Page 57 of Omega Untamed
“Oh!” he yelled.
I reached between his legs to massage his balls which for an Omega were ample. I liked it. Then my fingers trailed further back to encounter a slickness, and his crack. He was already wet for me.
I sucked only the head of his cock while I explored that area until I found the hole and slipped in a finger.
Kee moaned and said, “Now you’re just being unfair.”
I took my mouth off him and looked at his face. It was rapt, just the way I’d wanted to see it. As I wiggled my finger, his mouth dropped open and he inhaled sharply. His hard cock leaked as well. He was a total mess.
Finally, he shook himself toward some sort of focus and reached up to me, grabbing at my shirt. “Off,” he said.
“You’re very demanding.”
“Then you command me.” He added, with emphasis. “Daddy.”
That word went straight to my core. How did he know? I wanted to be that for him. Give him everything. Right now. Anything he wanted.
“If you’re good,” I said.
“I will be.”
My body went hotter, if possible. My need was nearly uncontrollable. He was playing right into my most secret fantasies.
I was still wearing all my clothes, including my long coat. I sat up and shrugged it off, then the shirt in record time. I reached for the button on my trousers, but suddenly Kee sat up and grabbed my hands.
“Let me,” he said.
I leaned back a little toward the head of the bed and watched Kee’s hands, so close to my hard-on, slowly and gracefully undo the button and slip the zipper down. He parted the cloth. I lifted my hips so he could tug it down, along with my briefs.
He had deft fingers, even with the broken one, which he kept aloft and out of the way.
My cock popped free and stuck straight up, thick and long, aching.
“Yes, that’s it,” Kee said. Nothing more.
He leaned down and gave it a lick. Then teased me with his tongue, possibly in retaliation for what I’d just done to him. I was happy he wanted to even things up. It was amazing, those quick licks, the heat of his mouth against my hot flesh.
My tip spurted pre-cum and Kee licked it away, moistening his lips. Then he sucked me into his mouth so sweetly I thought my entire body would explode. I thought I would come right then. I hadn’t done that—come so fast—since I’d been eighteen and in my first Burn.
But I held on. Just barely. Kee seemed to know not to use too much friction or sucking, maintaining me on edge but not falling over it.
As he moved his mouth over me, he nudged my trousers all the way off and I heard them drop to the floor with a shushing sound. Then his hands went up and down my thighs, and he sucked me deeper into his mouth.
My cock spasmed but not to full orgasm, and I felt more pre-cum gush out. He pulled slowly up and off. Then he just stared at me over my jutting hardness, his gaze intense, thirsty, glazed.
He spread his good hand around the base of my cock as he continued to look at me, massaging lightly.
“I want this. In me. Knot and all. Think you can do that?”
I sat up then, tipping him over and onto his back. “Only good boys get the knot.”
“Oh.” He tilted his head on the pillow. “Well.” A smile. “I’m very very good.”
Then he lifted his legs and spread them, pulling them back, wrapping his hands around the backs of his thighs. His hips rocked up and in that position his crack was spread, his lovely lush cheeks straining. His hole was wet and dark, pink around the edges, completely devoid of hair. It was ready. It was waiting.
I didn’t want to wait. I got between his legs and put my hand there, touching him, feeling how open he was, how malleable, how ready. I easily slid in two fingers and he hissed.
“That’s very good,” I said.
