Page 40 of The Alpha Escort Agency
“Omega,” he whispers, and then there is a pause as if he’s considering whether he ought to say his next words. “Are you wet?”
She swallows, nervous. Should she cross this line? She wants to. “Let me see.” She ghosts a shaking hand down her sides, reaching the waistband of her knickers and sliding her fingers under the cotton. “Yes, very.”
He groans. “Shit. Your wetness tastes like heaven.”
She bites her lip, shy but determined to go on. “Are you hard?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
He chuckles. Then there’s the sound of a zipper and the ruffle of material. “Very hard.” There’s the creak of a mattress. “Close your eyes,” he says. “Are they closed?”
“Yes.”
“Now what happens next, Omega, when you touch yourself? Do you fuck that pretty cunt of yours with your fingers or do you play with your little nub?”
He’s so good at this — even when it’s only his voice floating over the void. Everything between her legs is swollen and throbbing. He turns her on so much. How does he do that?
“Alice?” he says, interrupting her thoughts. “Tell me.”
“All of it.”
“All of it.” She hears him lick his lips, and then there’s the sound of his fist riding up and down what she knows is his long, thick cock. He murmurs into her ear as she pleasures herself, encouraging her, commanding her to be vocal for him, to let him hear her moans and whimpers and whines, and when her orgasm sails through her body, he’s there with her, his words intensifying the sensations. He grunts as he comes and the sound is so animalistic it makes her shiver with longing for him.
Afterwards, he whispers praise to her and she bristles with pride, knowing she’s satisfied the Alpha in more than one way, and then she drifts into a satisfied sleep.
???
Early next morning her phone blares in her ear, waking her up with a start. She rummages around under the covers, searching for the device, then cracks open an eyelid to peer at the screen. Maria. She ignores it and curls back against the cushion.
A minute later the phone beeps again. She glares at it in annoyance and jabs her thumb on the accept button, knowing Maria won’t leave her alone until she answers the call.
“Alice!” her friend cries, her voice a rush down the phone.
“Hi Maria.”
“Alice!”
“Erm, yes?”
Maria half hiccups, half sobs down the phone.
Alice sits up. “Shit, Maria, what's wrong? Where are you?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m soooo happy.”
“Happy?" Alice frowns, confused. "Are you ... drunk?” She glances at her alarm clock. It’s only 9am.
“Possibly. I had one or two,” she giggles, “bottles of champagne last night.”
“Maria, I’m really confused—”
“Just be quiet then and let me tell you!”
Alice shuts up her mouth with a snap of her teeth, loud enough for Maria to hear.
Slowly, Maria says, “Ed proposed. We’re getting married.”
