Page 64 of His Sassy Omega
He popped off my head long enough to instruct me. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Lachlan. Make me gag on your cock.”
He lowered his head and began sucking me hard. My hand gripped his hair roughly, but it only forced a deep moan from him. His hips were bucking against my calves, the couch, wherever he could touch and finda small amount of friction. I gripped his head, moving it up and down my cock as I fucked into his mouth, faster and harder. I hit the back of his throat, and he choked, tears springing to his eyes. I tried to back off, but he shook his head no and swallowed around my cock.
He brought two of his fingers to my lips, and I sucked them in, mimicking with my tongue what he was doing to my cock. I was moaning loudly around his fingers, and I didn’t care if the entire building heard me.
He removed his fingers and I whined at the loss. His wet fingers tickled my balls, across my taint, fingers snaking behind to my puckered entrance. He teased my nerve endings, and I spread my legs wider in an open invitation. When he pushed against my entrance, I pushed out, welcoming the intrusion of his finger, wanting him to fill me.
“Yes.” The word was low, dark, raw with need. “Fuck, yes, yes, more.”
Quinn grinned around my dick in his mouth, laughing a little, and the vibrations nearly had me coming then and there. He popped off my dick again, the sound loud in the room. He had a gleam in his eyes, as he moved his finger in me deeper. I was tight, I’d never had anything in me before, but I had wanted it. Oh, how I’d wanted it. I’d dreamed about it, fantasized about it, had even vocalized it once to a lover, only to be told that “Alphas don’t do that.”
“You like that? My finger in you?”
I moaned again, my head back, eyes closed, hips undulating, my hole sucking his finger in. “More. Want more.”
One finger became two, and I loved the fullness, the stretch, and the burn.
“I’m gonna fuck you one of these days, Alpha. With a dildo and then with my cock.”
The sound I made was loud and dirty. “Fuck yes, yes, God yes!” I wailed and babbled, my hips bucking in an uncoordinated rhythm of their own making.
“I’m gonna fill you with my cock. Pound into you until you can’t remember your name, and shoot my hot cum into you. Fill you up, and put a plug in you, so you can walk around with my spunk in you all day.” His mouth engulfed me again, his fingers hit some magic spot inside of me, and I lost it.
I shouted hoarsely. I saw stars, my mind whited out, and I shot my cum to the back of his throat. Over and over, until I was left panting and boneless.
Quinn swallowed every last drop, even flicking his tongue out to catch a stray drop on his lips, slurping and swallowing loudly. He gently pulled his fingers from my ass, which was a little sore, and I winced.
Saliva for lube wasn’t the best, and my ass had never been used before, but I loved the twinges I felt. I wanted to feel my omega whenever I sat down.
“You taste as good as I knew you would.”
I wanted to come up with some witty reply. But all I could do was sit there with a silly grin on my face, feeling completely debauched and drained, in the best possible way.
Quinn stood over me, his cock pulled from his pants, dick in hand, as he stroked himself. He was hovering over me, and I watched his hand sliding over his skin, transfixed. My hands had a mind of their own, and my fingers unbuttoned my shirt quickly, pushing it apart and baring my chest and stomach.
“Come on me,” I panted, as his hand moved faster, harder, over his dark red head, down his length. His eyes were on mine, and I was torn between wanting to watch his dick or watch his face while he pleasured himself. His breath came in short gasps, and then his muscles locked. Feet plantedfirmly, legs a little apart, scorching threads of his cum painted my chest and stomach, and I almost came again.
Quinn collapsed down next to me on the sofa, his head falling onto my shoulder, as we both let our breathing steady and our muscles relax.
I nibbled on my lip, my chin resting on the top of his head. “Do you think I’m weird?” My voice was shaky, but I needed to know. “That I liked that? Your fingers and the things you said? That I like what you want to do to me?”
Quinn’s head shot up, and his green eyes seared me as he searched my face. “Fuck no. I loved that! I’m vers, and I love topping almost as much as bottoming. Most alphas though, they aren’t into it. Think it makes them less of an alpha or some shit.”
I grabbed him by the back of his neck, kissing him with all the passion I was feeling until we finally had to pull apart from each other, or go for round two. I’d never had anyone finger me before, I’d never let anyone top me, but damn I wanted it. Had always fantasized about it. And the thought of Quinn pushing a plug into me, trapping his cum inside me, made me want to howl with need. I couldn’t wait for that to happen.
Quinn sat up and adjusted his clothes, while I did the same. I didn’t even wipe off his cum, just rubbed it into my skin. I wanted to smell him for a few more hours, and I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else could scent him on me. He was my mate, and I wanted the whole world to know.
Quinn pulled his phone out, typing, and then said, “Car service is on its way. I’ve got to run.”
I blinked at him like I was stupid. “You’re leaving?” My voice sounded like sandpaper.
“I’ve got to get back to the bakery,” he said, finger combing his hair back into place from my frantic yanking on it. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be at the festival around eleven, I think,” I told him, trying to get one leg into my pants that he had tossed to me.
“Come by the booth. I’ll be there until Stacy and Jenn show up around three.” He gave me a hard peck on the lips, then unlocked the door and sauntered out.
“Slut.” I heard Wade toss out, but there was a teasing tone to his voice.
