Tilly

He shook his head, and I listened as he put a delivery order into the restaurant next door.

He disconnected the mobile, placing his phone on the table between the two sofas.

I grinned. “This is your fuck pad.”

“No,” he growled. “I don’t bring women back here.”

I laughed. “What? You mean they rarely get past the lift?” I teased. “Or do you take them to your actual home?”

“No,” he hissed.

I waved my hand in the air dismissively. “It’s fine, I get it. You’re a good-looking guy, but don’t worry, I don’t get attached. You won’t hear from me after this hookup.”

“Maybe I want to see you again,” he said with a smile.

Perhaps he could. He seemed to know how to coax a wonderful orgasm out of me. A few more of those would be nice.

”Is it a friend’s place?” I asked, wondering again about the apartment.

“The owner’s.”

“Ah, you know the owner.” That made sense now. It was definitely a fuck pad.

“Food will be half an hour. Why don’t we see how many times I can make you come while we wait,” he said and grinned.

The smile on my face bloomed with his optimism and at seeing him prowl toward me like a mythical creature, seeing its prey for the first time.

And what a body he had now that I thought of it properly. Sexy as hell in a white button-down shirt and navy trousers. But at well over six feet tall, by three or four inches, he was definitely my kind of man. His shoulders were wide as was his chest and his limbs... oh, that’s how he held me against him with one hand as the other gave me an orgasm that made my body shake so much it could rate on the Richter scale.

His tattooed forearms were amazing, not only in how they looked but in their strength, and I smiled as he refolded his sleeves up to the elbows, seeing their power. Something I could imagine when I masturbated at home—weird, but I loved thick forearms on a man.

“I’m going to taste you, darling,” he said.

Oh yes, please.

He held the back of my head and dragged me to him. Turning my head as his lips touched mine. I pulled him closer and nipped his lower lip with a scrape of my teeth. He gave the bite a quick lick of his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled. He shuddered as I bit his lip again, pulling it into my mouth and sucking as I grasped the back of his neck with one hand and holding our mouths together before he growled and pulled his mouth away. I tried to chase him for more. His teeth nipped my lip, my chin, and then he sucked on my throat, as he pressed my back against the wall before he gave another kiss to my mouth.

I gasped as two fingers trailed lower on my body, over my waist, across my stomach, over my mound, before he caressed my clit. I smiled into the kiss at the ability of the man. He knew where things were. There was no asking for anything from him—he already knew.

He lowered himself, kneeling between my legs, with his enormous hands wrapped around my thighs as he pulled them further apart and he inhaled and glanced up at the line of my body, meeting my eyes.

The way he looked made me tremble.

His fingers slid upward as he took my leg and hooked it over his shoulder. A soft growl emitted from his throat as he sniffed between my thighs, his eyes closing with a hum.

“Such a wet and luscious pussy.” His thumb circled my clit as his tongue licked over my slit and a finger entered me. I arched, my hand touched his head, as he hit my g-spot first time. He feasted on my pussy, his tongue lapping between my folds. I lost my mind as he closed his lips over my throbbing clit and sucked.

“Oh fuck,” I cried as my fingers entwined through his soft blond stresses. He didn’t stop, and I cried out, shocked me that a beta had seduced such a quick orgasm from me.

“Too quick,” he growled. But he looked up as he smiled into me, obviously content with coaxing two orgasms out of me.

“Ready for number three?” he asked, but I knew where this was leading and I wasn’t in need of penetrative sex. I preferred to go home and use a vibrator on myself. Even my ex, James, didn’t fulfil me in that way.

I had to put him off for a little longer, give him what he needed, and then I could leave. I smiled. “You need one first.”

He groaned as I pushed the heel of my hand over his closed zipper. My eyes fluttered. He was making me hazy. I’d say he had a scent, but my suppressants zapped my omega senses and betas didn’t have a strong smell, but this man was super turned on and his beta scent wasn’t as bland as I expected. It was soothing, delicious, chocolate and clean linen.

He walked backwards to the sofa as I loosened the button on his trousers, pressing at the bulge behind the fabric. He lifted his hips and helped me pull his trousers and boxer briefs over his thighs. His cock bobbed free, long, thick, and seeping with arousal. He blinked, and I knew he was desperate for my mouth on his cock.

“Number one,” he groaned, and the ragged tone of his voice caused wetness to pool between my thighs, making me desperate for my number three. His powerful stomach muscles flexed and his fingers dug into the back of the chair, letting me take control.

Good beta.

I dropped to my knees and kept my eyes on his as I licked in one straight line along his jumping cock, pumping my hand around the length. I smeared my tongue across the weeping head of his cock. It was smooth and intoxicating, tasting as divine as his smell.

His mobile rang.

My eyes flickered up to the chiming. He snatched his mobile. “Leave it downstairs,” he growled and disconnected.

I wrapped one hand around his base and stared at his size for one minute. This was going in my mouth, but his cock was bigger than any I had ever seen and knew it would feel amazing inside me.

One hand cupped his balls, and the other continued pumping as I took him deep in my mouth.

“Look at me,” he growled. My eyes flicked up and locked with his, my gaze considered him. His chest puffed out as I looked at him through my lashes. Goosebumps popped on the back of my neck.

He’s an alpha.