Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(98)

The innuendo was not lost on me, and I couldn’t help but shift against him, happy to find him growing stiff against me.

“Matthieu, I don’t want you to—”

Matthieu’s hand in my hair tugged, and my words were torn by a moan and a wanton roll of my hips over his.

“Don’t. Not everything needs to be about beta and alpha and omega nonsense,” Matthieu said, echoing my shifting with a little of his own from below. “And you don’t need to be ashamed of wanting material things to go along with emotional affection. We won’t trade one for the other, but you’ll have both if you want. Yes?”

His fist twisted in my strands, and I rubbed myself against him, breasts scraping pleasantly inside of my tank top.

“Say yes,” he purred, a wave of that welcoming familiar fragrance washing over me.

“Yesss,” I hissed, eyes sliding shut as I not-quite-shamelessly humped Matthieu.

“Ungh. Very good, Lolotte,” Matthieu growled, rising up into my motion. “Keep going.”

It was a cherry on top of the sundae to have his permission, not that I probably would’ve been able to stop.

“You like this?” he asked, taking a better grip on the roots of my hair. It was never painful or punishing, just the perfect grounding pressure to sing through me. I nodded and whined as I rocked on top of him. “Did you used to do this as a girl with your boyfriends?”

I moaned, and my cheeks were full bonfire flames, I was certain of it. I shook my head. “Not boyfriends. But…”

“Tell me.”

“Blankets. Pillows and stuff like that,” I admitted in a whisper, gasping for breath as I moved faster.

Matthieu grinned back at me. “Ah. Yes, I think I fucked a fair bit of bedding when I was a teenager too. My poor mother.”

I snorted and had to take a break to catch my breath. When Matthieu’s hand on my ass cheek swatted again, perfectly light and purely playful I whined and jumped back into motion.

“You like that too,” Matthieu said, repeating the teasing action and tugging on my hair at the same time.

My mouth was hanging out open, my voice thin and whimpering as I started to rut desperately, heat growing in my core, flaring in small doses to hint at what was coming.

“I like it like this, with you here where I can see,” I said. I still had a hard time with a lover behind me, leaving room for my head to replace them with ugly memories.

Matthieu hummed in understanding. His hand moved to cup my hip, pushing me up even as I tried to grind down.

“Up, Lolotte,” Matthieu said, firm and warning.

I growled back at him and he laughed, happy lines digging into his cheeks as I wiggled up, hovering a few inches above him. He tugged my shorts and underwear down, smiling at the wet dew coating the lips of my sex, and then pulled his own sleep pants down, cock bobbing against his stomach.

“There, now get me wet with your juices,” Matthieu said, pushing me back down and hissing as my hot pussy slid over the length of his cock. “That’s it. Make me ready for you, hm?”

I moaned and tucked my face into Matthieu’s neck as I obeyed him, the heat of his thick, stiff cock against me guaranteeing I’d be coming fast in another moment or two.

Matthieu’s lips pressed to the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Use me like one of your blankies,” he whispered.

“Ohmigod!” I burst out laughing, pounding the heel of one hand against his shoulder in retaliation for his dirty teasing.

Matthieu purred in response, twisting my hair and pushing my bare ass down to press me harder against him. I squeezed my eyes shut, sucking down deep lungfuls of his scent as I rocked over his length. I hit a bump at his base and realized it was his knot, and it felt fucking fantastic. Matthieu groaned in earnest as I stayed there, the sound vibrating against my cheek.

“Fuck, Lola, you’ll undo me and I have plans for you,” Matthieu rasped.

With that promise I came, my hands fisting over his shoulders as my thighs trembled, and I slowed into little twitches of my hips. Matthieu sighed and bucked gently beneath me, coating his length in my release.

When his hand guided my hips to line himself up at my entrance, I patted his shoulder limply.

“No?” he asked, and I marveled that he didn’t even seem frustrated by the thought I was refusing sex.

“Oh, no, I definitely want to. But I want you on top,” I said.

I pushed myself up to see Matthieu’s surprise, his cheeks flushed and his throat bobbing. “You’re sure?” he asked.

“Definitely sure.” I wanted Matthieu’s weight on top of me and his scent surrounding me. I wanted him driving into me and holding me in his arms. The only thing I wasn’t sure of… I bit my lip, and he waited. “I just…don’t think I’m ready for your knot.”

“Mmm, not an issue,” Matthieu said. He released my hair to hold my shoulders, rolling us on the mattress and making me gasp as he nestled back between my thighs.

I sighed. He hadn’t even blinked. Instead, Matthieu nestled close on top of me, our chests pressed together. He kissed my chin and both my cheeks and then over my neck, licking my throat until I was wiggling beneath him. He rucked my tank top up and then over my head.

“Kiss,” I begged, all but devouring his mouth when he finally offered it.