Sauter (Ironside Academy, #3)(111)
Hit by a moment of panic, she immediately tried to clench her legs together, but he must have predicted her, because his boots were suddenly between her feet, kicking her legs out wider.
“This is the group’s second debut,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he gripped her inner thigh, his other hand slowly wrapping her hair around his fist. “You should make everyone sick with jealousy. Violent with it. Nothing should look better than the three of you dancing together. Every single person watching should want to peel their own skin off just to be you.”
He cupped her between the legs, one of his fingers lightly stroking against her clit. “But first … you need to feel all of that for yourself.”
She didn’t know what to say or do. Her throat felt painfully dry, her limbs threatening to go weak and collapse her into a pile of bones on the ground.
“D-Does this feel so good because of the bond?” she squeaked out in surprise, her hands flying up to support herself against the drawers when he tugged her head back against his chest, bowing her body backwards.
“No.” Oscar breathed deeply against the top of her head before drawing slow, gentle circles around her clit.
No?
She froze, and he quickly spun her around, leaning down to capture her mouth.
“I meant yes,” he growled into the kiss. “So don’t fucking worry.” He knelt, pushed her dress up to her hips and buried his face between her legs, a second growl vibrating out of his body and into hers. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and began to lick her roughly, all gentleness dropping away from him. He sucked her clit and scraped his teeth over her, making her jolt in his hands before he thrust his tongue into her, pushing it deep into her channel before returning his attention to her clit, a groan building up in his chest. As soon as she neared orgasm, he pushed her dress higher and sank his teeth into her stomach, causing her to yelp out in pain.
“No orgasms. That’s for later,” he snapped, pulling up and spinning her around again, kneeling behind her. “Step.”
She glanced down, blinking in surprise at the leotard he held open, waiting for her to step into. She did, and he slid it up her legs and over her hips. He flicked her dress off, pressing behind her as he reached for her breasts.
“So perfect,” Oscar mumbled, squeezing them gently at first, and then harder. “You’re almost dressed, baby.”
He released her, and she heard the rustling of his clothing before something hot and hard was pressing against her ass. He pulled open the back of her leotard, pushing his cock into the material, nestling it between her legs. He paused there—with her frozen in shock—and cupped her breasts again, his tongue running up along the back of her ear.
She shuddered, and he pulsed between her legs.
“Colour?” he whispered, his rough voice making her shudder.
“Yellow.” Her voice was barely audible, but he must have heard her anyway.
“Because you don’t want to be late or because you can feel my dick, Carter?”
“D-Don’t want to be la—”
He started pushing against her, shocking her into silence. She could feel all of the honey dripping out of her, coating him as he sawed a few inches back and forth, and she almost came just from the knowledge that she was soaking him and he was allowing it. He pinched her nipples and she spasmed, her empty channel clenching desperately.
“Need more,” she demanded quietly, wriggling to get some relief, but he was so careful to avoid her clit, to continue denying her the orgasm she had lost.
“Fuck.” He pushed against her entrance and then backed off a little, suddenly gripping and jerking along his own length, the head of his dick bobbing at her slick entrance with every stroke.
“You’re going to dance with me on you,” he commanded. “In you. You’re mine.”
His other hand fell between her legs, finding her clit and pinching it roughly. “Ask me to come in you and I’ll let you come with me. All you have to do is ask, baby.”
She should have been thinking things like “Oscar is insane” and “will this cause the Alphas to surge” and “will this cause a public bloodbath,” but instead, there was nothing in her mind past trembling heat and desperation.
She nodded and felt a sharp tug on her clit in response.
“I don’t hear you asking,” Oscar snarled, quickening his strokes in a threatening way, like he was going to go ahead and do it anyway.
“I w-want it.” She tried to push back against him, and he grunted.
“Prove it, Illy.” He increased the pressure against her clit until she felt her orgasm building back up again.
“I want to wear you while I’m dancing,” she begged quietly, ashamed of her own words. “I want you all over me.”
“Mhm.” He pushed until he was firmly notched against her pussy lips, forcing himself in barely even half an inch. “Put your fingers in your mouth, baby. You’re about to scream.”
“W-What?”
“Do it,” he grunted, swatting her right across the front of her pussy. “Now. Three of them. Suck on them.”
She quickly slipped three fingers into her mouth.
“Good girl. Turn your head and show me.”
She tilted her head, her cheek pressing to the drawers, and felt his cock twitch against her. “There’s my pretty … girl, fuck.” He released his twitching length and briefly grasped her wrist, pushing her own fingers deeper into her mouth before he cupped her breast again, rubbing her clit harder as he teased her nipples. “Time to scream, Rabbit.”