Page 56 of Alpha's Omega Professor

I palmed his ass harder and yanked his hips forward, swallowing him all the way and sucking hard. He began to whimper and the sounds rained down on me, making me want more and more and more.

It always took a while for Waggoner to build up to an orgasm. I’d learned that about his body already and loved it. Me? I could get off pretty quickly, when I needed to. I liked that I had to take my time with my omega, that I had to earn his pleasure.

By the time he was thrusting into my mouth, I let go of his ass and knew he’d keep up the same rhythm. Then I slipped my finger along his crack and toyed with his hole. It was slick and ready. Slowly, I pushed one finger in, fucking it in and out as he fucked my mouth.

Then I added another finger and Waggoner’s dick grew even harder on my tongue.

Sliding in and out, I let my fingers search around for the spot I was looking for. I knew I’d found it when Waggoner yelped. After that, it didn’t take long.

I nailed Waggoner’s prostate and let him fuck into my mouth however he wanted, and I was so turned on by the whole thing that I shoved my hand down my shorts and began to jerk myself hard. This was one of the fantasies I’d had as I’d jerked off countless times before – my omega standing over me, using my body for his pleasure.

The taste of his come burst across my tongue and Waggoner groaned deeply as I sucked more from him. His ass clenched around my fingers and I could imagine it around my dick.

I squeezed my dick harder, wanting to feel it as though I was fucking Waggoner, and my hand jerked hard and fast. I came only seconds after he did, groaning around his length and spurting into my shorts.

As we both came down from that high, I let Waggoner’s dick slip out of my mouth and looked up at him.

“I love you, Foxy.”

“I know. I’m sorry I doubted it. I won’t again.”

Could this moment get any more perfect?

Waggoner stroked a hand gently through my hair and gazed down into my eyes.

“I love you, too, Liam.”

Damn. This moment just got more perfect.

Epilogue: Waggoner

Iwas standing at the front of the class, teaching for the first time in two weeks. I’d taken a small class that morning and it had gone well. I was getting back into the swing of things.

With this class, though, I was finding it difficult. Normally, I ignored Liam as best I could because I didn’t want to be caught staring. I’d thought that morning, when I’d gone to work, that I could look as openly as I wanted now. And I could.

The only problem was that I stared too much. And seeing him watching me with lust-darkened eyes made my body start to react to him. I couldn’t stand there teaching with a hard-on.

So, turned out, I had to ignore Liam all over again.

It was easier said than done. He was a constant presence in the corner of my eye. I saw him sitting there, pen in hand, unmoving. He wasn’t going to write anything down. He was there to listen to me talking about my thing.

“It is simple to prove that all of these transformations map one inertial frame to another. Suppose that a particle moves with constant velocity with respect to frame S…”

I brushed my hand nervously down my shirt, trying to smooth it down. It was already smooth but I couldn’t stop myself. I’d changed my shirt that morning after Liam held me close, dripping with sweat from his run. He seriously had no idea how hot he looked, shining and panting, his athletic gear clinging to him.

Looking back on my behaviour, I felt foolish. I’d known I couldn’t keep that brace on forever, so I don’t know why I’d tried. I just hadn’t been able to shake the fear that Liam was only staying to be kind and he’d leave as soon as I was better.

Just goes to show how wrong a professor can be.

As I drew the lecture to a close, I reminded them of the next assignment. Then I dismissed them and they all stood up, packing up their things and filing out.

A few of them called to me, “Thanks, Professor.”

One said, “I’m glad you’re back – that other professor is scary.”

Another said, “Good to see you’re recovered, Prof.”

Liam just sat where he was and watched me as I said my goodbyes and chatted to the other students as they left.

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