or maybe that was just pure desire. Rake’s tongue flicked out over his bottom lip as he watched me. He was so…easy going, so open. I was bundled up in my spot on the loveseat, but Rake was sprawled open, thighs and arms spread over the furniture, making room for me against him if I was brave enough to take it.

I concentrated on my own body, forcing my shoulders to soften and relax, my spine to straighten. I sat up on my knees and crawled closer until one knee was pressed to Rake’s groin. His chest was rising and falling faster now, eyes hooded as he watched me, and he pushed his hips against my leg, riding it slightly and drawing a smile up on my lips. I braced my hands behind his shoulders, hovering my face over his as his head leaned back, warm breath fanning against my neck.

“So where’d you put all those sex toys I saw last time?” I asked, grinning.





Rake tasted like caramel, rich and buttery and sweet on my tongue. And he wasn’t kidding. I’d already made him come once, on accident, on his own stomach while I’d been fiddling around with a toy in his ass, teasing him for all the sounds he made—perfect whimpers and sighs and moans.

After that first experiment, I’d become more careful and better at being able to tell when he was about to lose control.

Like right now. I drew the textured roller away from the base of his cock and slipped my fingers out of the handle of the sleek glass prostate stimulator, rising up on my knees.

“Fuuuuck, Lola, please,” Rake moaned, wiggling in the dark sheets of his bed, cock weeping profusely. His cock was surprisingly thick, not super long, but I had no doubt it would give me a stretch I’d be feeling for the next day at least, whenever I got around to being done teasing and ready to ride, that is.

“You were right,” I said, staring down at Rake’s pleasure torn expression, the sweat clear on his brow. “This feels really good.”

“Woman, you are literally killing me,” Rake gasped. His eyes were almost fully black and his cock jumped as I ran my finger up its side, gathering the seeping fluid and drawing it up to my lips to suck.

I’d discovered Rake’s second bite mark early, down in the crease of his thigh, and I dipped to lick over the spot now, making Rake’s leg shake in response. Caleb had picked a fairly traditional if not subtle spot on Rake’s shoulder—the mark I’d covered up in Rake’s photoshoot—but evidently Cyrus had opted for somewhere more unusual. According to Rake, it also meant that Cyrus had his head between Rake’s thighs for a torturous two days after the bonding while the mark healed.

“You’re fine,” I said, looking up and grinning. “But if you really need me to, I can give you a break.”

“Fuck no,” Rake growled, one hand flying out of the pillows he’d been clenching down on, to reach out and cup my hip. His fingers caught in the side of my panties, tugging slightly. “But maybe I could have a taste?”

I bit my lip, wetness slipping from my core as I imagined staring down between my thighs to watch Rake feasting on my sex. It was…tempting, to say the least. I shimmied out of my panties, and Rake sat up to watch me expose my pussy, his expression wild.

Just when I’d made up my mind to let him eat me out—gosh, what a hardship—Rake’s phone on the bedside table rang.

“Shit,” Rake said, twisting on his side and then groaning as his swollen cock rested against my thigh. I scooted back out of the way with a laugh when he started to grind against my leg, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Shit. Oh! It’s Leo,” he said, lifting the screen. He glanced at me and gave me a wide grin. “Wanna torture him too? He wants to video chat.”

Shyness, or worry, welled up in my chest, and Rake held out his free arm, offering me his side to curl into. I took him up on it, crawling up and hiding my breasts against his chest.

“Maybe,” I said. “If he wants to.”

Rake hummed and kissed my forehead, and then swiped across his screen to accept the video call. Leo popped up immediately, propped up against a headboard in a hotel room, pillows high behind his back. In the top corner of the phone screen, a little image of Rake and me was there, and I realized how totally mussed my hair was from Rake holding onto it while I’d treated his candy-flavored dick like…well, candy.