Page 26 of His Sassy Omega
He tossed his ruined shirt aside – I didn’t even want to know how much the thing cost – and his broad chest was on full display. His shoulders were wide, and corded in thick muscles, his biceps bulging. How did you get allthatsitting behind a desk every day?
His wide chest was covered in a thick, dark pelt of fur. It covered him from nipple to nipple, in a wide patch. I licked my lips, my dry mouth flooding with moisture. I’d never been into overly hairy men, but all that chest hair was doing something for me. My fingers flexed, itching to bury themselves in that fur. I reached out a hand and gripped it in my fingers. It was ridiculously soft, not at all what I had imagined, and I ran it through my hands, practically petting him.
He caught my hand in his and pressed it to his chest. His heart was hammering, his chest heaving beneath our joined hands. I glanced down at the muscles dissecting each side of his torso. I could count the damn things. All eight of them.
I was thin, my stomach tight with light definition, but I did not have the ripped muscles he had.
I wanted to lick each and every one of them. Map my tongue over them, tasting them, one by one.
Lachlan ripped at his belt, loosening it enough that his slacks inched down just enough for me to see the beginning of what looked like a mouthwatering vee. God, I was a sucker for a man’s vee. Seriously, it truly was one of the sexiest things on a man.
I ripped his belt all the way off, tossing it behind me, my fingers snapping at the button and zipper of his suit pants. I shoved them down, exposinghis tight black boxer briefs, made tighter by the long length of his rock hard cock. The tip was poking out of the top, glistening with wet droplets of pre-cum.
My ass clenched at the sight of his cock. He was long and thick, about three fingers width, and cut. I’d never taken anyone his size before, and my fluttering hole gushed as if helping me prepare for his girth.
Lachlan stepped out of his pants, shoving them behind him with a flick of his foot. As my tongue licked my lips, he slowly stripped his briefs off, his eyes burning into me. His cock bounced against his stomach, past his belly button, leaving a sticky trail of clear fluid.
I wanted to sink to my knees and swallow him whole. Wanted to feel his thickness stretching my lips, making my jaw ache. The tip banging against the back of my throat, gagging me. I wanted to slurp his pre-cum and taste the salty thickness of him sliding down my throat.
I started to do just that, sliding down, when he grabbed me under my arms and hauled me against him. His lips crashed into mine again, teeth and wetness and tongue. Feeling him completely naked against me, in my bakery kitchen, while I was still dressed.
I wrapped around him like an octopus, my fingers burying themselves in the soft thickness of his midnight hair. I had no idea how old he was, late thirties maybe, but the threads of gray running through the darkness were sexy as fuck.
He broke away, both of us needing to breathe, and we noisily sucked in oxygen. His pupils were dilated, more black than blue. I was sure mine looked the same. I was on fire and my clothes felt abrasive against my skin. I wanted them off now. I wanted to be against him, no barriers, skin touching skin.
I stripped off my shirt, tossing it at my feet, my hands moving to my jeans. I had them, along with my electric blue boxer briefs, pushed down and offme before Lachlan could even help. I looked up at Lachlan, his eyes glued to my cock. My cock was long, thinner than his, but still an impressive size, especially for an omega. If he ever let me fuck him, he’d feel it for a day or two.
He swallowed hard, then hissed, “Quinn.”
It wasn’t a question, just my name, said with raw need and some emotion I couldn’t identify. It was all I needed to hear. I jumped at him, wrapping him in my long arms, sucking at the hot skin of his neck.
Chapter Eight
Quinn
Lachlan’s eyes closed, his head falling back, as he moaned and twitched under my ministrations. I nibbled on his neck, and goosebumps erupted over his body. I’d definitely found one of his hot spots.
When I moved my mouth up, and nipped at the tip of his earlobe, before sucking it fully into my mouth, I knew I’d found another one. His breathing was harsh, his groans filling the room, his hips gyrating. I sucked on his earlobe harder like I’d wanted to suck on his dick. He writhed and moaned against me, big hands running down my back to grip the globes of my ass. His strong hands kneaded them, pulling them apart, stretching me and I felt the air caress my hole.
His dick was leaking against me, making a wet spot on my stomach. I reached a hand down, and used his pre-cum as lube, running my hand over his thick, flared head, then down the long side of his cock. I squeezed, loving the velvety, blazing feel of him. My hand found his balls, heavy and full and I rubbed each one of them, squeezing lightly.
Lachlan tore his ear from my lips, his arms cupping under my ass and lifting me. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, secretly pleased he wasbig and tall enough to be able to lift me like this. I’d secretly fantasized about an alpha sweeping me off my feet, but no one had managed it, until now.
Our cocks brushed against each other, rubbing, and fever heat blazed across my skin. I moaned, my mouth finding him, my hands gripping his hair roughly. His hands covered my ass, holding me tight against him. I felt his fingers trail down my crack, one thick digit skimming over the nerves of my tight hole.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Voice harsh against my mouth.
I undulated against him, hips bucking, wanting more contact with his cock and fingers. I needed to have some part of him inside me. Soon. “Want you. So much.”
His finger tapped against my wet hole, wanting in. I pushed back, opening up for him. My eyes closed, my arms tightening around him, as he breached me. Fuck he felt so good, filling me up and stretching me.
He pulled out and I whined. He returned with two fingers, pushing in with ease. I thrashed against him, his fingers moving in and out of me, fucking me. I loved a good finger fuck, but no one ever seemed to get it right. They were either too fast or too slow, or couldn’t manage to find my sweet spot.
Lachlan seemed to know exactly what to do, how to do it, and where to slip his thick digits. His fingers alternated with just the right amount of speed and pressure. The roughness was the perfect blend of burn and pleasure.
His long digits brushed over my prostate, and I howled. My whole body tightened against him, and I felt my orgasm overtake me, powerless to stop it. It left me breathless, my muscles quivering against him, my cum shooting out of me and covering his stomach with more force than I’d ever experienced.
Cum was dripping down both our stomachs, but I couldn’t be forced to care. I felt like something in me had entered another place, my head not quite engaged with the rest of me. I felt floaty and disconnected from my body. My mind was cloudy, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.
