Page 48 of Omega Chattel
I leaned down and kissed him on the divot of his left hip, licking with just the tip of my tongue very briefly. Then I lifted my head and nearly brushing my chin over the tip of his flushed and bobbing cock, kissed the other hip.
“Tarin!”
I held him still at the waist with both hands, my tongue moving along his hip, sliding along the very lowest part of his belly to the ring of hair around the base of his cock.
“Tarin!” He called out a second time.
“Stay still,” I said softly. “It will help.”
“I—I can’t!”
The way I was touching him was too much. I tried to remember my own first time, and many thereafter when I was so young, how sensitive I was, how energized and eager. It couldn’t be helped.
His cock strained almost painfully before my eyes, bobbing sideways as if to touch my cheek.
“This will not last,” I said. “But you will feel better in a minute.”
“I feel good now. Too good,” he replied between panting breaths.
His balls were drawn up tight and his cock wet with his own leaking juices. He could probably come in this moment without me ever touching him but I wanted to touch, to savor, to taste.
“I promise you this will be good,” I said, patting his thigh.
“Ungh!” He squirmed a bit.
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
He groaned aloud as I brought my lips to the tip of his cock and kissed him, feeling the dampness, licking at his unique and wonderful exuberance. He was sweet like candy, so special. Why hadn’t I seen this with my whole mind from the very beginning?
Because I was closed down. Because I was searching for another who would never be for me what I really wanted or needed.
My tongue poked from between my lips and began to lave his tip, his tiny hole there, licking at the pre-cum that poured from him.
He jerked in my hands, which were on his hips, now, and I felt the throb begin as he gave out a long, low yell that took his whole breath.
He was coming and I sucked his head into my mouth and sucked hard, feeling the spurts begin, hard and fast, then I took him all the way into my mouth and held him there, sucking and swallowing.
He screamed, his hands reaching for my head, pressing down, his legs trembling, lifting up from the bedcovers.
His first time with a man in that way, and he was coming apart just as I wanted, just as I hoped.
His young cock was insatiable, filling my mouth with his sweetness.
There was no softening as I sucked him dry. His pert cock stayed erect as I continued to suckle him.
He moaned and moaned until I pulled off, taking him into my arms, letting him rest for a minute. His hard penis pushed at my thigh, and he humped it a little as he buried his face in my chest. He had not had enough, which I had expected from him. From the eagerness that bled through to my mind.
I kissed his forehead, brushing his hair back from his face, comforting him in the glory of his pleasure. He wanted more, but wouldn’t say it. I could feel it all through my limbs, and his trembling need still coursing through his firm, slim body.
After a while, I turned him on the bed. He went over easily, and I ran my hands down his back and over his buttocks. His ass was so pretty, jutting up slightly and rounded just right. My palms fit against each cheek perfectly, and I massaged him and kissed him there, and on the tailbone.
Several times he tried to climb to his knees.
“Relax,” I cajoled.
He obeyed my every suggestion, but really it was he who had me trapped and wrapped in his Omega mystery, his web of seduction. He was breathing. He was willing. He was my fated mate. He was mine. But more, I had devoted myself to him the moment I kissed him in the garden.
Knowing now the bond was rapidly forming, that our sex would cement it even stronger, I’d already committed before I could even think the words for it. The “always and until the end of time” words recited in ancient ceremonies. Pretty words, but I didn’t need them now. The Alpha response was automatic to protect, devote, provide, give all. That was my way, at least, and my downfall, too, for when I felt these emotions before a verbal commitment, it never guaranteed the Omega wouldn’t change his mind, run off, and never contact me again.
