Page 8 of His Innocent Omega
Okay, now we were getting someplace.
Normally before a scene I’d work out limits with my partner. But this was a one and done, and our kinks were there for us to see on the app. Despite all that, despite having his soft and hard limits listed, there was an innocence to him that I found alluring.
Stroking a finger over the soft skin of his high cheekbone, I quietly asked, “Are you a virgin, 187?”
He looked down at me, his eyes already a little cloudy and unfocused with the first hint of subspace. I hadn’t expected him to slip into that sweet space already. We’d barely gotten started. Barely even touched.
“No, I’ve had sex.” His voice was an octave higher than it had been.
Drawing my lips into a hard line, I pressed them firmly together to keep the smile that threatened at bay. I hadn’t spent the last twenty-five years capturing the baddest of the bad to not spot a lie when I heard one. Though in his case, it was probably more a technicality than an outright lie. I figured he might have a little experience, he had certainly listed out his limits, but I doubted he had much.
“Have you had penetrative sex?” He needed to clarify, because there were a lot of sexual acts that didn’t involve an omega taking an alpha’s cock up their ass. “Have you taken a knot before?”
His eyes were wide when he whispered, “Are you going to knotme?”
“If you want, yes. If not, I’ll do my best to avoid it. Do you want me to penetrate you?” Because I could almost guarantee that if I slid balls deep into his tight little hole, I was going to pop my knot.
He blushed once more, and Goddess, he looked pretty when his cheeks turned rosy. He was fucking beautiful, even without the blush. All long limbs, pale skin, lithe muscles, and riotous hair. My dick jerked and throbbed, sincerely hoping this perfectly submissive omega would say yes.
“Yes.” There was that breathy whisper of his again.
“Once I have your ass–your perfect ass, by the way–all warmed up, all red and hot from my hand, I’m going to lick up all your delicious slick. I’m going to fuck you open with my tongue, until your hole is soft and begging to be filled with my cock.”
I watched as a drop of precum pooled at the top of his dick at my words, then started a slow slide down his shaft. My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to lick it up, but I held myself back.
“Once I have you sloppy wet with slick and saliva, I’m going to fuck you. Stretch you wide with my cock. Knot you if you want me to. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, while I hold your hands down, and make you take it. Just like your profile said you wanted. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now. Use any of the traffic light colors or your safe word.”
“Ngghhh.” He moaned loudly, eyes closing and dick twitching.
Oh yes, I’d read all of this boy’s kinks. Even if he hadn’t done them yet, he wanted to. He was nearly vibrating with need. I almost wished I had a pair of my handcuffs with me. His wrists were dainty and delicate, and my hands were large enough Iwould be able to hold both his hands together with one of mine.
“Use your words, boy. Green, yellow, red. Or your safe word. Check in, please.”
“Green.” It was a quiet moan, then he added, “Green, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Rubbing my cheek against the inside of his thigh left the prettiest pink mark. I knew I had a good amount of stubble on my face. I always did by the end of the day. It was just enough abrasion to leave the slightest mark. He’d listed marking as a kink, and I wanted to mark him. I wanted to mark him badly.
“Are you up for taking my knot?”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I…I’d like to try, Sir.”
Standing, I lightly caressed his cheeks with both my hands, nearly getting lost in the dreamy look in his eyes. This boy was sheer perfection. “I promise not to hurt you. If it’s too much, you know what to do.”
He nodded, “Use my words.”
“What’s your safe word?” I wanted him to say it again, since he’d picked it on the fly and he wasn’t used to using it yet. Goddess, this omega wasn’t used to anything yet.
He blinked, looking confused for a second, before his eyes cleared just enough. “Star Wars.”
Dropping a kiss to his forehead, because I couldn’t resist, I smiled against his hot skin. “Such a perfect boy you are. So smart.”
He shivered again, and I had him over my knees before he could register the switch in our positions. He let out a small squawk, before settling and draping himself more comfortably across my thighs. Rubbing my hand over his plump, round mounds, he relaxed against me.
The first swat took him by surprise, and he jumped, a tiny yelpescaping his lips. My handprint was clear on his ass, perfectly pink and outlined. I smacked his other cheek, so he’d have matching marks. The next few swats I varied the placement of. I really should have had him counting out loud, but since this was the first time he had played hard core, I was afraid he might get overwhelmed. At five, I stopped to check in with him. “Color?”
He moaned, grinding against me. I could feel his hard dick, and the palm of my hand was damp and sticky with his slick. “Green, Sir.”
He humped my leg a little, to give his dick some friction and to prod me to continue without saying the words. I should scold him for the friction, but I let it go this time.
