Page 41 of Quickies

“I only want to make you feel good.”

A corner of his lip lifted.

“Come closer.” He parted his legs and let them hang over the edge of the mattress.

I shuffled forward. He pointed to the specks of cum on his sweet little belly.

I bent over and sucked them up, one by one, until his skin was clean.

“Now strip.”

I did as I was told. Stark naked and achingly hard, I stood in front of Paris Olivier, the omega who would forever rule over my body and heart.

“I like looking at you, Boone. You’re powerful. The strongest man I’ve ever seen up close.”

I didn’t say anything. He hadn’t asked a question.

“Do you like obeying my orders?”

“Yes, Mr. Olivier.”

“You’re much bigger and stronger than me. Why should you do whatever I say, hm?”

“I only wish to make you happy, Mr. Olivier. It brings me great pleasure to see you content.”

At that, his face split into the single most beautiful, tender smile. His eyes looked a little sad, but that smile was like a ray of sunshine.

“I want you to bathe me.”

Naked and hard, I knelt by the bathtub and washed him. I got to touch every single inch of his body, and I knew I would never get enough.

He hummed when I massaged his scalp and used the showerhead to rinse his hair. I helped him out of the tub and dried him in a fluffy towel. Then I smeared his skin with the lotion he used, every part of him, from his neck to his toes. I’d never been as happy, as drunk on life, as I was right then, with my angel’s body under my hands. He let out small sighs of contentment, like the sweetest music.

When I couldn’t prolong it anymore, I offered him a bathrobe. I held it for him as he slid his arms into the sleeves. He turned and eyed me up and down. His eyes lingered on my rearing erection, but only for a second.

“Go kneel by the bed.”

I gave him a nod and went to the bedroom. I knelt as he’d instructed and waited.

I heard his electric toothbrush, then the toilet flushed, and then water hit the sink. After a few minutes, he walked out, the bathrobe open.

“You’re still hard,” he said.

I glanced at my dick. It was almost purple now, but I felt strangely detached. I’d received so much pleasure from my angel tonight that I could kneel here for days and be happy.

“Make yourself come.”

I groaned when I wrapped my fingers around the base. He watched me intently, a little crease between his eyebrows. I was close in a few strokes.

“Move so you don’t stain the carpet.”

I angled my body to the side so my dick pointed at the hardwood.

He spread his legs and let the robe fall off his shoulders. Then he lifted one foot onto the mattress, showing me his crease. He put his hand on his ass cheek, spreading himself open wider.

With my gaze on his little hole, I jerked off faster. I’d kissed him there, and he’d come for me.

“Tomorrow, when I’m done at the studio and we come back here, I want you tied to this bed. I haven’t had a cock inside me in more than a year. I will ride yours.”

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