Page 56 of Gold Rush
She raises her eyes, staring straight into my soul. “I think I’m beginning to realize that.”
We’re both quiet, and I take the chance to move closer, holding her hand in mine as my other one raises, pinching her chin between two fingers. She sucks in a little breath, her head tilting.
“I love to play, Juniper.” My voice is soft, thick with promise. “Will you let me play with you one day?”
Her eyes flicker to my lips as she licks her own, her voice breathy. “Yes, alpha.”
Fuck.
I dip my head down, barely managing to get the words out. “Consider this me courting you, omega.” And then I tug her to me, kissing her with every ounce of my body, pushing every unhinged feeling into the movement.
Her soft form presses against my chest as my lips move over hers. My brain isn’t even in theroomanymore, I’m so overcome by her. She’s sweet, honeyed with a touch of vanilla from the dessert, and it makes mehungry. I want to eat her, I want to press her down to the lit up floor and truly test if we’re hidden from the people below us.
My chest feels tight, something settling in it that I didn’t even realize was missing until I touched her.
I drop her hand, grabbing onto her hip instead as she moans, moving into me. She breathes out harshly as she lifts her hands up and slides them into my hair. She’s not slight, by any stretch of the imagination, and I relish the handfuls of her hips, her ass, her plushness, as I kiss her harder.
My control slips through my fingers like water as I touch her little skirt, meeting the bare skin of her thighs. She whimpers, and I’mgone, pressing us backwards until I knock against the table. It takes one swipe of my arm across it for the plates and extra tat to hit the floor, shattering and clanking.
She gasps, but I ignore her shock as I push her up against the table, using it to pin her back as my hand drops from her hip tothe hem of her skirt, toying with brushing my fingers under it, teasing the soft skin of her thighs.
Her whine makes my head spin. “Oh,yes.”
I stare down at her, the arch of her throat, bare from teeth marks, her hair cascading back as my hands slide up the front of her thighs. I stop just before moving between them, parting her legs slightly, but not very far because of the structure of the skirt. It’s okay — it’s enough room to do what I need to.
“My love,” I breathe the words, kissing her jaw, her pristine throat, “I don’t have time to fuck you properly here.” Her eyes find mine, lust-drunk and pupils wide. “I”m so sorry,” I apologize as I pet her thighs, “but I can make it better. Would you like me to?”
She nods, her voice reedy. “Yes.”
I smile, then slide a hand between her legs. My knuckles glide with ease over her panties, the entire seat of them wet with slick, her skin sticky as I rub back and forth, leaning her further back against the table. I crowd her, holding her up as I kiss her jaw, her skin, running my nose over her, drenching her in my scent as her body soaks my hand between her thighs.
“Such a waste of sweet honey.” I move my fingers over her underwear until her hips are canting up against my touch, her breathing labored. I smile as I kiss her again, rucking the seat of her underwear to the side, letting my fingers graze over her, parting her folds under her skirt. I bet the view is fuckingincredible. My fingers explore, making her keen out as I whisper, “I bet you taste better than our dessert, do you think so?”
She whines, grabbing onto my forearms as I brush her clit. I slide it lower, teasingly pushing it into her entrance, feeling the soft flesh relent as I pump a finger shallowly into her. There’s a delightful give to her body, but I still feel her muscles fluttering at the intrusion.
“I —” She twitches, crying out softly. “Oh god,please, Arin.”
I click my tongue, enjoying myself far too much. “Please what? I can’t taste you how I’d like to, Juniper. But I’d love to know if you’ve tasted yourself.” I whisper into her ear as I nip at the lobe. “Have you sucked yourself off your fingers after making yourself come? Have you tasted your new, sweet omega slick?”
She jerks in my arms when I flick her clit again, whining. “No, I haven’t.”
“Well,” I hum sadly, then I thrust my finger back into her, making her body jolt as she cries out and presses her hips against me, seeking friction. I can feel her cunt fluttering before I start to thrust my hand, fucking her slowly but surely, getting her needy enough that I can easily slip in another finger. My thumb circles her clit. “Let me solve that for you, my love.”
I attack her lips hungrily, pressing her against the table and pinning her hips in place with my own, the table shaking as her cries grow louder and louder against my lips.
“It’s a shame the people below us can’t see how well you’re taking me.”
The words have her spasming around me, and I know I’m going to have to leave asubstantialtip for the waitstaff to keep this discreet, but it’s worth it as her nails dig into my arms, her body tightening around my fingers.
“I — Arin —uh—” Nonsense comes out of her mouth as her lips part, her head dropping back, her throat aching.
“That’s right, say my name as much as you’d like. It’s yours. Take my fingers and your orgasm.” I don’t change a fucking thing about the way I’m fingering her, letting her ride my hand as I smile. “Drench me in your honey, sweet omega.”
Her cheeks go scarlet, a little shriek clawing its way out of her throat as her body bows under my ministrations. She comes in my hand mewling like a kitten, slick releasing onto my skin, making everything wet and messy between her thighs and underher skirt as I murmur against her jaw, helping her ride it out. “So good for me. You’re so pretty, love. Do you feel better now?”
She nods, moaning as her lashes flutter. I pull my hand out from between her thighs and lift it between us, offering my glistening, sticky fingers to her.
“Open.”
