Chapter GABRIEL #11
"I definitely like it. My cousin Rain is with an omega who’s six-one.
When I saw him for the first time, I gaped.
The guy is very attractive, just really tall…
too tall for my taste. It’s just not for me.
I think a smaller build triggers something protective in me, like an instinct, this urge to shield someone that tiny… "
As I say it, my gaze and hands move over his pale shoulders, sliding down to his elbows.
"That’s always been my insecurity. How small I am."
"That doesn’t have to be the case anymore. To me, it’s actually a plus, something… I really dig."
While I rub in the lotion, my fingers occasionally brush over the places where his neck glands used to be. I catch myself slowing down, almost stopping, my fingertips tracing the faintly sunken skin left after their removal.
Blue goes still, tension rising in his body again.
To ease it, I slowly move my hands toward his collarbones, then slide down over his chest, brushing his pert nipples.
Blue exhales sharply, then turns to face me, and my hands fall away.
"I think the shoulders are enough. They’re the only part that will be above the water anyway," he says in a tone that is slightly challenging, watching me with narrowed eyes, something almost rebellious in his expression.
"Maybe you’d like me to do you too?" he offers, his voice lower.
No way I’m passing that up.
"Yeah, I burn easily."
I sit down on the padded edge near the life ring so he can actually reach my shoulders.
With the height difference between his five-three or close, and my six-six, it matters.
A moment later I feel the soft touch of his fingers on my skin, and a nearly orgasmic shiver shoots through me.
"Fuck," I mutter.
"All okay?"
"More than okay."
Seriously, his touch affects me way too strongly, and I just don’t understand why. I squeeze my eyes shut, my hands clenching into fists, but I can’t suppress my erection. I guess I’m beyond touch-starved, I’m touch-crazy for him.
His soft fingers rub the lotion into my skin in slow, gentle motions, and I fight my body hard, trembling like I have a fever, until I can’t take it anymore. I turn toward him in a quick movement, grab his waist, and pull his svelte body against mine.
"Blue, I want you so much…"
My mouth is right at the level of his nipples, and I press him tightly against me, leaving wet kisses across his chest, and he lets me. His slim hands rest on my shoulders, and I think he even deliberately slides them over my glands.
"When you touch me, it feels like I’m going insane, like I’m being teleported to another dimension, somewhere incredible…" I murmur, my lips pressed against his skin.
Blue’s fingers move in soft, caressing arcs over my shoulders and the back of my neck.
I close my eyes, sitting there with my face buried against his body.
"Never stop touching me," I whisper. "Never."
"I would keep going, but we were supposed to swim," Blue murmurs… and then suddenly adds, "but that doesn’t mean we can’t go back to bed after we’re done."
I lift my head to look at him.
Blue is gazing down at me, and I realize I’ve never seen him from this angle before. I grin widely, since I love the sound of it. Did he like the blowjob so much that he’s open to experimenting even further?
So quickly? Seems like magic.
"Deal!"
Blue answers with a wide smile. Wow, how new this all feels. Like a shy hint of happiness.
We both turn toward the ocean, and I ask,
"So, diving in?"
"Yes," Blue replies lightly, his face and energy completely different now, relaxed and bright. We grab each other’s hands and jump into the deep, pun intended.
We dive under, then come back up to the surface.
For a while we splash around, messing with each other, frolicking, floating on the gentle swells.
Then we swim around the yacht for a bit, doing lazy circles, until Blue suddenly says he thinks he sees a shark on the horizon.
No matter how many times I tell him that if it were a shark I’d see it too, he climbs back onto the deck, saying,
"That’s enough swimming for me today."
"Alright," I agree, and we both dry off for a moment.
Of course I offer to help, and to my surprise, he accepts.
I towel his skin carefully, using the moment to slide my hands down over his ass, even through the fabric, taking my time there. Blue doesn’t stop me, he lets me, his expression shifting slightly, becoming softer, almost distant.
Seeing that, I decide to push a little and ask quietly, "Maybe now we can go back to that bed you mentioned…"
Blue bites his lip, then nods. I scoop him up, lift him into my arms, and carry him like that to the bedroom.
We fall onto the bed together.
Blue’s gaze is locked on my face, not breaking from my eyes and lips.
I lean over him and notice he must have taken his glasses off somewhere along the way, which surprises me.
After a moment I spot them on the nightstand, so if he wants, he can replay this scene later anyway.
