“No…Kasey…oh God.”
One thing Omegas were good at was sucking a cock. Luckily for him, I had no gag reflux, even though it was my first time taking a real, human cock into my mouth.
He was salty, but ten times better than a flavored rubber cock that fit awkwardly in my mouth.
He didn’t fight me, although he didn’t push me against his pelvis like the handlers and teachers had us practice. Instead, it was slow.
His body at first was stiff, then slowly relaxed, letting me take control. One hand went to my hair but didn’t pull or push me where he wanted. He let me control the pace, let me take as much or as little as I wanted into my mouth.
Settling better, my body mostly leaning against his legs for support, I sucked his cock. My tongue swirled around the underside, causing him to jerk before a dot of precum escaped his tip.
“Kase…”
I breathed him in, pressing my nose to his hair, and taking him to the back of my throat.
It didn’t take long, maybe one or two swallows, before he exploded, coating my throat. I greedily drank it, sucking a few more just to make sure I got it all.
“Shit.” The Alpha pulled away, and my body swayed to stay where it was.
Panting, my own cock hard as a steel beam, I looked anywhere but at the Alpha.
He wasn’t happy. And rightfully so.
Omegas were to be quiet, to be used. Not to become some crazed sex addict on the first time an Alpha is to show kindness.
I wanted to apologize. I wanted to beg, to plead my case.
Instead, the only thing that came out was the air. My voice is gone with the wind, never to be seen or heard again.
“Sit on the bed, Kasey.” The order was given softly, almost in a way that caused my heart to flutter.
I did as order immediately.
The bedspread wasn’t soft, grating against my butt as I shifted. My feet dangled off the edge of the side, not close to touching the floor.
With my hands clasped in my lap, right below my hard cock, I kept my eyes anywhere, but where I needed to be touched.
“I…I didn’t tell you to pleasure me.”
He didn’t have to. I’d do it again, though. Over and over. Until I blacked out.
Maybe then, my own pulsing need would take a back seat. Maybe then, my cock would leak like it was crying from lack of touch.
Maybe….
The softest touch against my chin forced my head up. I kept my eyes down, refusing to meet the eyes of the strange Alpha.
“Oh, my sweet Kasey.”
I wasn’t sweet. I was nothing but that.
Dirty. Unflowered. Used. A toy.
“Can you talk to me?” Again, with a soft voice.
I breathed, tried, and failed to shut out everything.
My head jerked as my pinky moved, just enough to tickle my cock. That turned into a full-on hump of my hips, meeting nothing but air and causing a silent whine to leave my lungs.
