Page 25 of Omega's Midlife Love
We kept conversation light as we ate, and I was grateful that he managed to keep my thoughts from straying to the past week.
Alan shocked me again by offering to dry when I went into the kitchen to wash our plates. It felt less like he was a billionaire standing next to me, and more like he was an alpha taking care of his omega.
I put the plates away, and his arms slid around my waist from behind as he buried his nose in my neck and breathed deep.
I shivered. It was an incredibly intimate act, and made his intentions clear.
My cock hardened and slick started to gather at my entrance. I knew Alan smelled it when he shuddered against me.
“I should go,” he whispered against my skin.
I took a deep breath. Him leaving was the last thing I wanted.
“Stay the night?” I asked.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you if I do,” he admitted, kissing my shoulder.
I turned in his embrace and looped my arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to keep your hands off me.”
His eyes met mine. “Are you sure David?”
I nodded. “I haven’t had an alpha touch me in almost ten years, and I thought I didn’t care anymore. But I want this with you.”
“I want you too,” he replied as he dipped his head to kiss me again.
We stood there, kissing in my kitchen until we were both out of breath. Then I took his hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom. Part of me was concerned that he wouldn’t be comfortable there, being used to a much more lavish space, but when there was only genuine curiosity in his eyes as he looked around my fears eased.
“It’s cozy,” Alan said, turning back to me.
“I don’t need much,” I said.
He smiled. “Maybe not, but you deserve everything.”
“Alan…”
He closed his eyes and held me close enough that his erection pressed against mine. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to call me by my first name.”
“Really?”
He leaned his forehead against mine. “Mr. Beischel was professional, distant, and all I wanted was to get closer to you.”
“You know I’ll still have to call you that in front of others.”
He shuddered. “As little as possible, please.”
“Ok.”
I slid my hands up his chest, and touched his tie. “May I?”
“Yes.”
My fingers shook as I loosened the silk, then the knot was gone and I slid it from his collar before unbuttoning his shirt.
His chest was solid beneath my fingers. Not the hard muscles of an alpha in his twenties, but still that of a man who took care of himself.
I slid his shirt from his shoulder, then tugged his undershirt from his pants.
Alan chuckled and pulled the undershirt over his head, tossing it to the side and allowing me to see his chest. It was toned without being overly muscled, and speckled with a smattering of salt-and-pepper hair.
