My cock is so damn fucking hard right now, I could probably brush my hand against it and blow my load.
Leaning against the door, I try to get my breathing under control, only every time I take a breath, I nearly lose my damn mind.
Blinking my eyes open, I look around, nostrils flaring. For a moment, his scent is so strong, I thought he might be in here.
But to my disappointment, the room is empty. Might be a good thing, because I know for a fact if he was in here, I’d be going into a rut and fucking everything up.
Body humming, I shake my head, trying to think straight. There’s not much use in trying because all I want to do is find my omega and fuck him. Sink my teeth into him and make him mine. Get him on his knees and begging for my cock over and over again.
“Fuckkk.” I groan, dropping the bags to the floor and pushing myself off the door as I adjust myself.
Looking around the room, I don’t find anything special about it. It’s a typical desk, chair, shelfs, filing cabinet, and this sad as fuck looking plant in the corner.
Frowning, I walk over to it and scoff. Fake. And not a good fake plant. Is that supposed to be a Lady Palm? Pathetic.
I’ll try not to judge him too hard. But I do plan on replacing that imposter with the real deal.
My eyes drift around the room and I frown. This isn’t telling me anything about my omega. How am I supposed to weasel my way into his heart, if I can’t find anything to use in my favor?
Making my way over to his desk, I take a seat in his chair and groan. His smell is so much stronger here.
Apart from some pens, blank papers, and what I think is a paper weight, there’s nothing on his desk. I was hoping for a desktop computer I could hack into but I guess he does everything on his laptop.
Fuck. This little field trip is looking like it’s a bust.
That is until I spot something on the ground next to the desk. Bending over, I pick it up and grin like an idiot. Looks like Beckham forgot his scarf. Oh well, mine now.
Bringing it closer to my eyes, I lean back and bring the fabric up to my nose. Like a perfect line of coke, I inhale deep and slow. His scent is like a hit right to the nervous system.
“Oh god.” I choke out, my eyes rolling back. With my free hand, I quickly pop open my jean’s buttons and yank the zipper down before freeing my cock.
The moment my hand is wrapped around my shaft, I start to jerk off like my life depends on it.
Nose still buried in the scarf, I keep taking deep breaths, breathing him in over and over again.
I feel like I’m on cloud fucking nine, pleasure coursing through my veins, body on fire. Fucking electric jabs right to my balls and knot.
My mind goes right to Beckham on his knees, lips wrapped around my cock as he looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes, tears run down his cheeks while I fuck his face, making him gag over and over again. Owning him. Because I can.
“Mine,” I growl, practically strangling my cock as my grip grows tighter. “My sexy omega. My good boy. Mine. Mine.Mine.” The last word comes out as a broken growl as my body stiffens and my orgasm crashes into me. A few ropes of cum hit my shirt before I angle my cock forward, sending the rest of my release all over Beckham’s desk.
I watch as I paint the mahogany desk in white until there’s nothing left inside me.
Chest heaving, I admire my work with a smug as fuck smile on my face.
Getting to my feet, I tuck myself away then grab the scarf and wrap it around my neck. I’ll be keeping this.
I look back at his desk and with my finger, I draw a smiley face and chuckle.
Knowing I’m not going to get any information on him here, I grab the bags and lock up before leaving.
It wasn’t all for nothing. I got myself a little souvenir and left one of my own.
And I’m not sharing it! If they try to take my scarf, I’ll fucking strangle them with it. It’s mine. Only mine. They can get their own omega treasure.
For now, It’s enough to settle my alpha urges, but it won’t be long before I need another hit. And this time, I want one right from the source.
TATUM
