Page 47 of Omega Chattel
I groaned into his mouth and nearly fell on top of him, only to have him make an answering noise and pull me closer.
The sweetness of him! This was about forgetting the world for a while. Existing only for him. About what I could give him. What he would deign to receive from me. If I could bow before him, I would. Omegas should be revered, but our society somehow had that all backwards.
I rolled to my side, afraid that no matter how hard he clutched me, he might need to breathe.
My robe fell down over me, spreading against my seeping cock.
I lifted myself on one elbow and placed my hand in the center of Alli’s hairless chest.
He turned his head, his hand seeking me, landing on the arm that bent over him, my fingers rubbing tiny circles on his pecs, right over where his heart beat.
“I want you,” he said.
I kissed him again, then drew back. “Let’s take it slow for your first time, okay?”
He gave a heavy sigh. So eager.
“Sweetheart, you need to go slow. Get used to things. You don’t need to jump in the deep end your first time.”
“I want to.”
I wanted to, too.
He pouted.
“No pouting,” I ordered, despite the fact he was awfully cute, hair in his eyes and chest heaving. I ran my fingertip over his mouth, tracing the shape of it as it went from pursed to smiling.
“So what does slow mean?” Alli rubbed my arm with his palm.
“Ah, we’ll see together, okay?”
He lifted up to press himself to me again. I held him, chest to chest, sniffing his hair, kissing his head. His hard cock rubbed against mine with the satin of my robe between us.
He moaned. I cupped his head and kissed up to his forehead, trailing my lips all over him, then pressed him back until I could skirt my lips down his cheek to his jaw, his neck, his chest.
He relaxed then, letting me worship him. My tongue tasted his collarbone, his Adam’s apple, then further down to the rise of his breast muscle and the hardening nipple there. I blew on it and he shivered. I licked it several times before sucking the little nub into my mouth.
Alli made a strangled sound and his body arched. I had my head turned so I could see his body spread out. His cock twitched and bobbed up almost straight, pointing at the ceiling.
The look of him—the thought of him so fresh and young wanting me, an older Alpha, thrilled me. And made me want to take everything even slower.
I trailed my fingertips up and down his ribs and stomach as I sucked his other nipple. He groaned and spread his legs, his robe falling entirely away from his body now, encasing only his arms.
For a long while I teased him, which was my pleasure, too, just by watching his body react and by how streams of his desire leaked into my mind.
To think—this little one who had followed me only a few days ago was mine in this way. In thought and heart. In the body’s arousal.
I lifted my head from him and sat up, pushing the robe from his shoulders.
He saw what I wanted and sat up, shrugging out of it, lifting his body to pull it away and toss it over the side of the bed.
Now he was fully naked before me. I ran my fingers over his hips, dipping to the curves of his ass, then down over his thighs. When my hands came back up, he spread his legs and I leaned over him, one leg bent to balance myself, and ran both my palms up the insides of his thighs.
He groaned and bent his knees, lifting up, giving me full view of his tight sac and a shadowy peek at the crevice that led to his hole.
I brushed the underside of his buttocks, just below his balls, and the skin there was so soft and plush I wanted to rub my body and my face all over it.
Later, I would explore him fully, but for now, my little virgin needed my full attention on him, needed to know what it felt like to be adored.
