Page 8 of Choosing Me

“I know you’re not, and that somehow is making it even better for me,” I confess softly, using this moment I tie my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head.

We share a soft smile and for some reason, it makes my belly flutter. I blame it on not hooking up with anyone in a while, especially not someone who’d let me have free reign the way Wilson is doing.

Without any more prompting, Wilson pulls both his jeans and his boxers down, stepping out of them and leaving himself gloriously naked. Fuck. The alpha is gorgeous, his long cock hard and at the ready. I can’t wait to get my hands and my mouth all over him.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell him, watching in delight as his pupils dilate until his eyes are mostly black. It seems someone enjoys being praised. I’m glad, because I’ve always enjoyed showering my partners with praise.

“So are you,” he says back, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Come here.” I reach out, running the backs of my fingers against his toned stomach before gripping his hips and tugging him forward. His cock bobs right in front of my face and I don’t hold myself back from what I want, needing a taste.

I lick the underside of his cock, my heart picking up speed at the unadulterated moan Wilson makes. It’s so sexy how he’s not holding himself back. I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the slit and moaning at the blast of precum that hits my taste buds. My own dick is rock hard and aching.

“Fuck,” Wilson murmurs. He closes his eyes and that just won’t do.

“Look at me,” I tell him, my hand going around the base of his cock and stroking him slowly. “Watch me as I suck your dick.”

Wilson whines but does as I tell him, his brown eyes meeting mine. I take his dick back into my mouth as far as I can until my lips meet my palm. His eyes widen and the sight fills me with lust, knowing the power I hold over him. Some people seem to think giving oral is submissive but in my experience it’s by far the most dominant position. I get to control how much pleasure he’s getting, I get to be the sole provider of his pleasure. I get to decide whether he gets to orgasm or not. He can beg and plead but I have the power to pull back and say no.

Wilson’s hips push forward, trying to fuck my mouth but I hold him still, my fingers digging into his hips in a way that must be painful, but Wilson just moans even louder. I pull my mouth away until I’m just barely suckling the tip, teasing him for trying to get more than I’m willing to give.

My job is fucking awesome. But this? This is the type of sex I crave for myself. Outside of the bedroom I’m very laid back and roll with the punches. I’m like a duck who lets everything roll off his back. But in here? I love knowing exactly what’s coming, exactly what to expect, because I’m the one calling the shots.

“Don’t move,” I say before diving back in, moving my mouth and my hand in tandem. Wilson moans, his hands flexing at his sides. He’s being so good for me and I reward him by relaxing my throat, taking his cock as far into my mouth as I can. With my eyes staring up into his, I swallow, my throat massaging his dick.

“Holy fucking shit,” he hisses out. “Fuck, Calvin. That feels--” his words cut off with a deep groan as I swallow again.

I pull back, smirking up at him as I slowly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. Maybe, if he’s lucky, someday I’ll let him.

“Up on the bed, alpha.” I stand up as Wilson crawls onto my bed, laying on his back. God, all stretched out like this gives me so many ideas. They’ll have to keep until later because tonight I plan on fucking this stunning alpha until the only omega he’ll ever think about is me. “I wanna see you open yourself up for me.”

Tossing the lube onto the bed beside Wilson, I step to the end of my bed for the perfect location to watch. Wilson is naked in my bed while I stand before him, completely clothed. Even that simple difference has my belly quivering with lust. The outward proof that I’m the one in charge here, the one holding all the power.

Wilson quickly covers his fingers with lube. He pauses, his brown eyes snapping up to mine. “Can I touch my dick?”

I bite my bottom lip to keep my moan inside. This alpha, this beautifully strong alpha is asking permission to touch his dick. How the fuck is he so perfect? “You can. But don’t you dare get yourself too close.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Those two little words threaten to be my undoing. How the fuck am I ever supposed to give this up? How am I supposed to cut the rip cord when things get too serious when he’s this goddamn perfect?

I’ll worry about that bridge when it comes.

Wilson lets out a whimper when he brings his finger to his ass, running his slick finger over his hole before slowly pushing it in. God, he’s fucking gorgeous and watching him finger himself is making my own ass slick. I want him. Good thing I’ve always been good at being patient.

“You’re doing so well, alpha,” I tell him, running my palm over my jean covered cock, teasing myself. Wilson’s thighs are spread wide, giving me the perfect view as he fingers his tight hole. He forces another finger in, his thighs shaking with pleasure as he does. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Tell me,” Wilson breathes out, watching my every move. He scissors his fingers, stretching himself open, his dark skin growing sweaty. “Please. Tell me, omega.”

“You’re making me so goddamn hot under the collar, Wilson. I cannot wait to sink into your tight ass. I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars.”

In response I get a high-pitched whine from Wilson, like the sound was punched from his lungs without his permission. He starts to pump three fingers in and out of his hole and I realize my patience has run its course. I quickly pull my clothes off, loving the way Wilson can’t stop taking me in with each piece of skin exposed. His scent is somehow even warmer now, the tiniest bit of honey around the edges, letting me know he likes what I’m showing him.

I walk over to my bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and quickly rolling it over my erection. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” he says without any hesitation. “Please, Calvin. Want you so bad I can barely breathe.”

“You don’t have to wait another moment,” I tell him, kneeling between his open thighs. I run my hands over the inside of his thighs just to see his skin pebble for me as he shivers. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

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