Knot a Good Idea (Bittersweet Omegas #4)

Chapter 22

22

APRIL

I don’t know where we are, only that if Liam doesn’t touch me again, I’m going to scream.

These are all pre-Heat symptoms—the desperate need for touch, the flushed skin, and the intense arousal.

I took my suppressants right before I left with Liam, but they haven’t kicked in yet.

My pre-Heat has never been this intense before, and I know two orgasms is hardly enough.

I’m ready for him to devour me, here in this rest stop in his roomy back seat.

My nipples ache under my sweater, desperate to be touched, and my cunt clenches on nothing.

Liam crawls over me, caging me in with his body, and kisses me.

He tastes like sweet mint as he sucks on my tongue until I’m whimpering in his mouth, begging for more. I claw at his hair, pulling harshly on his scalp while he groans. I lift my hips to move against him, rutting against the thick outline of his cock.

“Please,” I whisper once his mouth descends to my neck. “Liam, please .”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, moving off me so he can unbutton my jeans. I lift my hips, helping him pull them off, along with my soaked underwear.

The backseat fills with the scent of my slick, sweet and pungent.

“Oh,” Liam whispers after my jeans are off and on the floor of the car. “You’re beautiful here.”

He kneels on the floor, his face inches from my cunt. “And so wet,” he whispers. “Fuck, I…please let me taste you.”

“Only if I can taste you,” I breathe.

I’ve never wanted to do something like this. Blowjobs always felt like a chore, never something I could enjoy.

But I need to make Liam feel as good as I do.

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

I grin at the flush that suddenly colors his face in the dim light of the car. “Yes.” I reach to tug at his scalp, and he closes his eyes and groans.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “ Fuck. ”

It takes some maneuvering, but Liam ends up on his back on the seat, and me kneeling over him with my knees on either side of his head. I face toward his crotch, and he grips my hips and pushes me onto his mouth before I can protest.

I hold myself up as he licks me, drunk with pleasure as I bounce on his face.

He squeezes my ass and moans into my cunt while I struggle to hold myself up.

He’s just as talented as Hunter is at eating me out.

He’s just as willing, too. I smear my cunt over his lips and nose as he licks up my wetness, growling into my slit.

I close my eyes and breathe in our scents, the car filled with the aroma of sugar and mint.

I’m ridiculously close to coming as I wiggle my ass, bouncing my hips up and down on his tongue. He slaps my backside, and the sting is enough to send me over the edge.

I have no idea how Liam continues to breathe through the flood of slick that I drench him with, but I’m too lost in pleasure to care.

I beg, whimper, and cry out as he suckles my clit and massages my asscheeks through my release.

When my eyes finally open again, my face is inches from the bulge in his jeans.

I palm him, and he’s rock hard.

He finally removes his face from my cunt to breathe as I stroke him. “I’m not going to last long if you do that,” he groans. “I’m close just from tasting you.”

“Good,” I hiss, working at his jeans. I pull his cock from his boxers, marveling at his thick length.

At my touch he jerks underneath me, and I grin as I reach town to suck at his tip, licking up his precome.

“Oh, sweet fuck ,” he gasps. Then, he returns his mouth to my cunt, swirling circles around my clit.

I open my mouth and lower my head onto him.

He barely fits in my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate him. He hits the back of my throat, but there’s still more of him to take.

By the time I take him as deep as I can, hitting my gag reflex, he’s growling into my cunt.

Feral sounds escape him and the vibrations go straight to my cunt, his mouth acting as a primal vibrator.

It’s ridiculous, filthy, and fun.

I hollow out my cheeks, sucking as hard as I can while working the rest of his length with my fist. His hips jerk up, pushing his cock deeper down my throat, and I gag.

I teeter on the edge, so close to another orgasm that my nipples ache and my cunt flutters.

Suddenly, I feel a sensation on my other hole.

Liam’s finger brushes against a spot no one else has touched, and I jolt in surprise and pleasure.

He rubs it gently, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I start to come all over his face.

I scream around his length, taking his thick cock even deeper until my nose hits the fabric of his boxers.

White shines behind my eyelids and Liam begins to fuck my throat, pushing up his hips. Spit pools out of my mouth and tears run down my cheeks, but I let him take his pleasure just as hard as I’ve taken mine.

