Dex
Weird Otto was starting to be my favorite incarnation of my Alpha.
I was still confused by his sudden insistence that I detour through the grocery store on my way home, but it was pushed to the way back of my mind when Otto rushed me into a warm bath.
And that rich delicious smell that had greeted me when I walked in? Otto had swapped our planned pizza delivery for my favorite meal from the diner. Hot beef and rich gravy with noodles and a crisp green salad, what’s not to love?
But when I pushed my clean plate away? Otto cranked date night up to a thousand.
Standing up, he offered a hand to pull me to my feet but instead of letting go, he tugged lightly and led me to the center of the living room.
“May I have this dance?”
I looked up at him, cocking my head in confusion. “You want to dance? With me?”
Otto smiled and leaned down, pressing a light kiss on my lips. “Yes, baby, I want to dance with you.”
“Um, I guess.” Unsure what to do, I stood there as Otto lifted my arms to loop them behind his neck and wrapped his around my waist pulling me close.
Our feet began to move in time to the music, but we were more just shuffling and rubbing together than anything that could really be described as dancing. Otto kept one of his big, warm hands politely in the small of my back, holding me closewhile the other one wandered lower, cupping my butt so our lower bodies had more friction.
It was freaking amazing but with my belly bump in the way, I couldn’t get close enough and I whimpered my disapproval.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can’t get close enough,” I whined, arching my back to try anyway.
Otto chuckled darkly and reached up to catch my left wrist, using his grip on it to spin me around and position me with my ass to his groin. “Better?”
“Almost,” I muttered, grinding back against him as I pulled my wrist from his hand, bringing it down to my dick. When he rubbed his palm over it, giving me the friction I craved, I groaned and thrust against his hand. “Oh, gods!”
Soft ballads were still playing but our dancing was getting dirtier the longer we moved together. Otto’s hard cock was grinding against my crease through the soft fabric of my lounge pants and after a few minutes, his hand slid beneath my waistband, slipping in to wrap around my dick.
“Mm, my dirty Omega was going commando, was he?”
I nodded, my head rubbing against his shoulder, shivering as the callouses on his fingers rubbed against my sensitive flesh. “Want you, Alpha.”
“Yeah?” Otto bent his knees, lowering his body so he could reach between my legs more easily, easing my balls out of the way to slide his finger through my crease. “Oh, yeah you do,” he crooned, rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings and making me whine again.
Pulling his finger free, he raised it to his lips, his arm closing lightly around my throat to make it possible. Licking my slick from his digit, Otto lowered his head to my neck, sucking on the soft skin there. “Delicious, baby.”
“Alpha, please.” I knew I was begging but I didn’t care. Hell, he might not remember it, but I already proven that I had no fucking self-control when it came to my desire for Otto. “Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you?” Otto’s voice was deep and rough. “Oh, no. That is absolutely not going to happen. Not tonight.”
I was already shaking against him, barely certain that my legs were going to hold me up. “Please?”
Without warning, Otto swooped me up in his arms and cradled me gently. “No, baby,” he said softly. “I am absolutely not going to fuck you tonight, but I am going to make love to every inch of you. Deal?”
Another wave of need shuddered through me. “Deal.”
~*~
Otto
One of the many down sides of having fucked up and ended up in prison in my early twenties is that the majority of my sexual experience was from quick and dirty encounters with other Alphas when the guards turned a blind eye. Not exactly the sort of history that I could draw on to craft a romantic first time for the Omega my heart was set on.
And while Taylor had been a huge help with the romantic details of the date portion of the night, I wasn’t about to ask him for crib notes on how to be a better lover. That meant that I spent the hours I had on my own taking notes as I read romance novels, slipping into romance chatrooms on the internet, and,yes, watching porn. The kind with tags likeromantic, making love,andreal sweet IRL husbands.
