Page 48 of Single Omega Dad
When had I started calling him that?
Saber moved upon me, his hips lifting up and down, his upper body bending toward me, lips on mine slipping, sliding low to my jaw, my neck.
My hands gripped the sides of his thighs and moved along his ass, tugging his cheeks apart as if to get inside him deeper. The dark room spun around me. I moaned until I lost my breath. I never wanted this to end.
But the peak was coming. I felt it from my toes to the top of my head, along my spine, in the tremble of my abdomen and the tightening of my balls.
Saber’s juices ran so swiftly now my entire groin was wet. He slipped and slid on my cock, his fucking becoming faster, more powerful.
He was a strong little guy, and I loved that he sought his pleasure on me, with me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. His moans and mine filled the air.
For a stark moment, I worried we’d wake the boys. But Saber seemed unconcerned about that. Plus, he’d locked the door. If the little ones woke, they’d knock if they needed their daddy.
Banishing the thought, I focused on Saber now, how he nuzzled my jaw, how he groaned from deep inside, how his ass rode my cock like he couldn’t get enough. My fingers dug into the flesh of his buttocks, spreading him wider, and he hissed. “Yes, touch me. Touch me!”
I spread my hands around his hole, fingers sliding alongside it and my own cock as it went in and out of him. I pulled one hand forward and squeezed it between us to grasp his cock.
He gave a higher pitched keen when I milked him with my fist. He sat up and I milked him root to tip, rubbing my thumb along his head, feeling the drip there and sliding the tip of my thumb against the tiny hole.
He bounced hard, taking me all the way in. His muscles clenched me tight and his sweet cock burst in my hand as he came both externally and internally at the same time.
“Ah, gods,” he cried out. “I’m coming. It’s so good. Both ways. Coming!”
The idea that he was experiencing double pleasure, and with his Omega glands gripping me in undulating waves, sent me over the edge.
I came hard, filling him up with my own emissions, hot and jetting hard inside him.
Amazed and dazed, I lay back, my cock still twitching inside him as he gently and slowly pulled off me and fell to his side.
He reached between my legs and milked me dry, saying softly, “Are you done?”
“I don’t know if I’ll be done with you for a while, yet,” I replied.
“No, I mean--” He stopped.
It occurred to me he was asking if I was going to knot.
My cheeks heated at the thought he might find out I had never done that. Me. A thirty year old Alpha. Never knotting. It was an embarrassment Omegas at the chattel farms where I cooled my Burns never seemed to notice. Probably because I took charge and never let up until I was done with them. If I kept fucking them, they didn’t have time to notice knots, or the lack thereof.
To distract him, I said, “That was wonderful. I’m great. It’s great.”
He sighed, smiling through the darkness. I could see a gleam of teeth, a flash of his eyes before he nuzzled into my shoulder again and promptly fell to sleep.
For a long while I lay holding him against me, thinking I should leave. He’d invited me to breakfast but it didn’t feel right. The boys would see I’d stayed over. They’d have questions and even though Saber said they would understand, I didn’t like the idea of it. I didn’t like the feeling. It was all too much, too fast. Too close.
Yet the protective urge came over me again, even stronger than before. I moved my face into Saber’s fine hair and breathed in. Lilacs. It must be his shampoo. It mixed with the lingering scents of hot sex. And oh had it been hot.
But I needed to go.
The effort to drag myself away from Saber’s body and his bed was staggering. I had to muscle my way through it both physically and mentally.
My legs felt like they weighed a ton as I pulled on my underwear and trousers. My arms became heavy in my shirtsleeves, tugging at my neck.
I felt the bed move as I bent to put on my shoes, but when I turned to look, Saber was still fast asleep, sprawled across two pillows, his shining hair gleaming in the dim light.
Finally dressed, I covered him with a blanket, then stalked like a guilty dog from his room.