He pulls his mouth away from my cunt and groans. “April…sweetheart…fuck…I’m going to knot…”

He reaches for my shoulder, as if to pull me away from him, but I keep my head down and take as much of him as I can while fighting my gag reflex.

“I’m going to fill your mouth,” he pants. “Baby, I can’t wait any longer, I need to come …”

His cock thickens and I pull back a little, allowing myself some room in case he becomes too big in my mouth.

I wish I could keep him down my throat. I wish he could knot my mouth fully and keep his cock there, using me as his personal cockwarmer.

The errant thought startles me as Liam’s cum shoots into my mouth. I do my best to swallow everything he gives me, but my body is so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that some of it shoots on my face and down my neck.

We’re making a mess all over his fancy car.

But he doesn’t seem to care. He continues licking me, feasting on my pussy and playing with my asshole until I’m coming again and again.

I lick his cock clean, suckling at the tip and licking his thick knotted base until I’m thoroughly exhausted, resting my face on this thigh and panting heavily. I can’t hold my weight up anymore and I sag against Liam’s body, my pussy resting on his face.

But he continues licking, keeping me awake as aftershocks of release tremble through me.

I lose all concept of time until he finally stops.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, my body exhausted.

He gently maneuvers us so I’m able to curl up in the backseat. I hear a door opening, then the trunk. When I open my eyes again, Liam is helping me sit up and pressing a damp clean cloth to my face and neck.

He’s dressed again, but his hair is still messy from me running my hands through it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, guilt lacing his tone. His lips are pulled into a thin line and his brow is furrowed with worry.

I look at him incredulously. “What for?”

He continues to wash away the evidence of what we did, cleaning me gently. “I…I was too rough with you. I didn’t imagine the first time this happening with you was in the backseat of my car. You deserve better.”

“Liam, I deserve double digit orgasms, and that’s exactly what you gave me.” I run a hand through his hair, and he slightly relaxes. “I enjoyed every second of it.”

He nods. “I did, too. I mean, obviously,” he chuckles.

I try to grab the cloth from him, but he doesn’t let me. “Also, this is very sweet, but I can clean myself up,” I murmur. “You don’t have to do all this.”

He looks confused. “But I want to,” he says softly. “Why wouldn’t I want to do this for you?”

His question stops me. Now that rational thought is back in my brain, the answer is on the tip of my tongue.

Because I don’t deserve this.

I’m broken.

“I’m not a...” I meet his puzzled expression. “Liam, you’re too good for me.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t do that,” he whispers. “ Don’t. ” His voice shakes with intensity. “You are .”

“There are things you don’t know about me,” I say gently. “And, I mean, I signed a contract to pretend to be your girlfriend for money . What does that say about me?”

I freak out at locked doors. I’m barely a functioning person.

“It says that you’re smart with your business choices,” he says, his expression softening. He goes back to running the cloth along my skin. “And about not knowing everything about you,” he breathes, “you’re kind. You’re fun. And you see me. You see me, and you accept me. And…I hope you’ll let me see more of you, too. Because I love all of it so far.”

I stiffen at the word love , but he doesn’t notice.

Was that a slip of the tongue?

Of course it was.

We’re just having fun.

None of this is real.

But with the way Liam looks at me, his eyes bright and shining, I’m not sure how long I can keep lying to myself.

We drive the rest of the way to the pack house, both of us unable to keep the smiles off our faces.

“Donovan and Hunter are out until later tonight,” Liam explains, almost giddy. “So, we have the house to ourselves.”

“Where are they?”

“They’re at the Axton office. They usually never use it this late, but I told them it wasn’t fair that they had all the extra time with you. Also, I bribed Hunter.”

“With what?”

“A special edition board game that’s out of production.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I reached out to a collector. It worked out.” The smile doesn’t leave his face.

“You didn’t have to do all that, Liam.” But my face flushes, and I can’t help but feel honored.

He scoffs and places his hand on my knee, his finger gently rubbing it. “You’re worth all of it. Time with you is priceless.”

I shake my head, unable to believe him.

When we pull up at the packhouse, I realize I forgot how big it is.

I haven’t even explored every room yet. I’ve been in their game room, their home theater, but never their offices.

Nor have I been in Liam’s bedroom.

“So, are we having a slumber party?” I joke as he parks the car.

“We absolutely are. We should shower first, though.”

He turns to me from the driver’s seat and gives me a pointed look.

“I agree. We should shower,” I grin.

He opens the car door for me, takes my hand, and leads me inside.