Page 9 of The Omega's Third Wish
The sun chose that exact moment to peek through the window, casting enough light through the glass shower door to see him gazing at me from way too close for comfort.
Panicked, I started to pull away, but my thigh was in the worst possible place. Instead, it dragged along his dick again; his lips parted and another moan escaped. I felt his penis harden against my thigh. Zeph’s eyes widened in alarm and he started to get up too.
Our legs were still in no position for standing and he only succeeded in lodging one hip between my legs. I sucked in a breath and pulled in my stomach, as if it would keep his warm leg from touching my penis. I failed miserably and bit back a gasp as he brushed against me. I was already hard and the contact made me instantly harder.
“Sorry,” Zeph murmured. The apology was hampered by huskiness of his voice and the way his dick jabbed insistently into my thigh.
“It’s okay…” I murmured.
“Maybe I can…” He rose to his knees and leaned forward to stand. I moved to give him room and ended up under the shower spray. I moved away and found myself nose to nose with him.
For a moment we just stared at each other, then as if we were one, we leaned closed. His lips pressed against mine and I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck.
I guess therehadbeen some sexual tension building over the last couple of weeks, although I tried to ignore it and assumed it was unrequited. But the way he kissed me left no doubt that he had been fighting the same attraction.
This was stupid. It was really stupid. But I couldn’t stop kissing him. The water splashed down on us and I broke the kiss to brush some out of my eyes. His eyes met mine, intense and hungry. I licked my lips and he dove forward, kissing me hard and pressing me against the wall. One hand trailed between my legs and his fingers teased up the length of my dick, drawing a shudder and a moan.
For a couple of minutes, we stayed on the floor of the shower, legs entwined and hands stroking dicks and any skin we could find. We kissed and moaned and he nipped my lips and tugged my hair. At last, his finger poked gently, questioningly at my butt and I answered by pressing closer, allowing the tip to enter.
“Yes,” I hissed as he slid it in, silently thanking my natural omega lubrication.
Zeph quickly pumped in and out, then added a second finger. God, I hadn’t had sex in alongtime. Eight years, if I was honest. It was almost uncomfortable, but as eager as he was, Zeph was gentle.
At last, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to my feet. I put one foot on a little shelf and grabbed the doorframe with one hand as he pushed his dick inside me.
“Gods, you’re tight,” Zeph moaned, even as he pushed all the way in. I felt his stomach press against my back as he pulled me close, then nipped my neck,hard. The bite sent a primal shifter thrill through me and I rocked my hips back into him. He pulled back, tugging his dick partway out, then growled and slammed back into me, biting me again.
His thrusts were hard and fast and incredible. Soon, he reached around me and took my cock in his hand, stroking as he jerked his hips. We came together with howls that could have rivaled wolves.
When it was oven we stood there on trembling legs, letting the water splash over us. Slowly, Zeph drew himself out and stepped away; I felt oddly empty and cold as his arms released me.
He cleared his throat. I moved under the water a bit more so it could rinse me off. We didn’t speak or make eye contact.
It wasn’t until Zeph awkwardly left the shower and asked if I had an extra towel that my thoughts came together and I realized that we were in my bathroom.
“What uh… what are you doing here?” I asked, breaking the dreadfully awkward silence.
He started laughing, I joined in and for a moment we laughed like idiots. “My shower was backed up,” he finally explained. “And I didn’t want to me, oh shit, I’mreallylate now!”
He rushed, naked and wet, out of the bathroom and I was left wondering what he was late for. I usually got up around seven and he was rarely downstairs before eight.
I toweled off, paying special attention to my ass, and started laughing again. What the hell had I just done?
I headed downstairs and found Zeph racing around the kitchen, trying to find something to eat.
“Can I make you breakfast?” I offered.
“No, I’m late just gonna eat…” He opened a cupboard and slammed it shut again.
“Late for what?” I asked.
“I had a meeting at eight-thirty!” he cried.
I glanced at the clock. “Um… Zeph?”
“What?!”
“It’s not even eight yet.”
