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“Oh? Ohhhh.” Mr. W caught on. He cleared his throat, stood straighter, then said, “Go ahead, then,” like he was ordering me around.
He was adorable. I’m sure that wasn’t how I was supposed to feel about a Dom, but there were no two ways about it. I had no idea why someone like him would have signed up for the omega auction, let alone been selected for it, but the way he stood there, waiting for me to do something was the sweetest, most endearing thing I’d ever seen in an alpha.
I stepped toward him, bending down to unbutton his suit jacket with my teeth. He made a sound like he didn’t know what I was doing at first, but as I managed to slide the button through its hole and loosen his jacket, then straighten to bite one lapel and push it toward his shoulder, he figured it out.
“Let me help you,” he said, starting to shrug out of the jacket.
I shook my head and continued my task of undressing him without my hands. I was pretty good at it, too. He had to help a little by shrugging so I could get the jacket over his shoulder, then shaking his arms so it fell to the floor, but that was the most awkward part.
Once that was done, I dropped to my knees in front of him, settling into a spot-on kneeling pose, and pulled the front of his shirt out of his trousers with my teeth. Mr. W watched in wonder as I freed that, then unbuckled his belt, also with my teeth, and undid the front of his trousers. It was clumsy and slow, I’ll admit, but with a little work, I managed to get his cock free.
That was all I really wanted. I rubbed it with my cheek and nuzzled close to the base to free as much of it as I could, then Ilicked my way from root to tip before sucking it between my lips and deep into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Mr. W gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking reflexively.
Yeah, that was what I wanted. Harder. Tighter. I moaned around his cock and bobbed deeper, trying to communicate that I wanted him to fuck my throat. I wanted to lose myself in the feeling of servicing him. He tasted so good, and a was dying to get him to spill down my throat, or better still, to pull out and rub out an orgasm all over my face.
Mr. W had other ideas.
“Shit, I’m close,” he gasped. “I can’t?—”
He stumbled back a bit, pulling my hair as he did, though I could tell it wasn’t on purpose. With tense, hurried gestures, he pulled me forward toward the bed, then pushed me so I tumbled forward onto it.
I instinctively spread my legs and lifted my hips for him, which turned out to be a good idea. With a few desperate gestures, Mr. W shoved his trousers and underwear down to his thighs, then lined up behind me, one hand on my hip and one on my shoulder, and drove home.
Three or four thrusts later, he made a strangled sound as he came. The warm dribble of his cum joining my slick as he pulled out a little too much before sinking back in gave me hot, sizzly feelings, but it didn’t push me over the edge.
With an almost disappointed groan, Mr. W sagged over me, still inside me, but just barely. I wasn’t in heat so he didn’t knot, he just seemed to run out of enough steam to push in or pull out all the way.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, sounding like he was being really hard on himself. “I’m so sorry.”
I had to fight the urge to laugh. That would have been the cruelest thing I could have done. And really, more than laughing,I wanted to wriggle around, free my arms, and hug Mr. W to let him know it would be alright.
“It’s okay,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder, though he was hiding his face from me. “So what if we’ve got a few things to work on. That’s what we’re here for, right? Why don’t we get to work and figure out how to have the very best time we can together.”
Because the potential was there. I could feel a connection with Mr. W. All he needed was to let go a little, and I knew just the thing for that.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shawn
Who would have thought it was possible to fail at sex? I was an alpha, and alphas were supposed to be virile and insatiable, especially when presented with an omega as attractive and open and Enzo. Enzo wasn’t even in heat, but I’d lasted about thirty seconds before blowing my load. At least I’d managed to get inside him instead of going off like a rogue firehose all over the duvet or something.
“I have an idea,” Enzo said as he gently wriggled away from me and sat up to face me.
I sat up too, face hot as blazes because I was still more or less fully dressed. My trousers and underwear were around my thighs, although the hem of my shirt covered my drooping cock, and Enzo was beautifully, gloriously naked. And still hard. Shit, I hadn’t even made him come.
“An idea?” I asked in an attempt to deflect from my shame.
“Yeah.” Enzo smiled at me. The way he looked as he stood, his body pink with warmth and his thighs sticky with slick, hadmy heart beating faster and my cock taking notice again. “The DFC usually leaves a little care package for people playing at events like this. Let’s see what gifts they’ve given us. Maybe we can use something to help us along.”
“Okay,” I said, standing.
I didn’t know whether to pull my trousers up or get rid of them entirely and join Enzo in nakedness. My head wanted to pull my trousers up, fasten my buckle, grab my jacket, and run for the hills. I was already in the hills, though, and since my head wasn’t helping me at all in this fantasy, I quickly toed off my shoes, stepped out of my trousers and underwear, and pulled my shirt off before joining Enzo at the bureau on one side of the room.
I wasn’t sure what Enzo was expecting, but when he turned to check on me, then did a doubletake as he swept a gaze over my naked body, I was sure it wasn’t for me to take off my clothes. His pretty face flushed, and his semi took on a whole new life, rising up at the sight of me.
“We’re going to crack this,” he said, smiling and nodding to the selection of items that had been laid out on the bureau. “We’re going to find something that will help us along.”
