Page 7 of Choosing Me

“It’s not my usual style but I’m willing to make an exception,” I tell him, trying to keep things light between us. The tension in the room heightens as we finish our food, sharing quick glances and smirks. I just barely keep myself from squirming in my seat, pushing my plate away from me when I finally finish.

I suck in a sharp breath as Calvin’s foot finds its way between my legs, forcing my chair backwards. He stands up and I feel my heart quicken with every step he takes towards me. He radiates an air of dominance as he moves, his shoulders back and his steps true. I feel my body coming alive with just the look he gives me. Carefully, while his eyes are still glued to mine, he slides himself into my lap. I swallow thickly, the click of my throat audible.

God, he’s so fucking beautiful.

My hands instinctively go to his hips, his holding onto my shoulders. I stare up at him, waiting for what he has planned. I feel like I’m completely out of my comfort zone, looking for Calvin to take the lead and help me wade through these unknown waters.

“I think we should talk, alpha,” he murmurs. I bite my bottom lip and nod. “I had a rough scene at work and my ass needs a break.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“Will you bottom for me, alpha?”

My cheeks heat up as I stare into Calvin’s eyes, embarrassment and lust both pooling in the pit of my belly, swirling together and making a delicious combination. “Yes,” I say, my voice just barely above a whisper.

“Will you let me be in charge?” I nod my head again. “Say it, Wilson.”

I clear my throat, wondering why the hell this is so fuckinghot. I’ve never had an omega take charge like this. So often, people assume an alpha is the dominant one in bed so I’ve always played the part. Having Calvin talk to me like this, making me speak his dominance out loud, having him over me and possiblytoppingme? God, my cock is absolutelythrobbinginside my jeans and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this turned on so goddamnfast.

“You’re in charge,” I tell him. “I want you to be in charge.”

“Good boy,” he says as his hand touches my cheek, his thumb rubbing over my cheekbone. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, he even says please for me. You and I are gonna have so much fun, Wilson.” Calvin kisses me softly, our lips barely touching before he changes the tone, kissing me harder. I’m putty under his hands, completely following his lead. It’s liberating, not to worry about Calvin’s enjoyment or pleasure, knowing he’ll move me and order me to do something different if I’m doing it wrong. It’s freeing. I relax against my chair and close my eyes, kissing Calvin back with the same intensity he’s kissing me. When his tongue slides between my lips and touches my own, I’m a goner. I’m addicted to his taste, his blueberry scent, the feeling of Calvin against my lap.

When Calvin pulls away I let out a whimper, not even feeling embarrassed about the sound as Calvin’s scent sweetens, instinctively letting me know he loves the sound. “Don’t worry, alpha,” he practically purrs, “I’m just getting started.”

Chapter Five

Calvin

I takea deep breath and my mouth waters. Wilson’s scent usually smells so good, like warm bread fresh from the oven, but right now it’s somehow even better. It’s mixing with my scent, making me think of warm blueberry muffins. We smell so good together. I’m not sure anyone’s scent has ever complimented mine so well.

I shove Wilson against the wall just outside my bedroom, unable to keep my lips off of him. I’m addicted to the little sounds he’s making, wanting to pull more and more from his throat. Wilson makes me feel powerful. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this, since I’ve had an alpha submit and let me have my way with him. God, I fucking love this.

We’re about the same height but built differently. His shoulders are broad, his core strong where I’m lean, built more like a runner. It’s easy to see that Wilson is stronger than me, so the fact that he lets me push him around is only that much more arousing.

I toss my long hair over my shoulder, amused how even simple things like that make us different. I have long, blond hair and pale skin while his hair is buzzed short, his skin the most beautiful brown. Everything about him makes me hot under the collar and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough. Not anytime soon, anyway.

“Please,” Wilson whispers, his voice breaking.

“Please what?”

Wilson’s brows wrinkle. He swallows, trying to find the words. “Just want you,” he eventually says. “Please, omega, I’ll take whatever you wanna give me.”

His words make a shiver run down my spine. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a phrase sexier than that. He’s giving me so much with that confession. Instead of replying, I give Wilson one more kiss before tugging him into my bedroom. I pull my shirt off, tossing it onto the floor before I’m crawling onto my bed. I sit up on my knees, my eyes looking Wilson up and down. Fuck, do I love what I see.

“Strip for me, alpha. I can’t wait to see what you have under those clothes.”

Wilson’s eyes widen and his breath hitches. He looks down at the floor a moment, composing himself. God, he’s so fucking cute being all shy. We both know why we’re here, yet he’s looking at me with these doe eyes that are driving me crazy. How the fuck did I get so lucky to find an alpha like Wilson? I hope he’s up for keeping this arrangement going for a while becauseholy shitthis is so hot and we’ve barely gotten started.

Wilson covers his face with his hands for a moment before he’s pulling his shirt over his head. The shirt is a pretty purple color that looks amazing against Wilson’s dark skin, but in my own personal opinion I think that shirt looks far better on my bedroom floor. Once his shirt is off, I greedily let my eyes roam over his broad shoulders and toned chest. Fuck, he’s so hot. Wilson starts to unbutton his jeans and my mouth waters with anticipation.

“You’re making me impatient,” I say with a smile.

“I’m not trying to be a tease.”

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