Page 47 of Single Omega Dad
Saber shifted beside me. “Hey.” His voice came on soft currents of sleep. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need anything?”
You. More of you.“No. But I was—I was thinking.”
Saber lifted his head. “Uh oh.”
“No, don’t.” I stroked my fingers through his hair. “Just I was thinking I should go if you don’t want the boys to see me when they wake in the morning.”
“They’re very young, but they know the word sleepover as it relates to kids. They’ll think their daddy simply had a sleepover of his own.”
But it was more than that. More than their daddy having a sleepover with a friend. At least it was to me. I hoped Saber might think it, too. I wanted to voice his thoughts, but couldn’t find the words.
I needed to wake up more, shake the mist from my brain. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
“Mathias,” Saber said softly. His breath brushed over my face. “You can stay for breakfast if you want.”
“I—I shouldn’t.”
Why did I say that? I wanted to stay. I wanted to hold Saber more, feel him all up against me, his dizzying presence, his heat, his amazing response to me. I wanted to make sure everything was all right with him and his children, that he needed for nothing. I had the strangest instinct to puff out my chest and watch over him, rub against him, his bed, the walls of his house, marking my territory.
For me, this sort of behavior was completely out of the ordinary. It felt rude, unseemly.
“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” I said, and realized my voice sounded low and inflectionless. I heard Father in that voice. People had called me cold for less.
Saber sat up, the covers falling away to reveal his silhouette, the shadows bathing him. I could see the fall of hair in his sleepy eyes, a lighter gilt upon the darkness.
My whole body seized up in warm currents of desire. My cock throbbed between my thighs. I reached out and brushed that soft hair from his face.
At the gesture, he leaned into to me and before I knew what I was doing I sought his mouth with my own, kissing, teasing with my tongue.
He fell against me and I was helpless. My arms went around him. I couldn’t think. He climbed over my lap and straddled me. His lovely cock pressed hard to my belly, fully erect. His balls rubbed my pubic bone.
I placed one hand underneath him on the roundness of one buttock, and clutched. He rose up and teased my cock with his moves, rubbing his crack up and down the length. My erection stood straight up against his backside, twitching for him.
We kissed deeper, tongue dueling, his hands on my shoulders, his fingernails digging into my skin.
When he pulled back for breath, he said, “I’m slick. Put it in.”
I could not resist as he drew up on his knees, bending to open himself, one hand going back to his ass and grabbing one cheek while I pulled on the other to spread him. I fingered him to be sure, and he was slippery and hot, two fingers going easily into him. I pulled them out and filled the gap with the head of my cock, steering it, the tip touching him gently. Oh so wet. So finely slick.
I felt his palm on the underside of my cock, pressing, holding it straight up as he lifted himself and impaled himself on it, his body sinking down on it in such heat I threw my head back, gritted my teeth and moaned.
Hands back on my shoulders now, he balanced himself and began to move his hips, his hole taking me in and immediately moving up to milk me, then going back down again. He fucked himself on me slow at first, his breaths coming in gasps and short bursts.
We kissed as he took me into himself over and over, letting me lie there and not do any of the work, his own wet cock slapping at my belly.
My Omega moved up and down, up and down. My knees bent in pleasure, my legs spreading between his thighs. I was on my back now, and Saber bounced on me, groaning, one hand coming up and brushing at my hair, touching my cheek.
“You’re so hard,” he whispered. “It’s fantastic.”
“You feel so good. So hot, so tight.” I never talked like this during sex.
His internal muscles massaged my cock endlessly, never letting up. I wanted to move my hips and rut up against him, but I didn’t want this moment to end with him moving upon me, taking control, my Omega pleasuring himself as I lost my mind.
My Omega.
