Page 53 of Omega Chattel
I massaged his feet for a few minutes, knowing how good that could feel because back at the farm I’d had a friend who had a foot fetish and liked to give foot rubs.
When I was done, I said very curtly, “Turn over.”
Tarin obeyed. The bed shook. I laughed as the shaking of the mattress almost made me lose my balance.
On his back, flat, he was more beautiful than ever, his dark hair haloing him on the white pillow, his blue eyes hooded, his chest rising and falling with somewhat rapid breaths.
And his cock, prone to gravity, rested straight up on his belly, the tip shiny with pre-cum.
That I could make him feel this gave me a sudden sense of power I’d never felt before, not even when I ran away. I wanted to find myself, feel my own energy, that I wasn’t some useless Omega to be punished and threatened with institutionalization. But I had not yet had time to find that, so this feeling was new to me.
I started at his face, cupping his cheeks, his jaw, running my fingers over his lips again. He smiled for me, showing white teeth.
I caressed his shoulders and chest, and ran my fingertips over his nipples, which made his stomach flex and his cock jerk.
I kept that up for a while until he tossed his head a little and shuffled his hips to one side as if impatient.
I ignored his cock and went on to his stomach, tracing the muscles, and the dents in his hips, then down to his thighs, his calves, his feet.
When my hands traveled back upward to his center, delving between his legs, I encountered his balls.
My cock throbbed in empathy as I touched them, cupped them in my palm, felt their weight.
Tarin moaned. There was a little dribble of liquid on his belly from his cock.
I played with his balls but was too tempted by that amazing cock to prolong Tarin’s torture.
I ran my palm up from the root of his shaft to the tip, up and down. I had never touched another man’s cock before Tarin. He was my first in everything other than kissing—I’d kissed a boy before, but not in the way I’d kissed Tarin, not in the way Tarin kissed me back.
His huge erection was firm and hot to the touch, alive with blood and need and want.
I glanced up at his face. Tarin’s eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
I ran my hand up and down, looking back at my treasure. I’d learned the knot for Alphas came from the root of the cock first, and from there like a round nodule swelling the shaft, moving up slowly toward the head as the semen spurted out, as they orgasmed to fill an Omega in a full mating designed not only to give them pleasure, but to make a baby.
I circled the root of Tarin’s cock with my thumb and forefinger, pressing in, and he moaned in pleasure, tossing his head once. Otherwise, he didn’t move, giving me free reign to explore as I pleased.
I brought his cock straight up so it pointed toward the ceiling, and so I could see its glistening, cut tip naked and full before my eyes. So different from my uncut cock, so gorgeous.
Slowly, I ran my grip up his shaft, milking him. The tip swelled a bit as I made that motion, and the tiny hole in the little crevice at the head beaded with more liquid.
Without giving it much thought, I leaned down and licked at that bead of moisture, the slight salt-bitter on my tongue making my heart pound harder, and the blood rush in my ears.
Tarin made a loud sound, almost a yell.
So I did it again. And again as I milked up and down his huge shaft, licking the tip with my tongue all over and around the head, wiggling around his hole, lapping faster and faster.
Tarin made more noises, and his head went back on the pillow exposing his neck.
I put my free palm flat on his belly, and kept milking and licking until he lifted his hips and gave out a strangled cry.
Hot streams of liquid hit my face and lips and the pulse of the cock in my grip contracted over and over as I licked the head. It kept spurting and I put it in my mouth then, sucking at it.
Tarin cried out and more hard spurts filled my mouth.
Over and over he came, filling me up until I had to swallow.
It was fantastic, the taste of him, the pleasure of him, knowing I was making him crazed and euphoric, knowing I could take him to that extreme point and he trusted me enough to let me do it at my own pace, never demanding, never even speaking throughout the entire scene.
