Page 4 of His Innocent Omega
Please don’t bring my mother into this.Nothing could deflate my dick faster than thinking about my controlling, domineering alpha mother. Rolling my eyes, I shushed my giraffe.The Taboo app vets people thoroughly, you know this. And the security system is top notch. I should know, I helped design it. Now hush, I’m nervous enough. It’s not every day I lose my virginity.
Should have done that in college like a normal person.He sniffed.
I was twelve! Ew! Gross! They have laws against that, you know? Take a nap or something, will you? I don’t need you in my head, killing the mood.
Running sweaty palms down my slacks, I didn’t know why I was so nervous. My virginity was just one more thing to mark off thelist. And not even a big thing at that. It was just a burden, an annoyance to be rid of. Just something to get over and done with. No strings, no attachments, no hassles. And with any luck, a whole lotta pleasure.
Even though I was still a virgin, and very sexually innocent–especially for a twenty-four-year-old–the alpha from the app had stirred desires in me that no one ever had before. Despite having no practical sexual experience, I knew that I wanted–needed–certain things when it came to sex. Well, in theory I knew I wanted them, because I’d never actually tried any of them. Yet.
When I had been approached by the Taboo app designers to help build a state-of-the-art cyber security system, I had known this would be a perfect place for me to make some of my fantasies a reality. And when one of their investors had pulled out of the deal, I had gladly invested my own savings, making sure I was a silent partner. I didn’t need my colleagues, other professors or my students, to find out I was part owner of a kinky app.
The app was designed to bring kink minded individuals together for a scene, or a random hookup. No names, no small talk, no expectations. Just two consenting adults, playing.
Being a genius meant I had done an extensive deep dive into the world of kink, so that I would know what to put on my personal list of things I wanted to try. All my hours and hours of research didn’t do me much good, since I had no practical experience. The best way for me to really learn about my sexual side was to actually do things. And I wanted to doallthe things. Okay, maybe not all, but I had an entire page of things.
Obviously, we couldn’t do them all tonight. Losing my virginity was numero uno. If I got that out of the way, all the restwouldn’t be so awkward. At least that’s what I told myself.
My body tightened with anticipation and nerves. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth again, a nervous habit I couldn’t seem to break, and nibbled on it. I hadn’t expected to be so nervous. My stomach was fluttering like a heroine in some cheesy romance novel. My palms were sweaty, and I rubbed them against my pants a second time.
Before I got the nerve to knock–or run back down the empty hotel corridor–the door opened and I forgot how to breathe.
He was beautiful.
He leaned casually against the door jamb, his dark, dark eyes hard and assessing. He wore a pair of low slung, navy pajama pants that looked soft to the touch. His chest was bare and broad, his heavily muscled shoulders wide. They stretched from one end of the doorframe to the other, filling the space with his bulk.
And he was freaking tall. I had to look up to meet his eyes and that rarely happened. As a giraffe shifter, I was freakishly tall for an omega, standing a few inches over six feet. But this alpha stood three to four inches over me.
He was big. Wide, but not fat. Nope there was not an ounce of fat on him, and I licked suddenly dry lips, even as my mouth watered with want.
Wolf!My giraffe hissed at me, panicked. Honestly, what they were going on about was beyond my comprehension. Wolf shifters were the most common shifters in the United States. He wasn’t the first shifter we had ever met, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last.
It’s fine!Go away now!
The alpha’s abdomen rippled with hard, mesmerizing muscles, and my hazel eyes quickly counted them. Eight. The manhad an honest to Goddess eight pack. Four big, hard delicious looking muscles on each side. Dissected perfectly down the middle by a thin trail of midnight dark hair, liberally mixed with some steel gray strands.
Saliva filled my mouth as I stared at him, and all the blood rushed from my brain to my cock. It throbbed inside my slacks, hard and demanding. Pushing insistently against the zipper, demanding to be set free. Inhaling, his scent washed over me, and slick pooled at my hole. Musky, earthy, it was the most delicious thing I had ever smelled.
My eyes scanned over his wide shoulders, down biceps bulging even in his relaxed state, then moved back up to take in his features.
He had a hard face, severe and unsmiling. Rigid, with a dangerous air. His nose was a perfect straight line, his lips a little thin but firm. Eyes that were so dark they were nearly black stared back at me, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. Or maybe amusement, by the look in his eyes.
His hair was cut short on the sides, longer on top, and brushed back from his face. It was thick, a mixture of black and gray, and my fingers twitched at my sides. I wanted to bury my fingers in that thick hair. Feel its texture against my fingers. Would it be silky soft, or coarse to the touch?
His hair might give a clue to his age, but his body looked like it belonged to someone much, much younger.Fuck me.My eyes traveled over his pecs, and the dark and gray hair in between them. Down those abs–what did you have to do to get abs like that?–to where his pants sat low on his hips. Showing off the sharp indent of the beginnings of his vee. That was the spot that made me weak, and I’d always wondered what it would be like to lick someone there. To smell them.
He looked me over just as intently, one thick finger idly flicking his bottom lip, perusing me like I was a piece of meat. Maybe I was. He didn’t smile, just looked his fill at his leisure, and I fought the urge to hunch my skinny shoulders forward. To wrap my arms around my slim waist and duck my head, letting my too-long curls hide my face. Hiding behind my hair was a coping mechanism I’d picked up long ago.
“You’re late.”
His voice was low, husky and growly, but with no trace of the hardness his face held. His voice made goosebumps break out over my skin. He turned to the side, inviting me in, without actually saying the words.
Shuffling past him into the luxurious room, I looked around, taking in every detail. Before I remembered what I was there for. What I wanted. I dropped my eyes in a show of submission. “Yeah, sorry.”
I fought the urge to make up excuses for my lateness, like traffic, or the fact that I almost chickened out and didn’t come at all. That I had sat in my car in the parking lot for fifteen minutes before I had worked up the courage to even enter the lobby. Excuses, all of them. Because deep down, I knew the truth.
There was something inside of me that had wanted to push him, to deliberately disobey his order, just to see how he would react. While I had been talking myself into staying, asking myself not for the first timewhat the fuckI was doing with my life, there was that place deep inside me that had been late on purpose.
He’d given me an order and I had broken it, knowing I might be punished. Hoping I might be. Just to try it to see how I would react. What it would feel like. There were so many things I wanted to explore in reality and not just from any research I haddone. Just so I could know if they were a soft or hard limit, or ayes, please more of that. Spanking was on my list, right at the very top. When I watched porn, the spanking videos had always held my attention. Made my cock grow hard and my hole drip with slick.
