Page 59 of Omega Artist
She squeezes my knuckles. “I haven’t… yet” The raunchy once-over that she shoots my way leaves no room for interpretation. My fingers tighten around hers. “Where to?” she inquires calmly.
“Follow me.” I mutely lead the way downstairs to the far back of the gallery. There's a narrow hallway with a couple of tiny storage rooms; at the end of it is a small office where I locked up my stuff. The owner of the gallery went out to dinner after giving an introduction speech and won’t be back for some time, so I have the office all to myself.
I should have considered the number of people who would stop us to praise my work. Far from ungrateful, I play the part and introduce my French fan, only to realize that we’re holding hands and everyone assumes that she’s my date.
Torn because I can’t bring myself to call her my girlfriend or let go of her hand, I leave a string of frustrated grunts in my wake that make her chuckle. The more I talk to the guests, the more she strokes my hand with her thumb, driving me crazy. The more I talk to the guests, the more she subtly moves behind me, initiating a delicious friction that stirs the fire within me. The more I talk to the guests, the more I want to be buried inside her.
Plucking the key from my pocket, my trembling hand fumbles to unlock the door. My pulse quickens with each failed attempt. My skin itches with the loss of contact. My cock twitches with every wasted second.
We barely have a chance to tumble through the doorframe before the door slams behind us.
Damn, that was close!
It feels like everyone knows we’re in here. Safe. Alone. Horny.
“Desk?” I suggest in a strangled voice, and my hips forcefully thrust her against the closed door that I lock with one hand. She tosses her purse on the small leather couch to the right of the door. My other hand kneads her perky ass, and I pull her to me, then grind my jean-clad cock against her southern region. I ignore the pressure that's building behind my zipper as well as the burning sensation of my knuckles when they rake against the wood. Speaking of wood, mine just became timber that needs chopping down ASAP.
“Too far.” Given the closet-like size of the room, is actually not that far, but the urgency in her hoarse voice matches my intentions. The tip of her tongue attacks my neck, outlining the patterns of my tats, and my desire flares.
I wiggle. I groan. I beg. She giggles, obviously basking in my reaction to her; she can be the alpha for now.
Her perfect tits brush against my chest, worsening my state; I’m afraid I’m going to come in my pants. Every time we’ve fucked, I haven’t been able to last because my need for her is so intense. I’ve never lost my shit as much as I have around this stunning girl.
Before I know it, I’m the one being pushed against the office door. I'm the one whose jeans and boxer briefs are bunched around his ankles. I'm the one whose boner just sprung free and is under the scrutiny of my French addiction, who licks her plump lips at the view.
Her gaze travels from my face to my dick with an expression that oddly resembles greed. Then, she gets acquainted with my piercing in a whole new way. Shortly after, she exclaims, “I think your cock’s my new favorite sex toy!” This is one of the most sensual declarations that anyone’s said to me. My manhood approves by twitching at the most erotic gaze I’ve ever seen. It’s sexy. It’s salacious. It’s awe-filled.
“You think?”
“You’re my own omega prince.” She winks. I flash back to the convo when I called her Queen Hen and she called me King Cocky, although I wanted to be King Cock. Omega prince is the next best thing, I suppose. “I’m obsessed with your accessory, you know… and there’s something I’ve wanted to try ever since I saw you naked.” And without further ado, her expert tongue traces its way around the jewel. Her teasing tongue swirls around my length. Her skillful tongue plays withAlbert;hey, some guys name their cocks. I named mine after my piercing.
Under the TLC of her pointy tongue, sensations that approach an orgasm overwhelm me. My legs wobble as jolts of pleasure course through my body, and my heart thuds in my chest. The expletives that escape my filthy mouth express my appreciation while I have no choice but to let her set the pace, which is perfect.
“You know, nobody’s gone down on me since I got pierced.” I weave my fingers through her well-groomed hair.
Her mouth makes a popping noise as she releases my tip and kisses it. “Why not?” Her eyes leaveAlbertto meet mine.
I shrug. “They were probably scared… I don’t know.” She begins pumping me as I go on. “I… I decided to get it on a whim.” Her tongue resumes its teasing around the jewel, and I explain in between gasps, “I was fucking scared, and it fucking hurt. Some guys have a hard time getting used to it. Not me… Maybe I should have warned you.”
Building the pressure, she sends me closer to the edge until she releases me from her wet paradise with another pop. “I’m a big girl. The only warning I needed was how addictive you are.” Then she’s back to enticing, we’re back to fighting for dominance, and I’m back to building tension. I’m two seconds away from losing my shit and blowing my load in her mouth.
Considering my lack of experience in the blow job department withAlbert, I guess we still need some fine-tuning to be at the top of our game. I really have to slow this down, and my desire to be inside her is stronger than the delicious torture that she’s putting me through. Regretfully, I pull out of her and grasp her hand, drawing her to her feet. “I want you so bad, Aliénor.” Hearing her name with my shitty attempt at French always has an effect on her; her brown eyes widen and her mouth forms an O. It’s fucking adorable!
“You make me so horny.” With these words, her face splits with a depraved grin, and she steals a blistering kiss from me, stopping my heart for a split second before my lustful thoughts are disturbed by the distinct sound of shuffling feet outside the door. Wrongly believing that she’ll flee, I tense. Instead, the mouth that cajoled my dick releases my tongue from its sweet embrace and grazes my earlobe to whisper, “Live a little.” She saunters backward, yanking off her boots and socks and giggling; this sound alone has the ability to make me hard as a rock. Her pants are next. She tosses them my way, and I catch and drop them on the sofa. So much for being the alpha after all. By the time I’m in front of her, her bare ass is on top of the desk and her legs are spread.
I work her quickly and steadily with impatient fingers. She works me quickly and efficiently with the condom that magically appears in her hand. We work each other quickly and frantically with the amazing fucking that we partake in… and the risk of getting caught adds to the thrill. As expected, I don’t last long, and she tightens around me as our orgasms thunder through us.
How can this girl elicit such sensations? How can this girl be so compatible with me? How can this girl make me break all of my rules so easily?
A couple of days later, I continue to dwell on these unanswered questions. Like a moth to a flame, I’m afraid that I’ll get burned as quickly as she made me come the last time that we were together. Nah, strike that, I’m not afraid…
Terrified.
Chapter Twenty-One
It Takes a Lot to Know A Man
Aliénor
