“I’ve been thinking,” I say as I get on my knees, his glorious body standing proud in front of me. My hands slide up his thighs, moving slowly as my fingers work on his zipper to pull him out. When I do, he is long and hard and everything I’ve dreamed of. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I couldn’t ask for a better mate.
“What have you been thinking, Omega?” he asks, almost on autopilot as half-lidded eyes trail over me.
“My heat,” I trail off, letting my breath fall upon his sensitive skin. His legs tense under my palms, so I dig my fingernails in slightly just before I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. He refrains from moving, waiting. I take him inside my mouth, sucking around the head before sliding him back out. “Do you think she would like to join us? I think she could help you take care of me. I bet she’d be so attentive, would listen to your every instruction on how best to take care of your omega.”
“Who?” he asks, distracted as I lick the pre-cum off him.
“Opal.”
He inhales sharply, thrusting himself further into my mouth. The reaction makes me smile around him, ecstatic that my plan is working.
I pull back again, showing my blatant smirk and watching him with knowing eyes. “Would you like that, Alpha? Would you like having two omegas to boss around, two omegas to help wring every bit of pleasure out of you… and out of each other?”
The slight bite of humiliation does things to my alpha. He knows it should be wrong, but the image solidifies as I paint the picture clearly, affecting me just as much as it’s affecting him. He slides back into my mouth, and this time, I let him take over.
His fingers tug on my curls in a painful twist, the pleasure of it dipping into my stomach with a sharp flip. The cool slide of his cock against my throat becomes heightened as he maneuvers me for his own gratification. His hips piston in a slow, controlled motion as he looks down at me with smoldering eyes. The eye contact alone has me whimpering around him, my fingers twitching at my sides as he continues to use my mouth in any way he sees fit.
God, I really fucking love this alpha.
Sex before was great, but sex with a scent match? Intimacy with someone you can literally feel belongs to you in your soul? It’s next-level stuff, and I feel it every time he holds me captive with his eyes. The way he commands my body and takes full control is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’ll never get tired of taking orders from him or having his attention on me. It’s like I was meant for this, to be on my knees for him, to show him how much I trust him. Because I know that’s the main thing for him when he lets his alpha take the reins. For his omega to trust him in every form, and that sends him straight to the brink more than any surface-level interaction ever can.
“Fuck, Omega,” he grunts, his head thrown back until he looks at me once more. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You have always been able to see through me more than anyone else. You see right into my head, right into my heart. But what you need to know is, I can see right through yours, too.”
One of his hands moves to my neck as he holds my jaw in place, angling my throat at a different angle so I can see him more clearly. His knees bend as he stuffs his cock back down my throat, filling me up right to the point of choking before he pulls back out and then does it all over again. My skin prickles with goosebumps at the new rhythm, and my dick practically spills with pre-cum on this expensive carpet.
“You picture her there with us, helping me fuck you into a writhing mess… but there’s someone else you imagine there, too, don’t you? A stoic presence that sits there in the corner as he watches you take every bit of pleasure you possibly can, just before he can’t take it any longer and gives you exactly what you want from him.”
The image of Thatcher makes something powerful shoot up my spine. The forbidden feeling of having my alpha say what I’ve only thought sends a rush through my body, but instead of admitting it, I shake my head and deny it. I try to speak around his cock, but tears form in my eyes as he drives his cock in my throat, his speed accelerating with every thrust. He chuckles in a low baritone at my refusal to admit what we both already know. “You can’t hide from me, Stardust. If he were here, you’d let him take your pretty mouth so fast. You might even beg for it, tease him until he snaps. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To see our reserved alpha lose all of that controlled dominance he hides beneath the surface?”
My fingertips scratch along the carpet, the material embedding under my nails as they slice along the rough texture.When I can’t take it anymore, I finally reach for my cock, but Sam pulls out before I can even touch it. He tsks at me, which is how I really know my alpha has come out to play because his usually overly attentive side seems to be in the backseat. His secure hold on my face never falters as he pauses his movement, waiting for me to put my arms back by my sides.
“My omega can’t take it anymore, can he?” he taunts, his thumb brushing against my swollen mouth as the head of his cock idly sits on top of my tongue. “Such a greedy little whore. I know you can come without touching yourself, and I want to see it. Be a good boy and show me.”
His words light me up once again, the feeling almost too much to bear. Sam sticks his cock back inside me, his eyes laser-focused on mine, and he moans when he slides down my throat. He controls my head, fucking my mouth with visceral timing, and when his hand goes to pull his shirt up slightly, giving me a glimpse of the muscles he has hidden beneath it, my stomach somersaults. I give a desperate whine as he hits the back of my throat, and the sound travels around him, snapping the final string he had on his composure.
His thrusts stutter, and he comes in ribbons on my tongue. Between the sticky green apple taste and witnessing the utter bliss on my alpha’s face, energy shoots down my spine and straight to my cock, where it twitches on its own and comes without any contact. My hips move on their own, grinding in the air to get any stimulation, the high so good that I don’t even notice when Sam pulls out of my mouth and reaches down, taking my cock in his hand with a vise-like grip. He pumps the rest of my orgasm out of me, causing me to wail out in surprise as the pleasure practically blinds me. More and more come shoots to the floor as he wrings me out, his gaze never leaving my face so he doesn’t miss a single second of my ecstasy.
When I come down, my knees slightly ache, and he lifts meto cradle my face. “Swallow, my love,” he says, and I do, forgetting that he had finished so pleasantly in my mouth. He sets me down on the bed and takes a moment to massage out the muscles near my knees. It’s so good to have his hands back on me that despite the intense orgasm, my cock starts to harden again, the pesky thing slapping my thigh in a mocking rhythm.
Sam reaches behind him and tugs off his shirt, throwing it to the side. Despite being completely nude from the waist down, there’s nothing better than finally seeing him in his entirety.
You’d never know that this physique was hiding under those suits or sweaters he wears, and I’m grateful for it. BecauseIam the one who gets to see him like this at the end of the day. Completely wrecked and satiated, his abs glistening with sweat from fucking me any way he wants.
He eyes my cock, his fingertips feathering over my stomach just before he flips me over.
“Maybe you should take a few minutes to recuperate,” I say, even though my body is riling up once again from being manhandled.
He shakes his head. “I don’t need a few minutes. Let me take care of my omega.”
My cheeks redden at that statement despite the throes of passion we were in just moments ago. All of the busy days and late nights and compulsive worrying don’t matter in the long run, because he is here, showing me he cares in so many ways. I give a small nod, excitement ramping up as he gets on the bed, getting on his knees behind me.
And I know it then that I’m in for a long, wonderful night.
FIFTEEN
I have to admit, there are worse things I could be doing on Valentine’s Day than watching movies with my new roommate while we eat anything and everything under the sun. Not only am I happy to finally have a cheat day from my food regimen, but it’s good to not be alone for once. Especially tonight.
Not that I’ll ever say that out loud, but still. It’s nice.
