I swallow convulsively around Beckham’s cock, and it twitches hard, making him curse violently. His breathing is harsh and fast, and I finally have him where I want him. My omega is coming undone, using me to unleash the stress and anxiety he’s been holding on his own, and I’m glad for it.
Cigarettes won’t fix what’s wrong with him, but connection with me can help ease it. He’s not alone anymore, and I’ll remind him of that whenever possible.
Beckham’s dick is making a permanent outline in my throat as he roughly uses me, and it’ll be a memory I hold onto. My voice will be hoarse, and my throat will be sore. I don’t care what the effects are, as long as I get to keep the taste of his cum on my tongue.
My dick pulses underneath my rough treatment of it, warning me that I’ll be coming soon. My vision darkens as I blindly reach for the tissues mounted on the wall to catch my release, but come up lacking. Instead, I pull my arms out of my shirt to give me some room before continuing to masturbate as my omega uses me.
“Alaric,” Beckham yells, making me work double time to drive him insane. This is the best version of “yes, Omega,” that I’ve got as I suck rhythmically on his dick.
Every thrust gets an answering pull of my mouth as I purr, leading to Beckham sobbing as he comes. His ropes of cum are my new favorite dessert as I swallow him down, and his cock muffles my garbled roar as I come all over my chest.
Beckham doesn’t move as he keeps himself pressed against the wall, not wanting to break the connection as his breaths explode sharply in the quiet room. My chest heaves with exertion, and I refuse to move back as well. I’ll stay here covered in my own cum until he’s damn well ready to move.
I’m not in a hurry.
“Fuck, I don’t want to move,” he breathes out, as if it’s a prayer. “I can’t even feel my legs.”
Yeah, my throat game is so strong, I make your muscles turn to goo. I’ll own that. And so I remain still, waiting to see what he’ll do, or if he’ll notice that he’s in charge of what happens next.
“Alaric,” he groans. “You’re seriously not going to move? Is this a new kind of chicken that I’m not aware of?”
Yep, but with your cock. I swear, his cum went down so smooth, I’ll happily say that I'm addicted to how good he tastes.
Slowly, he pulls his softening cock from my lips, and I watch through the hole as he fixes his pants. What I don’t expect is to watch him walk out without a word.
Fuck. I’m disappointed as I gaze down at the mess I’ve made of myself, jumping as the door is unlocked and opened. Beckham is disheveled and gorgeous as he stumbles inside and relocks the door, his blue eyes reminding me of sapphire crystals.
“The lock on this is shit,” he growls, making me huff out a laugh. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls back my head, and I willingly go with him as I gaze up.
“Don’t you look like a wet dream, covered in cum?” he asks, bending down to kiss my lips. His tongue demands entrance as he devours me, groaning as he searches for traces of his cum in my mouth.
Thankfully, he came so hard, he made a mess of me, so he finds exactly what he’s looking for.
“You got on your knees for me,” he rasps out. “You look like a perfect mess.”
“I sucked your soul out of your body,” I say smugly. “Of course I dropped everything for the pleasure of your cum. I seem to have made a mess of myself. Do you want to help me clean up? I can’t seem to find the tissues.”
“I think you’re beyond tissues,” Beckham says, grinning without hesitation as he pushes me until my back hits the bench.
Ahhh. I guess I know what it’s for now. His tongue laps at my chest, tracing the muscles as he cleans me up. Beckham’s groans are raw and loud as he tastes my cum, until I’m finally clean enough to be respectable.
Beckham hauls me onto my feet, catching me around the waist when my knees threaten to drop me on my ass. My legs are wobbly from my time on the ground.
“Looks like I’m not the only one having problems,” he says, amused as he kisses me.
“The thought of one day having you fuck my ass must be the reason,” I sass him, nipping at his bottom lip.
“Fuck, I can only imagine how good that would be.” Beckham whimpers.
“One day,” I grin, fixing my clothes and putting away my cock. “I need you to promise me something, Beckham.”
His eyes shutter with anxiety and suspicion, and I want to kill the person responsible for doing this to him. Beckham shouldn’tever cower under a lighthearted promise to allow me to take care of him.
“Find me when you want to smoke,” I ask with a low growl, my cum stained fingers pushing into his mouth. Beckham greedily sucks on them, and my cock responds, wondering if sucking on something else will help his anxiety.
I’ll gladly offer my cock as his pacifier if it’ll help him.
