77. Chapter Seventy-Six

Chapter Seventy-Six

Lana

T he first thing I do is put my keys and phone down on the kitchen counter while Brooke locks the door. The first thing Brooke does is strip out of her unusual dress. It falls in a flurry of color to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but a red lacy thong and heels.

I feel frozen in place by how beautiful she is.

She’s always oozed confidence, and it’s easy to see why.

“Teri is a sweetheart, and I love the rainbow detailing, but that dress isn’t really my style.”

“You’d look good in anything.”

“But I look better like this, right?” she asks, smiling as she moves toward me.

“Well, you took my breath away when you stepped out of the dress,” I confess.

“I was kind of hoping it might convince you to do the same.”

I laugh. “I’m kind of in a state of shock that this is finally happening.”

“So, you need help to undress?” she asks.

“Maybe,” I murmur.

She puts her hands around me to unzip the skirt. She has to peel it down over my hips before it falls to the floor. I step out of my mid-height heels and kick them back, out of my way.

“I love French knickers,” she murmurs, hands moving over the lace on my ass. “So seductive.”

I pull off my top while she’s groping my behind.

“You’ve got the sexiest body,” she says, as she moves down onto her knees.

She kisses my pussy through the lace, giving me stomach flutters of anticipation.

“You don’t know how long I’ve spent thinking about this.”

“If it’s anywhere close to how long I’ve thought about it, it’s probably obsessive.”

She laughs and then looks up at me with eyes that are glistening with tears.

“If I cry, it’s only because I’m happy,” she warns me.

With that, she slowly removes my underwear, revealing my sex.

One hand moving to my ass, she strokes the inner thigh of my other leg as she moves in to lick my pussy. Her tongue is so small, and her strokes are so gentle. It’s the sexiest tease I’ve ever felt as she tastes me and experiments with different movements around my clit.

When she moves back, her eyes are dark and hazy.

“Bed, or couch?” she asks.

“Um, have you and Kellan done stuff on the couch?” I ask.

“No,” she says, nodding. “Couch it is.”

She moves up and unhooks my bra, peeling it off and chewing on her lip.

“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, the scent of her perfume getting stronger.

“Lay down on the couch,” I instruct, remembering what Pete told me.

She raises an eyebrow. “Lana. When did you get so bossy?”

“I don’t know. When they made me the boss?”

“Well, that would make sense.”

She smiles back at me as she moves her sweet ass to the couch.

Then, she sits there looking up at me with expectant eyes.

“Lay down,” I remind her.

She does what I ask.

God, she looks like a model posing for me.

Stunning. That body, and that position …

I move between her legs and tug her thong to the side.

Her pussy is smooth, hairless and pink. It’s easy to see her slick has been coming in since we kissed, making her all wet and juicy.

The sweet, fruity scent makes me groan as I move closer and start to taste her.

I drink down so much of her arousal that I know I’ll have to make her come to get her wet again.

Swirling my tongue up to her clit, I watch her squeeze her breasts while I lick her.

The deep moans I drag out of her lips are desperate and needy.

Her hips grind into my touch and when she starts to come, I can feel her slick coming back on my fingers. I push them inside her, opening her up.

I sit up as I get ready to fuck her with my hand.

She gasps under me. “More.”

I take it slow, but she gets all my fingers, and then, I hold her hip with my left hand while I fuck her with my right. I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment, but it never felt as good or looked as good as the real thing.

“Does it feel good?” I ask.

“It feels so good,” she murmurs. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to, until you come for me, Brooke.”

She groans. “I want to taste you.”

“You’ll get to taste me. We have all night.”

She sighs. “We do, don’t we?”

We don’t have to rush, so I take my time, and when she comes, bucking against me, pulling my forearm into her body, crying out in pleasure, I feel like a Goddess.

I made the most perfect female Omega I’ve ever set eyes on come.

Twice, so far, but the second was more satisfying by far.

She stills as she catches her breath.

I move my hand out of her pussy slowly, bringing my drenched fingers up to my mouth to taste them. Ripe, sweet cherries fill my senses. I could lick her all damn night.

She sits up and tilts her head. “After that claiming, I think you need to mark me.”

I smile at her as I move my hand down from my mouth. “Maybe we could do it together?”

She smiles. “I’d like that.”