Page 13 of Welcome to Seaman's Cove: Part One
Apart from him eating me out like I was his favorite meal last night, and our brief moment in the cave, we haven’t done much more than cuddle and hold hands. But there’s constantly a low simmer of lust in the bond that never seems to dissipate. Now, as he kisses me, it rises and boils, unable to be contained anymore. I want to give inand see where it goes, but I force myself to lean away from him. He chases me with his lips.
“We shouldn’t… mmph… do this… mmph… here,” I try to protest between kisses, but I’m already soaking my panties in slick.
He nips my bottom lip and trails kisses down my neck, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts as his tongue traces his bond mark. “Let me, starfish,” Caspian growls. “Please.”
Maybe a stronger omega would be able to resist, but I’ve never claimed to be that girl. He’s my bonded mate, and I’m just as desperate for him as he is for me.
I widen my stance, opening so he can access my pussy easier. He takes the opportunity, slipping two fingers into my core and finding my sweet spot instantaneously. How is he so good at that? After only one night of fooling around, he knows my body better than any man ever has before. Within seconds, I’m already climbing toward a release.
I bite his shoulder to stifle my moans. A third finger enters the mix, and the stretch sends me over the edge far too quickly, washing away all the stress of the conversation with my mom, and my dissertation, and the weirdness with Dr. Anderson.
Caspian lets me ride out my orgasm on his fingers before pulling them out of me and licking my arousal off them like it’s his favorite treat.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I mutter.
Caspian gets a wicked gleam in his eye. “Hot?”
Ohshit, I told him yesterday that one meaning forhotwas sexy stuff. He spins me quickly toward the mirror, and I’m forced to brace both hands against it to keep fromstumbling and making a fool of myself. My legs are jelly after that orgasm he yanked out of me.
Hips press against mine, his obvious erection grinding into my ass. It doesn’t matter that I just came, I’m still desperate and needy. I want to make him feel that good, too. Better, even.
When he slips my shorts down to my thighs, I’m too lost to the haze to protest about where we are, instead arching my back and pushing my backside toward him in silent request. He’s got the leggings down around his knees within seconds. The head of his thick cock glides up and down my slit, spreading my slick and rubbing against my clit on each pass. He notches himself at my entrance, but instead of sliding in, he just stays there. When I open my eyes to see what’s stopping him, I connect with his heated gaze in the mirror. I nod, pushing back to take him inside me an inch, never breaking eye contact. I don’t care if our first time is in a department store dressing room. I want this. I wanthim. Now.
He works his way into my body with shallow strokes, stretching me to my limit at this angle until his hips are flush with mine.
I can’t stop watching him—us—in the mirror. He draws back, then pumps deep inside me again, and it takes everything in me not to whimper aloud. His hands cover mine on the mirror, and he starts fucking me in earnest.
The sounds of my slick as he thrusts are obscene enough that anyone walking by would be able to guess exactly what we’re doing. Knowing that sends a thrill through me, and I clench down on his cock, making his hips stutter. When his knot brushes my entrance, I wiggle one hand free and reach back, pushing on his abs.
“No knot. Not here.” I’m breathless, but Caspian seems to understand, thrusting deep and grinding his knot against my clit, but not pushing it inside me.
When I feel him start to thicken, I pull off his shaft, spinning and dropping to my knees. My mouth covers the head of his cock and one hand begins to pump him quickly, the other reaching between my legs to rub at my swollen clit. It isn’t long before his hot cum washes over my tongue, the taste of limes and honey sending me into the abyss of bliss as well.
When the haze clears, reality comes crashing back in. Holy fuck. Did we just do that? We could have gotten in serious trouble. In a flash, I’m back on my feet, pulling up my shorts and putting his cock back into his pants—myleggings. I grab his discarded shirt and throw it at him, scooping up the clothing he was supposed to try on, deciding to just buy all of it and get the hell out of here.
We can’t stay here smelling like sex. I glance in the mirror and realize I don’t just smell like sex, I look thoroughly ravished, too.
Fuck it, they make online shopping for a reason.
10
As soon as Hunter storms into the apartment after class, he goes straight for his office. I follow him, of course. How could I not? Something’s clearly wrong. The man’s stomping, for fuck’s sake.
Hunter’s office looks just like him. All buttoned up and organized, thick textbooks alphabetized along built-in mahogany shelves. A cognac leather couch sits under the only window in the room, directly across from the regal looking desk that must weigh a ton. How did he even get it up here? Even the stacks of papers he’s grading are in perfectly pristine piles along the console table that sits on the exposed brick wall on the right. I want nothing more than to muss up those papers and disrupt his stoic office. Much like I’d like to shake up his tightly controlled life.
He throws open the humidity controlled cabinet where he keeps his most priceless manuscripts and starts pulling out tomes that look like they’re nearly ready to fall apart. His personal collection.
“What are you looking for?” I hop on his desk, swinging my legs. I love when he gets worked up like this.
“Nothing.”
“Right. Because you always tear your office apart after teaching.”
There’s a pile of books on the desk now, and he’s flipping through them with the vigor of a man in love and with just as much frustration.
“I take it the sweet little omega was in your last class?” I lean back on my hands, examining my oldest friend.
He looks up from his search, crossing his arms defensively. “Why do you say that?”
