Page 10 of His Innocent Omega
Pulling his arms over his head, I wrapped the soft material around his slender wrists, binding his hands together. Checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and he could still wiggle his fingers. This would keep his hands off his dick.
His eyes gleamed with an intense fire at this new development, his body writhing restlessly on the bed. His breath was coming in short gasps and pants, while needy whimpers fell from his lips.
He was a mess. A fucking, beautiful, perfect mess.
I had made him the mess he was, and the powerful feelingof knowing I was the reason he looked like a debauched angel, went straight to my head.
Mate!My wolf reminded me, in case I had forgotten. Not likely. I just had no plans to do anything about it. A mate wasn’t in the cards for me, even if Fate decided it was so.
Pushing his long, slender legs up until his knees rested against his chest spread him wide open for me. His pink hole was on full display, glistening with an abundance of slick. Scooping some off his skin, I lubed up my fingers with it. He was so wet, dripping onto the sheets, I needn’t have bothered.
“Fuck me,” he whimpered, needy and demanding, his hazel eyes mere slits in his flushed, sweaty face.
I raised an eyebrow at him sternly. “I’m in charge here boy, not you. I’ll fuck you when I decide you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, Sir, I’m so ready.” He tossed his head on the pillow, his slightly damp with sweat curls spreading out all around his head.
Two thick fingers roughly pushed into him, and he gasped at the intrusion. While his hole sucked my fingers into his body, he pushed away, trying to scramble back on the bed. Away from the burn of the intrusion. “You’re not.”
While the rim job had softened his hole and opened him up a tiny bit, he was nowhere near stretched out enough to take me. Not bragging, but I was a big alpha and I had the dick to match. Not only in length, but girth.
If he was a virgin like he said–and nothing so far had led me to believe he was lying–he needed to be stretched a hell of a lot more than he was. He was tight and inexperienced, and I wasn’t about to hurt him on purpose. Even with his omega body gushing so much slick, there was still going to be a burn when mycock opened him up.
Shushing him, I worked him open with my fingers, stretching him and finally rubbing over his prostate. His body bowed at the first slide over that sweet spot, coming straight off the bed. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock, running down his length, and slick slid out of his hole around my fingers. Deftly, I used my free hand to grip his hard cock, my movements matching the pace of my fingers inside him as I finger fucked him hard.
The room filled with his panting cries, his body jerky against my fingers and hands. His balls were drawn tight against his body.
“Come.”
He took the word for the command it was. Thick ropes of cum shot from his dick, painting his stomach and chest in perfect pearly white lines.
Not able to stop myself, I leaned down and licked at a stripe of white, tasting him. Salt and tang exploded on my tastebuds and it was my turn to moan. I could gladly lick all of his cum up and be a happy man.
His cheeks were flushed, almost as if he was in the throes of a fever, his curls plastered darkly to his head. His eyes were closed as he panted and shook, his hands still bound above his head.
Running a hand down his chest, through the cum mess he had made on himself, I demanded, “Color?”
If he answered with anything besides green, my dick might explode on its own. I couldn’t recall a time I had ever been as hard and aching as I was in that moment.
His eyes fluttered open, the green in them drowning out the other colors that made up his hazel eyes. I wasn’t sure he was actually seeing anything around him. He was boneless, sated, and absolutely stunning. My dick jerked at the mere sight of him stretched out on the bed before me.
“Color?” I repeated, as he blinked at me sluggishly. If he wasn’t already in subspace, he was damn close.
“Oh,” his voice was like sandpaper from all the moaning he’d been doing, but it was sexy as hell. “If there’s a color beyond green, I’m that color.”
He slurred the words a little, and a small smile graced my face. I hadn’t even fucked him yet, and he was already completely blissed out.
His eyes narrowed a little, and he somehow managed to lean up towards me, even with his hands tied over his head. Flexible little shit, I thought admiringly.
“You have dimples,” he observed, his voice soft and dreamy.
Instantly, I stopped smiling, sliding the scowl I’ve perfected over the years back in place. “No, I don’t.”
“Fuck, they’re hot.”
My wolf snickered at that, preening a bit. I wasn’t a vain man, but I was enjoying the fact that he found me attractive, and I knew I looked damned good for my age. My body was better than some men half my age.
Catching his bottom lip in my teeth, I nipped it with just enough bite for him to take notice. He whimpered, but it was the kind of sound that told me I was far from hurting him. The exact opposite, in fact. Or maybe it had hurt him and he enjoyed a little pain. He had certainly gotten off on the spanking. He rubbed his body against mine sensuously, stretching and arching his back, flexing his fingers and tied wrists.
