Page 9 of Choosing Me

“Thank you,” Wilson says, his voice all breathy and barely there. “Thank you. Thank you.”

God, what the fuck did I do in another life that landed me this alpha in my bed? I reward him by feeding him my cock, making sure to go slow so he can get used to the feeling. Once fully sheathed, I pause, watching Wilson’s face. His eyes are scrunched shut, his nose adorably wrinkled. I lean down on my elbows and kiss his nose before stealing his lips in a brutal kiss.

His hands slide over my spine as my hips begin to move, pulling back before shoving forward. Over and over, my movements are steady and languid, keeping a consistent rhythm.

“Fuck,” Wilson says when I pull away, nipping his bottom lip just because I can.

I pull his hands away from my back, using my left hand to pin his wrists over his head against the bed. His eyes stare up at me, slowly bleeding from brown to alpha red. I curse my own eyes for shifting as well, turning omega gold as our inner animals respond to each other. To distract myself, not wanting things to get toosentimentalor intimate, my right hand goes to Wilson’s chest, tugging on his nipples. He rewards me with the prettiest moan. It’s the perfect distraction.

“That’s it,” I say with a smirk, loving the way he’s letting me play him. I’m learning what makes him tick, what makes him moan, what makes his toes curl in pleasure and I plan to extort each and every thing I learn the next time we sleep together. “Such a good alpha for me, letting me play my fill.”

“Calvin!”

I let out a deep chuckle as he yells my name. I let go of his wrists in order to reach down and tug on his cock. “Are you going to be good for me and come?”

Wilson’s eyes widen and he nods his head. “Yes! Can I come? Please, Calvin. It feels so good.”

I lean back on my heels a bit, putting space between our bellies. I stroke his cock roughly, wanting to get him close without throwing him over the edge. “Be a good boy and come for me, Wilson.”

Wilson’s hips rise up off the bed as he moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I can feel his knot beginning to harden, his cock twitching in my hand. Just before he comes in my hand, I let go. “What the fuck?”

I smile from ear to ear as Wilson’s cock throbs, his knot popping without my hand there. Cum drips from the tip of his dick onto his belly, the very tip turning the prettiest shade of red. I continue to fuck him, milking his orgasm right out of him, the slap of my hips connecting loud in the room.

Wilson whimpers as I fuck him, the noise so pretty in my ears. His ass tightens around me and it’s enough to have my own orgasm come crashing down over me. I might have stolen Wilson’s orgasm but that doesn’t mean I won’t be treating myself to one.

As gently as I can, I pull my cock free, still smirking as Wilson whimpers again from being so sensitive after a ruined orgasm. His cock is still bright red and rock hard against his belly despite the cum pooling on his abs.

“What was that?”

“Did you really think I’d be satisfied after you came? I ruined your orgasm so I could have you again.”

“You--” Wilson puts his hands over his face, huffing out the tiniest laugh. His scent is still honey’d around the edges, letting me know he’s as into this as I am despite his exasperated tone. “Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?”

I toss the condom away and get back into the bed, running my hand over his belly and chest. I run the back of my fingers against his rock hard cock and Wilson whimpers. “You’ve gotten yourself into a whole lotta fun,” I tell him, kissing his cheek. “Take a breath and let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

Instead of more whimpering, Wilson pulls his hands away from his face and shows me a wide smile, one that has my breath catching in my throat for reasons I don’t really understand. “You’re on,” he says before turning us over so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. He leans down and kisses my lips.

I think this arrangement is gonna work out just fine.

Chapter Six

Wilson

I stretchout across my couch, letting out a jaw cracking yawn. I’m treating myself to a lazy Saturday morning, complete with kitty snuggles. Theodore nudges his face against the bottom of my chin, silently demanding pets which I’m happy to give. His purrs vibrate against my chest, making me smile. I’ve already uploaded a sponsored post on my social media featuring the boys playing with some new cat toys, so the only plans I truly have are washing my kitchen sometime before I need to start cooking tonight’s dinner.

My stomach flutters as I think about my plans for tonight. I was worried going back to work and seeing Calvin again after our night together would be awkward, or our conversations would be silted. Our arrangement has so much potential to blow up in our faces if we’re not careful. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. Calvin was still his charming, flirty self, and I was the flustered alpha he likes to make tongue-tied.

Whatever this is going on between us is going well. I’ve never been with an omega who loves to take charge like Calvin does and I realize I’ve been missing out. One night with him and he already has me in the palm of his hand. It’s addicting, to feel so taken care of. To give everything up and let him be in charge. He makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I love it more than words can say.

Now I just have to keep him around as long as I can.

I close my eyes a moment, just letting that warm feeling bloom inside my chest, smiling to myself as I think about his pretty face. Part of me knows I need to keep my heart in check but the other part of me savors that warm, happy feeling only a crush can give you. My phone pinging with a new message has my eyes opening again.

Calvin: [Image]

My eyes widen as I take in the picture Calvin’s sent me. His hair is wet and it’s obvious he’s just gotten out of the shower based on the steam still billowing around him. He’s only wearing a towel around his hips, leaving his chest exposed for my greedy eyes. I’ve gone from lax and sleepy to wide awake and at attention in the span of a few seconds and I can’t say I’m mad about it. God, he’s gorgeous.

Calvin: Like what you see?

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