Oh well, I don’t really mind.
I settle over him and for a moment we kiss slowly, then more and more intensely, my hand sliding along his side, over his ribs, the curve of his hip, and I can feel his erection nudging lightly against my stomach.
Since I already know I can make him come, I’m even less stressed and more turned on now. My blood feels like it’s rushing under my skin.
I pull his swim trunks down in one quick motion and toss them aside, still damp.
Now Blue is lying beneath me completely naked, his body so slim and delicate… for a moment I look down at him, at his soft, slight features, and focus on one part of him that definitely isn’t soft but fully hard.
But this time I want to do something different, so I slide my fingers under his hip and roll him onto his stomach in one smooth move.
"What are you doing?" Blue whispers, a little anxious.
"I want to look at everything, admire your body," I whisper back.
I can feel the nerves in him again, but he doesn’t move when I lean along the line of his spine, leaving light kisses there, like the brush of butterfly wings, until I reach the dip above his ass. I kiss him there, then slowly slide my hands down to his butt, round like two soft cushions.
Gently, I spread him apart to see what’s hidden between.
Blue is super rigid, his thigh muscles taut, but he doesn’t protest.
Oh, wow, I freeze at the sight.
His entrance is not what I expected.
It resembles, to a large extent, that of rose omegas. Those omegas are a distinct subgroup with unique physiology. Blue’s not exactly the same, but it shares a lot of their traits.
Their openings are more like a closed bud with numerous petals, and when they open, it’s like a blooming flower. It’s not just simple, random folds of tissue, but a clear pattern of softly shaped segments.
Blue’s are slightly smaller than a typical rose omega’s, well, I can tell, since I’ve seen enough porn to know, but definitely larger than a standard omega’s, like he’s somewhere in between.
The sight stirs something complicated in me, because rose omegas are said to be perfectly matched only with purple alphas… which I’m not. It’s a bit unsettling, since deep down I hoped we were fated, but I push it away quickly.
Still, I have to say it.
"Wow… you’re really beautiful down here, those soft petals… are you a rose omega?"
As I say it, I brush them lightly with my fingertip. They’re soft and pink, looking so innocent, yet not entirely, as they’re becoming more and more swollen before my eyes, glistening with a faint sheen of slick.
I draw in a breath through my nose, catching the scent, subtle, with a faint honeyed note.
Blue murmurs into the pillow,
"My genetic profile doesn’t put me firmly among them, though I’m close. I have many traits typical of the rose omega genome, but I can’t be called a full case. I’m more of a two-thirds rose omega, some intermediate stage."
I don’t comment, not sure what to say. Instead, I trace my finger slowly along his crack, then circle gently around his opening, watching as the petals begin to part under my touch, opening more, responding to me. It looks amazing, even mesmerizing.
The petals seem almost alive under my touch.
Finally, feeling tempted, I lean down and press a soft kiss to them, and a strong shiver runs through Blue’s body.
"Oh, Gabriel…"
"Yes?" I whisper, placing another, then another, then another kiss along the soft edges of his petals.
But he doesn’t say anything more, he lets me continue, and I can hear his breathing and heartbeat rapidly quicken, proving he clearly likes it. A lot. In a way, I can sense that he experiences it even more intensely than the blowjob! Looks like these petals are super sensitive… oh well, good!
Getting more confident, I drag my tongue lightly across the petals, playing with them, massaging them in slow circles.
Blue’s breathing becomes rugged, slick starts to gather, the petals opening fully now, swollen, and they look super inviting.
I can also catch a glimpse of the smooth pink tissue inside.
Looking at the sensual process, I can’t stop myself, a low AO sound escapes me, one called ‘Appreciation’, but unsure if it carries the same intensity for him, I say it out loud instead.
"It looks like you’re getting ready for me, Blue…" I whisper, deeply satisfied by how perfectly his body responded.
Blue makes a quiet sound, something like a soft hum.
Then I lean in and gently slip my tongue inside him.
It feels good, his slick is sweet, tasty, almost honey-like, and I move my tongue slowly inside him while the sounds he makes shift, turning rougher, more breathless.
I move one hand to his entrance and whisper,
"Can I put a finger in?"
Blue nods. I catch the movement, his face still buried in the pillow.
Carefully, I slide my index finger in, angling it downward, searching for that place I’ve never touched before.
I remember the diagrams well, I know exactly where to look, but I move slowly, carefully, until I feel a softer, more sensitive spot.