Page 48 of His Innocent Omega
“I know we can’t do anything penetrative,” he assured me, untying the strings that were holding his sweats on my hips. In a swift move, he pulled them down enough to free my cock. It bobbed hotly between us. “Yet. But I can do this.”
Leaning down, he sucked my tip into the warm wetness of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, then over the slit.
“Fuck!” I shouted, bucking up into his mouth, needing more.
His heavy arm rested across my pelvis, holding me down, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. Grinning wickedly at me, his dimples deep on either side of his mouth, he took a deep breath then swallowed me down to the root.
My brain short circuited. That was the only explanation I had for the stars that exploded in my head, behind my eyes, in my very balls.
My toes curled into the couch cushion; my hips moved against his arm pinning me down. He swallowed and my tip touched the very back of his throat, and I swore the man didn’t have a gag reflex.
“Grayson,” I panted, tugging at his hair, “I need...can you…?”
He popped off my dick with a loud smacking noise, soothing a hand up my chest. He avoided my nipples, and I was stunnedhe’d remembered they had been sore. They were so much better now, and I should probably let him know that. Later.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” His voice was that low, deep, raspy, sexy-as-sin growl that instantly turned me into a mewling submissive mess.
Moving my arms above my head, I crossed them at my wrists. “Can you hold them? Like you did that night. Hold them, and push them down. Hold me down?”
“Anything you want, Wyatt. You’re in charge.” He kept saying that but I felt more out of control than I had ever felt in my life. It was amazing and terrifying all at the same time. Like I imagined it would feel riding on a roller coaster, or the back of a motorcycle. Two things on my bucket list I had never experienced.
One long arm snaked up my body, and that large hand of his encircled both my wrists tightly, pushing them into the arm of the sofa.
Fiery heat engulfed me from being pinned down, threatening to consume me and I keened noisily. There was no other word for the sound that came out of my mouth. It was a long, keening, whining wail.
Grayson bent over my cock again, blowing hot air over the wet tip and I nearly lost my mind. I was so fucking close to…something. My balls were tight against my body, my hips had a mind of their own as they bucked up and up, chasing the elusive mouth that was heaven and hell combined.
Grayson sucked me down again, slurping loudly, his head bobbing faster and faster. His hand tightened on my bound wrists with the slightest of pressure, and it was just what I needed.
My muscles went rigid, my body arching up like the string of a bow, and I screamed as my cum exploded, painting theinside of Grayson’s mouth and throat. Through hazy, slitted eyes I watched his throat convulse, moaning at the taste of me. The sounds he made as he swallowed me, the heated, hooded look in his dark eyes, made me feel wanton and desired. That the taste of my cum had the power to make this alpha look like that…it was a potent, heady feeling.
A pearly white drop escaped the corner of his mouth, and his pink tongue darted out, chasing it. Like he had to have every last drop of me.
Stretching my arm towards him, I caressed the hard, heavy bulge still trapped inside his sweats. “What about you? Do you want me to–”
He shook his head, “This was for you. I’m fine.”
My teeth scraped my bottom lip and my eyes feasted on that bulge and the slightest damp spot darkening the light material. It didn’t seem fair or right to leave him in that state, especially with him having to get ready for work.
“Come on me,” I whispered, writhing and stretching on the couch beneath his gaze. “Jack yourself and come on me.”
“Wyatt–” his voice was a hoarse rasp and I shivered at the sound of it.
“You said I was in charge, and I want you to. Please. I…I want to watch you. I want you to cover my stomach in your cum and rub it into my skin. I want to smell you on me all day.”
“Fuck, Wyatt, when you talk like that, I forget you’re so innocent.”
“Not that innocent. Just because you were my first doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want to do. To try. Things I want to experience. I have a long list of things, Grayson.” My smile was secretive and mysterious. I wasn’t just talking about sexual things either, but he didn’t need to know that right now. “I don’tknow what this is between us. I don’t know if it’s pheromones, or fated mates, or just plain lust. I can’t explain it and that makes me twitchy. I don’t like things I can’t explain.”
He chuckled, sliding from his knees on the floor to straddle my legs with his thick hairy thighs on the sofa, in a swift move that men half his age probably couldn’t pull off. “Oh, I’m aware, sweetheart.”
“I just know how I feel around you. How you make me feel. I want more of it. More of you.” It was a hard thing for me to admit that I wanted him, after vehemently pushing him away, but there was an undeniable pull between us.
He leaned down, his lips brushing mine and whispered, “You have me.”
“Then give me what I want,” I whine demanded, undulating against him as much as I could with the way he had me trapped. “Stroke yourself. Show me what you do to get off when you’re all alone.”
Roughly, he pushed his sweats just past his ass, his cock finally free. It bounced against his stomach, the large head angry and purple, dripping precum. He thumbed the pool of nearly clear liquid, swirling it around the head, then ran his hand down his length.
