My Best Friend Father's Omega

Chapter 18: I'm Not Done With You

Iris's POV

The room was thick with the scent of us.

His breath was steady against my temple, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on my hip, like he was memorizing the shape of me.

The heat was a living thing inside me, and it purred at his touch, stretching lazy and content beneath his hands.

I couldn't sleep. My body was too aware of his, every shift of his muscles, every exhale, the way his c**k twitched against my thigh even in sleep, like it knew I was still there. Like it was waiting. The realization made my stomach turn. I pressed my lips together, willing the ache between my legs to quiet, but it only grew sharper, insistent. A whine built in my throat before I could stop it.

Rafael's fingers stilled. His voice was rough with sleep, but his grip on my hip tightened immediately, possessive even half-asleep.

"Greedy little omega." His thumb dragged over the dip of my waist, slow and deliberate, like he was testing how much I’d let him take. It felt so good, my body arched into his touch without permission.

I swallowed. "I wasn’t..."

"Stop lying." His chuckle vibrated against my back, dark and knowing. Then his hand slid lower, fingers splaying over my stomach, pressing just enough to pin me in place. "You were thinking about waking me up." His lips brushed the shell of my ear. "Weren’t you?"

My breath hitched. The heat flared, sharp and demanding.

"I was thinking about leaving," I lied, but my voice cracked, giving me away.

His grip tightened. "No, you weren’t." He rolled onto his back, taking me with him, until I was sprawled half across his chest, his c**k already thickening beneath me.

His eyes were heavy-lidded but sharp, missing nothing. "You were thinking about how empty you are." His free hand slid between us, fingers teasing over my thigh, close but not close enough. "Weren’t you, Iris?"

I should have denied it. But the heat was a fire in my veins, and his name on my lips felt like surrender. "Yes," I breathed.

His smirk was slow, satisfied. "Then take what you need."

For a second, I just stared at him. This was a test. A game. He was giving me control, and that was more dangerous than if he’d pinned me down and taken it.

My hands trembled where they braced against his chest, his skin was warm, the crisp hair there rough against my palms. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, beneath my fingers. The contrast made my head spin.

I shifted, straddling him properly, the movement making his c**k drag against me, thick and heavy. A shudder ran through me.

"Like this?" My voice was thinner than I wanted it to be.

His hands settled on my hips, not guiding, just holding.

"However you want it." His thumbs traced circles on my hipbones, his gaze locked on mine. "Show me how you f**k yourself when you’re alone, Iris."

The words hit me like a punch. My face burned. *"I don’t..."

"You can't lie to me Iris." His grip flexed, just enough to remind me who was really in control. "Do it. Let me see how you touch yourself when no one’s watching."

I hesitated. But the heat was a demanding thing, and his c**k was right there, and the thought of riding him while he watched, while he talked, made my c**t throb. I rocked my hips experimentally, gasping at the friction. His c**k twitched beneath me, the tip already wet, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

"That’s it," he murmured. "Just like that. f**k, you’re soaked." His voice dropped, rough and dark. "I can smell you. You’re dripping all over me, aren’t you?"

A whimper escaped me. I rocked again, harder this time, my c**t dragging against the thick ridge of his c**k. Pleasure spiked through me, sharp and bright, and I moaned, my nails digging into his chest.

"Good girl." His hands slid up to my waist, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. "Tell me what you’re thinking about."

I shook my head, but my hips didn’t stop. "I..."

"Tell me," he repeated, his voice a command. "Or I’ll stop you."

The threat made me whine. "You," I admitted, breathless. "I’m thinking about you f*****g me. About how big you are. About how it hurts so good when you..." A broken sound tore from my throat as I ground down harder, my c**t screaming for more.

His c**k jerked beneath me. "About how what, Iris?" His voice was a growl now, his hands tightening on my waist. "Say it."

"About how you stretch me," I gasped. "About how you fill me up until I can’t...can’t breathe..." My voice broke on a moan as I found a rhythm, my thighs burning, my body coiling tight.

"f**k, yes." His hips lifted just enough to meet my movements, his c**k sliding against me, the friction maddening. "You’re going to come just like this, aren’t you? Rubbing that pretty cunt all over me like a slut."

The word sent a jolt through me. "Yes...please..."

"Not yet." His hands shot up, gripping my wrists, stilling my movements. I whined, my body aching for release. "You don’t get to come until I say so."

I glared at him, but my voice was wrecked, needy. "You really have to be this cruel, don't you?"

His smirk was all teeth. "And you love it." Then his voice dropped, low and dark, wrapping around me like a promise. "You’re going to come on my c**k, Iris. But first, you’re going to beg for it."

could feel my resistance crumbling, my body already trembling on the edge.

"Please," I whispered.

"Louder." His c**k twitched beneath me, the tip pressing against my entrance, so close...

"I need to come." My hips jerked helplessly, trying to chase the friction. "Please, please..."

His hands slid down to my hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "Since you asked so nicely." Then he lifted me, just enough to line himself up, and slammed me back down.

The stretch was insane. I screamed, my back arching, my nails raking down his chest. He was *lso big, filling me up in one brutal thrust, and the angle, f**k, the angle hit that spot inside me that made my vision white out.

"That’s it," he growled, his hands gripping my hips, controlling my movements. "Take me like a good girl. You’re so f*****g tight, Iris. I can feel you milking me already."

I couldn’t form words, couldn’t do anything but feel, the stretch, the burn, the way his c**k dragged against that spot with every thrust. My body was a live wire, coiling tighter and tighter, my orgasm just out of reach, and then he slowed.

I snarled. "Don’t you dare..."

His grip on my hips turned punishing, his thrusts shallow, lazy. "You’ll come when I say you can come."

"You bastard..." I bucked against him, but he held me still, his c**k barely moving inside me, just enough to keep me on the edge, just enough to torture me.

"Such a greedy little omega." His voice was a dark chuckle, his breath hot against my neck. "Begging for it already."

I was so close. My body was screaming for another release, my c**t throbbing, my inner walls clenching around him.

His hips rolled, just once, his c**k dragging against that spot, and I screamed, my body trembling on the brink.

"I need to come!" My voice was raw, desperate. "Please, please..."

His c**k finally picked up speed, his thrusts deep and punishing. "Come for me, Iris. Now."

The command sent me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, my body locking around him, my vision whiting out as I screamed. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, his own release tearing out of him.

I collapsed against his chest, boneless, my body still trembling with aftershocks. His arms wrapped around me. His voice was rough in my ear.

"Mine."

I didn’t have the energy to argue.

His breath was steady against my temple, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The heat was a dull, satisfied hum now, my body sated for the moment. But I could feel it already, the slow build, the anticipation of the next wave. My thighs were sticky with him, my skin marked where his teeth had been. I should have been horrified. Should have been running.

Instead, I pressed my face into his chest and breathed him in.

His chuckle vibrated against my skin. "Already thinking about the next round, omega?"

I didn’t answer, didn’t have to. My body betrayed me, shifting restlessly against him, my c**t already throbbing again.

"Good." His hand slid down to grip my ass, his fingers digging in possessively. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

And just like that, the fire inside me roared back to life.