Page 55 of His Pretty Omega
“Always this time of day. They better not have their days and nights mixed up when they get here. Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense.”
“I’ve read about that in my book,” he told me, swimming away to do a lap, before returning to my side.
Cracking one eye opened, I questioned, “You’ve been reading baby books?”
“Of course. Baby books and a few on pregnant omegas.”
“Oh really?”
This was interesting news, and I wondered when he had been reading these books. I hadn’t seen any lying around his house, but I hadn’t been there every single night before the move.
“And did you learn anything interesting from these books, Mr. Ortega?”
He grinned at me, looking way too sexy all wet, with the sun turning the sky lovely shades of orange and red behind him. “I learned that I should pamper my omega.”
Shielding my eyes against the bright glare, and wishing I had grabbed my sunglasses, I snickered. “Nailed it.”
“Mmmm,” he slid between my legs, pulling me into his chest like I weighed next to nothing, which I knew wasn’t true. Maybe in the water I did though.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, realizing Alex hadn’t bothered to grab swim trunks and was just as naked as I was.
Looping my arms around his neck, his hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me as close to him as my belly would allow. I let Alex and the water hold me up, and he swam us over to the side of the pool.
He nibbled the side of my neck, sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth before releasing it. Goosebumps broke out across my shoulders and arms that were above the waters surface, and I moaned in need.
“And I learned that orgasms are good for you.”
His cock nudged my hole, before sliding back along my crease.
Gasping in pleasure, my back against the hard concrete of the pool, I told him, “I think you made that part up. But if the book said it, we should probably try it.”
“Good idea. Hold on tight.”
His hands spread my cheeks, and then his cock was pushing inside of me, aided by the water and the slick my body was already producing. I couldn’t really do much more than tighten my thighs around him, my fingers tangling in the wet strands of his hair.
“Touch yourself,” Alex growled, as his cock sliding in and out of me left me panting for air.
Whimpers of need escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes and grasped my cock.
Sensations surrounded me; the cool water lapping at my skin, the heat of the sun’s rays blazing across my skin, a strange mixture of hot and cold, the feel of Alex’s cock filling and stretching me, my back scraping the pool with each thrust of his hips.
My hand pumped my own dick as Alex found the perfect rhythm, pegging my prostate with each thrust.
“Yes, there!” I cried, “Right fucking there! Gonna come!”
Alex’s hips were moving with a frenzied need, as was my hand on my own cock.
Each thrust pushed me against the pool wall, forcing the air to whoosh from my lungs on a high-pitched cry.
“Come!” Alex demanded in my ear, his teeth nipping my earlobe sharply and I saw stars.
The heat of his cum in my hole was a shock after the cold water, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
I whined when Alex pulled out before his knot could catch on my rim.
“Don’t think the pool is the best place for us to be knotted together,” he panted.
I couldn’t make sensible words, so I just rested my head on his shoulder, mumbling, “’k.”
