He pushed me back, and dazed with pleasure as I was, I nearly fell over. He wasn’t going to allow that, though. He grabbed my tie and yanked me to my feet. My trousers and underwear sagged the rest of the way down to my ankles, but he didn’t bother to push them or my shoes off.
He shoved me back onto the bed, then climbed over me. Still having half my clothes around my ankles felt dirty and just a bit humiliating, like I wasn’t good enough for the intimacy of undressing entirely. I was a tool he needed to use to get himself off, which was exactly what he did.
Quincy wasted no time positioning himself over me, one hand holding my cock up so he could lower himself fast and hard onto my length. I growled at the sensation of his lithe, hot body enveloping me and feasted on the sight of his belly and still-hard cock as he lifted to change the angle.
“Fuck,” he gasped, rising and plunging slowly a few times before picking up his pace. I could have come right then and there, but I wanted to look at him a while longer, and I had the impression he wanted to savor me. “Put your hands over your head,” he ordered, watching me as I watched him.
I did exactly what he commanded immediately, throwing my arms up and gripping the bedcovers. Quincy seemed to love that, love the speed of my obedience. He picked up his pace even more, bouncing on me like he intended to tear a hole in his guts. He was so incredibly hot as he moved, head tipped back, mouth open in ecstasy, eyes closed. None of the porn I’d watched had come anywhere close to being as sexy as what was happening to me right then and there.
The tip of my cock started hitting hard against the tightly closed mouth of Quincy’s womb, and he started to howl and orgasm with the pleasure of it, almost as if it felt so good it caused pain. His thin cum, which I now craved the taste of, spurted all over my belly.
That was it for me. With a tight groan of pleasure and uncontrollable hip-thrusts, my knot formed, sealing us together, and I started to come. I’d never had an orgasm that felt anywhere close to what washed over me as Quincy’s body gripped me and milked me. It was heaven in the form of emptying balls. I didn’t think I’d ever be the same again.
Once we were both wrung out, Quincy collapsed over top of me, our bodies still locked together. It felt so good to have his weight and his scent all around me. I let go of the bedcovers and embraced him, even though he hadn’t ordered it. That part of the scene was over, and now I just wanted to hold and cuddle the exciting omega who had turned my world upside down.
“That was amazing,” I panted as we caught our breaths.
“Touch me, touch me,” Quincy whispered.
I knew what he was asking for. I stroked my hands over every part of his body I could reach, sparking aftershock orgasms in him. He took those orgasms so freely and greedily. It was fascinating to watch. I’d always been told omegas were or should be diminutive and conservative, that they didn’t really enjoy their heats or sex.
It was clear to me Quincy loved it all. So I worked hard to make sure he kept coming until his body didn’t have anything left.
“Thanks,” he sighed once he was finally done and the two of us just lay there together, still joined. “That really was good.”
“I’m glad,” I said, wishing there were better words.
I didn’t want to stop touching and stroking him. I wanted to learn more about his body. I wanted to get a closer look at his tattoos and piercings, but I couldn’t figure out a non-awkward way to say any of that.
“Hey,” Quincy said as my knot started to go down, rolling to the side and pulling me with him. Once we were face to face and I’d slipped out of him, he asked, “What’s your name? I didn’t look at the dossier they gave me.”
A twist of embarrassment had me heating. Best sex of my life, and the omega didn’t know my name.
“It’s Jack,” I said. “Well, it’s actually John, after my father, which is why I prefer Jack.”
“Jack,” Quincy said with a smile. He stroked the side of my face, and my dick, which had just calmed down, started to fill again. “I like Jack. It suits you. You’re not a dull boy.”
It took me a second and a blink to piece together what he was saying. Then I laughed. “I can think of some people who would argue that fact with you.”
“Fuck ’em,” Quincy said. “That was exciting. Alphas should bottom more often.”
“That wasn’t really bottoming,” I pointed out. “Your dick didn’t get anywhere near my hole.”
Quincy’s hazy eyes focused a little. “You want me to fuck you?”
“No!”
Wait, did I?
“No,” I repeated much more calmly. “At least, not while you’re the one in heat. That wouldn’t be giving you what you need.”
Quincy laughed, but there was suddenly a harsh edge to it. “No one’s been able to give me what I need for years.”
I had absolutely no idea what to do with that. He wasn’t insulting me. At least, I didn’t think so. I immediately wanted to give him everything he needed and more. It was sad that no one had been able to satisfy him.
Except if that heat wave hadn’t been satisfying, then I didn’t know what would be.
“The dossier said your name was Quincy,” I said, though it didn’t feel like the right time for introductions.
