“Alaric.” Beckham nearly growls, almost stomping into the booth on the other side. His door clicks shut and his footsteps come to a halt. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Yeah, that’s what I thought, I think smugly.
He’s completely silent after he snarls at me, and I decide to add fuel to the fire by placing my mouth at the hole, opening wide, and dropping my tongue. My piercing is a bar bell, and it’s currently taunting him.
The Frenzy has a reputation for being one of the best sex clubs in the city. Everything is well cleaned, so I’m not worried about where I put my mouth here. It’s what I want inside it that I’m concentrating on instead.
Pushing everything out of my mind, I focus on my omega and pleasing him. Bit by bit, our pack will find ways to make him feel safe with us. Inhaling deeply, I groan, showing him how fucking eager I am to suck his cock. My mouth is watering, and I’m sure saliva is pooling on my tongue, as well as dripping onto the ground in front of him.
I can be a greedy whore for my omega. I need to feel the heavy weight of his cock slapping across my tongue. God, my dick is so damn hard, it’s making it difficult to think. Both of our scents are filling the booth, and the ball is firmly in his court.
“Fuck,” he whispers almost reverently. I can’t see him now that my mouth is covering the hole into the other half of the room, but I can hear him as he slowly unzips his pants.
I can’t help the appreciative groan as I hear the material rustle before he pulls his dick out for me.
“Patience, Mr. Gable,” he murmurs, making my knot fucking throb. I’m not sure if he’s telling himself this, or reminding me. Beckham has a way of taking my tightly held patience and lighting a match to it.
Yet, I fist my hands against my thighs and wait. It doesn’t matter if my legs fall asleep with my knees pressed against the wall, or if he decides fucking my face in a sex club means he has to edge me until I get to taste his cum. I’ll wait, however long it takes.
This means that I get to breathe his addictive scent deep into my lungs to center myself, willing to see where this goes. His scent is so heavy, I’d swear it’s sinking into the walls. I’ll be able to still smell him hours later on my skin, and my pack will know I was in his presence.
“Such a good little cock whore,” Beckham praises, his thick crown sliding along my tongue. He’s already slicking down his shaft, his slit working overtime as it pushes out his precum. “Mmm. Fuck, your mouth is so wet.”
I hold back any words I might want to give him, reveling instead in his salty-sweet flavor. Groaning my appreciation is all I can do, loving the way he slides his cock further along my tongue and into my mouth. Still, I refuse to take control and suck on him.
“Fuck, look at how good you look like this. Damn, and that tongue piercing,” he groans. “The restraint, I don’t want it, Alpha. Suck my cock or I’ll walk away, Mr. Gable.”
Scowling, I stay exactly where I am, though I release my cock from my pants and begin to squeeze my tip tightly to hold onto the pain of it to ground myself. I could blow his goddamned mind, yet here we are. I will be a fucking brat and wait him out. He needs to stop with the Mr. Gable shit.
I am his alpha, and we are in private. Use my fucking name!
“You first, Mr. Becky,” I say with my tongue still stuck out. The words are garbled, but he snorts as he makes them out.
“Such a damn brat. Have it your way,” Beckham says. “I don’t actually want to walk out of here, and my cock needs a throat hug immediately.”
Grinning on the inside, I begin to stroke my own dick as I give in just a little. I’ll have him screaming my name as he’s spilling into my mouth. I can play the long game.
Beckham pushes his way into my mouth and down my throat, and I imagine what he’ll look like as my tongue drags down the underside of his cock.
“God,” he breathes, his voice strangled as I swallow around his length. “Please, more.”
Wrapping my lips around his cock, I hollow my cheeks to suck on him. There is strength in being on your knees for someone you care about. My throat constricts and releases as I swallow, and I revel in the way Beckham whimpers.
Smirking, I feel and hear as my omega unravels. It begins slowly with his palms hitting the bar on his side of the wall to hold himself steady, and continues as his hips begin to thrust into my eager mouth. His pants are shoved down his thighs already to give him ample room, and his balls hit my chin as he face fucks me.
This is what I want. The steady loss of control. We aren’t there yet, but this is a damned good start.
I begin to purr deep in my chest, allowing the sound to move up to my throat. I’ll be my omega’s own personal vibrating fuck toy with zero shame. I have a lot of hidden talents, some of which I’ll share with him now.
“What?!” Beckham gasps, losing his ability to string together words as he feeds me his cock over and over.
I’m a drooling mess, and I give zero fucks about that, just like how my nose is beginning to run and I don’t care. My gag reflexisn’t easy to engage, but Beckham is doing a damn good job of bottoming out in my throat.
I squeeze my knot tightly with my free hand to help me imagine what his tight hole would feel like, and my eyes roll back in pleasure. Beckham’s thighs slap against my face as he punishes me for pushing him, a punishment I greedily suck down.
“Fuck, you’re like a damn machine.” He whimpers. “Alaric, yes, like that. God, I need you to swallow around me. I’m so close. The only thing better than this would be if I could fist your hair.”
Hmm, maybe next time.
