Page 18 of Dreaming of an Omega Christmas
“Oh, no you don’t.” I yanked down my boxers and stuck my bare ass in the air, giving it a teasing wave.
“Well, if you’re going to present yourself like that…” Travis practically jumped back onto the bed. He wrapped one arm around me from behind, reaching the hand back into my boxers. I shivered as he started stroking me again. His other hand rubbed against my butt.
I gasped and jerked as he suddenly gave me a sharp smack on one cheek. He rubbed it again and I blew out a breath of air. A moment later, he gently began to work a finger into me, speeding up his other hand. I sank back against him, letting the natural omega lubrication to its work.
“You’re always so wet for me,” Travis moaned.
“I’m an omega,” I chuckled.
“I need to sit you down and have you explain what that means.” As he spoke, he slid a second finger in and began to thrust in and out.
“I don’t know if I could tell you my own name right now,” I said. It ended on a gasp as he twisted his fingers in deeper.
As soon as I was ready, he removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his dick. It almost hurt, but any pain was almost immediately replaced by pleasure as I adjusted to the much larger intrusion. I nodded once and he slowly pulled out, then thrust back in. His hand worked in time with his dick, and soon he had me writhing.
It seemed we were both in the mood for a quickie. He finished with only a few strokes and collapsed against me. I honestly almost fell back asleep. Then, my stomach rumbled and I realized I really needed to pee.
“Aren’t you going to go write?” I asked with a chuckle.
“I probably should,” Travis said reluctantly. He kissed me gently on the cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He got up, blew me a kiss from the doorway, and sauntered out of the room with a teasing wiggle of his butt.
Laughing, I stood up and headed for the bathroom and started the shower. I peed while waiting for the water to get warm. I felt something tickly my leg and looked down but didn't see anything. Had I just peed on my leg?
I opened the adjoining closet door and twisted around, trying to get a look at myself in the full length mirror and spotted a trickle of semen running down my leg. I wiped it away with an amused snort and then froze as I got a good look at myself in the mirror. Was I crazy or was my stomach protruding, just a bit more than usually did? I put a hand on my lower abdomen and pushed lightly. It felt kind of hard. Harder than I thought it should have.
Yeah, I had thrown up that one time with the cheese. But that was an isolated incident. I was a little emotional now and again but surely not... I turned sideways in the mirror and stuck out, then sucked in my stomach a couple of times experimentally.
Maybe I really was pregnant. It wasn't the first or even the tenth time the thought had struck me over the past couple of weeks. And even though I kept telling myself I wasn't, I wasn't sure if I could deny it anymore. True, Elarian had been much further along in his than I was when we met, but the signs were there.
My thoughts were whirling, analyzing everything I had done over the last couple of weeks as I showered. By the time I got dressed and down to the kitchen I was actually starting to feel a little queasy. My mouth was getting that buildup of saliva that usually happened right before I threw up. I rushed to grab a handful of dry cereal out of the cupboard and ate it slowly, honestly questioning whether or not I could keep it down. That was it. I need to take a pregnancy test. This wasn't normal at all.
Thankfully, I didn’t throw up. I ate two more handfuls, then felt full. Now that I had decided, I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
“Hey,” I knocked on the door of Travis's study. “I'm going to run out to the store for some things. Do you need anything?”
“No. What are you getting?” he asked. “We just went yesterday.” I stood there for way too long trying to think of an excuse. “Falkanar?”
“Cookies!” I almost shouted, spying a cute chipmunk-on-a-cookie ornament on the tree. “I was going to get some makings for chocolate chip cookies.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful. I love chocolate chip cookies,” Travis said.
“Yeah, me too. I'll be back soon.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I was so nervous at the store, I almost forgot the ingredients for the chocolate chip cookies. I slunk to the self-checkout, I wouldn't run into anybody I knew, as I surreptitiously scanned a couple of pregnancy tests and shoved them into a bag as quickly as possible. I got home with them, heart pounding. I was absolutely convinced Travis would be there to greet me and help me unload the groceries. Thankfully, he wasn't.
I stopped just long enough to let him know I was home and drop the stuff in the kitchen, then grabbed the pregnancy tests and locked myself in the bathroom. I already had to pee. In fairness, I'd had to pee a lot in the last couple of weeks. That was supposed to be a sign too, wasn't it?
I read the instructions, bouncing nervously from foot to foot and getting increasingly uncomfortable, both from nerves and from the fact that I really was starting to need to pee, now that I was standing in the bathroom with my pants down. I read over the instructions again. Then again. At last, convinced I wasn't going to screw up, I stood in front of the toilet.
“Start peeing,” I muttered. “Stop peeing. Stick the stick under.” I followed the instructions and when I was done, placed the freshly peed on stick on a paper towel on the back of the toilet.
