Page 66 of Omega Tricked
He opened his legs wider, holding my gaze. “You’ll need to prep me.”
I nodded, for the first time feeling a bit nervous. “What do I do?”
“Slick your cock and a couple of fingers.” He licked his lips. “You still want to do this?”
“Yeah,” I rumbled. “I want to do this, Dylan.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “Just making sure.”
I took the lube and did as he’d instructed, making sure my cock and fingers were slippery. Then I began to stroke over his hole, watching the pleasure wash across his features. He moaned and lifted his hips, as if trying to entice me to move quicker. I pressed one fingertip to his puckered entrance, and his lips parted with anticipation. I pushed in gently, and he hissed.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
I slid my finger in deeper, watching with fascination at the pleasure in his frantic gaze. “You like that, don’t you?”
He nodded, tugging at my hips. “Give me more fingers.”
I obliged, excitement ramping inside of me as I pushed two more fingers into his tight heat. I loved making him feel good, and it was obvious from the way he clamped his thighs on my arm and rutted against me that what I was doing to him felt amazing. I couldn’t imagine enjoying a guy’s fingers in my ass, but he was loving it and begging for more.
My dick was so hard it ached, and all I wanted was to ram inside him and let loose, but I held back. I’d never get to touch him again. This was my one and only chance to pleasure him; I wanted him to always remember our moment together. I wanted to ruin him for other alphas. I knew that was silly, and selfish, but I didn’t like the idea of him ever wanting any other alpha. I didn’t want him looking at anyone else the way he was looking at me. The moment felt too intimate. Too personal. He shouldn’t allow anyone this close again. Just me. Just me.
He jerked and gasped when my finger slid in a different direction. “Oh, fuck,” he yelped. “Yeah, right there. Fuck.”
I studied him, fascinated that he got such joy out of my fingers inside of him. “Prostate?” I asked softly.
He nodded. “So good.”
I’d never had my prostate stimulated, but watching his reaction, it was hard not to envy him. I rubbed my finger in that same spot and he came unglued, humping against me with a desperation that made my heart hammer. “Don’t come yet, Dylan,” I ordered.
He nodded, sweat beading on his upper lip. “Fuck me. I can’t wait much longer.”
I pulled my hand from him and knelt between his thighs. This was it. But it wasn’t a dream this time. I was actually going to fuck him. I was going to push inside another male and thrust until we both came. I could barely pull in a breath I was so excited. My cock seeped as I rubbed it over his hole, and he held my gaze, moaning. I didn’t want to wear the condom. I wanted warm flesh on warm flesh. I wanted nothing between us. I wanted our only time together to be perfect.
Maybe he read something in my expression because he whispered, “Don’t wear it.”
The jolt of excitement that rocked through me almost made me come. “What?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since…”
I hesitated. “But I have.”
A line appeared between his brows, but he didn’t say anything.
“It will still be good. Even with a condom.” I kissed him and he responded hungrily.
When the kiss ended, he whispered, “Please. Give me what I want.”
His pleading words seemed to sink into my soul and wind around my heart. I didn’t seem to have the strength to deny him, even though logically I knew I was being irresponsible by not wearing a condom. I hadn’t had sex ever without a rubber, and the thought of barebacking Dylan was so exciting, I had to squeeze beneath the head of my cock where it met the shaft to stop myself from coming.
Jesus.
Watching my face, he gave a funny smile. “That turns you on even more, doesn’t it? The idea of coming inside me bare.”
I swallowed hard, unable to speak.
“Do it.” As he spoke, he began to rock against me, opening his legs as my cock slid down the crack of his ass. Like a ship finding safe harbor, the tip settled comfortably against his hole. “Just do it,” he begged.
My cockhead pressed the tense muscles of his anus, and instinct screamed for me to do what he wanted. What I wanted. He was begging for it, and I felt out of control as words spun around in my brain:Take him. Take him. Take him.His desperate gaze and words seeped in and woke something primal inside of me. Logic flew out of my head as pure lust raged through me. I wanted to bite his neck as I took him. I wanted to mark him as mine, like we’d have done in ancient times. I wanted all other alphas to know that Dylan was my omega. My omega.
