Page 2 of Single Omega Dad
I wasn’t out of my mind with the Burn yet. So I wanted to start out with the least of bodily entanglements.
I ran my forefinger down Chichi’s crack.
He sighed in pleasure, then said, “You don’t have to wait. My body is ready.”
I palmed his cheeks apart. His hole was small, not stretched. I rolled my eyes at his impatience. He was horny. He wanted it. But I hated when there was blood. It was so inconvenient.
I said, “Hold on.”
I speared him with a finger. He easily accepted it so I added another. Then a third.
When I took them away, his hole gaped.
I pressed at the dark emptiness with the head of my steel hard cock.
“Yes!” Chichi hissed.
I pushed in slowly, wanting to feel every inch of myself go into him. I didn’t think much about his pleasure, but he cried out, “More, more!”
My cock was like a dark pole going into him. Poking inside him, getting used to his tightness and heat and slick. It felt so good.
Soon I was ramming into him and his cries filled the room. I made no sounds. I didn’t yell or squeal or scream. I was an Alpha. I’d been raised by a respectable family.
I plunged into him all the way to my silver cock ring, over and over. I touched his hips only to pull him tighter to me. Faster and faster I fucked.
I came hard and fast, the Burn washing pleasure through me. Instead of subsiding, the pleasure took hold and gripped me and did not let up for quite some time. I came three more times before pulling out.
Chichi sounded like he came several times, too, but I didn’t ask.
I pulled out and wiped myself on a towel. I grabbed some water from a small fridge by the bed and drank the whole thing.
Chichi grabbed some water as well, before presenting his cool mouth to my erection as I continued to stand by the side of the bed.
My cock throbbed and I came in his very experienced mouth. He sucked me hard and there was so much fluid it dribbled from his lips before he could swallow it all.
Finally, I needed to lie down. I crawled onto the bed where Chichi seated himself on me and did most of the work while I mostly dozed, then came again.
Later, we ate cold sandwiches from the fridge and napped. I’d come five times.
When night fell, we did it all again.
Sometimes Chichi tried to get me to talk, or to hold him. But I had no interest in that. He was nothing to me. Just a body. A hole.
I spent two days at Zilly’s before I was ready to leave. An exhausted Chichi thanked me for a good time.
I said, “Yes, yes,” perhaps a little too impatiently and his sweet mouth turned down as he left out a side door to the interior of the farm.
I exited the mating room into a hall where, on a weird impulse, so unlike me, I passed by the paybox and left a generous tip. Chichi wouldn’t get the money, but he’d be allowed to pick a present for himself from any online source: makeup, jewelry, whatever he wanted.
I don’t know why I left the gift. It was such a gods damned ordinary Burn.
When I walked outside, the light was blinding. A stabbing pain hit my eyes. I slid my sunglasses from their satin case and put them on. I pushed back tiny wisps of my black hair that had come loose from my thick braid. Combing them behind my ears, I made sure my braid was tight, my hair slick as a cap against my scalp.
When I could see, I noticed Trigg’s red Porsche to my left. It was law that after a Burn all Alphas had to wait twenty-four hours before they could drive. I usually got a cab home. But sometimes Trigg would have Zilly’s notify him when I was ready to leave, and meet me. Obviously, this time he’d been keeping tabs on me. That was how litter-mates were. Well, sometimes.
The muscles around my eyes and jaw tightened at the thought. That was howsomelitter-mates were. Kris and I never spoke, hadn’t since we’d been eighteen. Twelve years of silence. A long, long time. Trigg visited Kris often and kept me up to date. I still pretended not to care.
I walked around the car and lowered myself into the passenger seat.
