4. Charlie
Watching Cherry crawl to me from the bed was a masterpiece .
Softly tousled waves of long dark hair, a bit frizzy from the amount of movement she’d been doing, rolling in bed trying to find relief from her heat’s debilitating pound of need. Her eyes were round and dark, glinting prettily against the soft, warm lights. Lips full and deliciously pink as she approached on hand and knees obediently, her vibrator and dildo in hand as she leaned against the wall, eyes locked on the circular window of the gloryhole opening the wall between us.
Even better than the look of her, though? The feel.
My hands found purchase against the cool glass of the mirrored window, balling into a fist as I tried not to come the instant she took me past her plush lips into her warm, wet mouth.
Briefly, I wondered if she’d ever given head before, given her inexperience.
Thinking about it made me shiver, my hips jerking forward on their own to buck into her mouth as she pleasured herself on my instructions.
Virgins had never been my thing, really. I knew some guys fantasized about it—being the first to touch and taste someone, especially an omega—but I’d never really thought about it…
Until now. The idea of being Cherry’s first, of licking that syrupy sweet tang from my fingers before plunging my cock into her slick soaked heat… Fuck, okay Charlie, come on, don’t come … think of something else …
The omega moaned around me, seeming to enjoy my taste as she took more into her mouth, her tongue dragging along the underside of my cock. Her eyes were turned up, as if she was looking right at me, but I knew that wasn’t true. She was looking at herself in the mirror, watching as my length disappeared down her throat, making her gag and whine. The idea was intoxicating.
Absolutely unreal.
“You like watching yourself give head, babygirl?” I asked, hardly recognizing the deep, forceful tone of my voice. The one I’d been using from the moment I began speaking to her. “Sucking any strange alpha through a wall, you’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
The words felt… unnatural coming from my mouth, and even stranger to my ears—like it was someone else speaking to the woman humming around my shaft.
I supposed it was someone else. At the very least I knew this wasn’t me, not really. It was me pretending to be the alpha this omega needed. And I’d seen it emulated enough by Cameo and the other alphas I hung out with—or knew through here. It was all about the tone, the words you used.
The confidence.
One of our investors had a… very submissive omega he tended to while we were in our meeting. Though they both showed up in a professional capacity, it was obvious any direct command he gave was followed, and any time his omega did something that pleased him, he would tap her on the back of the hand, as if saying “good job” silently. It was a strange sight at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I sort of… liked it.
I wasn’t sure if I was the kind of alpha who could just make an omega submit to me like that. I tended to prefer to come from a place of tenderness with my care.
My brothers joked when we were growing up that I was a beta in an alpha’s body. I thought maybe someday I’d outgrow it, second puberty would hit and the so-called built in confidence of an alpha would find me, but it never did.
I’d stopped arguing with them that they were wrong ages ago.
But this was my chance to prove that wasn’t the case, prove I could be the alpha I should be. Give this omega exactly what she needed, like Cameo said.
I pushed forward more, testing the waters a bit. If I wasn’t sure this was a two way mirror, I would think she was looking right at me. Tears began to gather and fall at the corners of her eyes as she took me to the back of her throat.
I pulled back so only the tip was left inside of her and thrust back in. She didn’t move, just letting me fuck in and out of her mouth at my pace, letting me take control.
I took the opportunity for what it was and did as I pleased.
She gagged as I pushed deeper down her throat each time, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. A string of it connected her lips to my cock even as I pulled away; it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life, and I had to fight not to splatter her pretty face and tattooed chest with my cum.
“Do you like that babygirl?” I asked, the words flowing from me easily as I rammed back into her. “Like when I use you?”
She moaned incoherently, but didn’t pull away. I wished I could grab her hair, sink my fingers into the silky strands and really have full control, but this was enough for now. If anything, her willingness only made me want her more.
Cherry’s long lashes were coated in silvery tears as she looked up at me, riding her dildo with renewed desperation that warned me she was going to come again.
A slowly spreading puddle of slick was forming below her, collecting on the tile.
I would’ve given anything to lick it up.
“God you’re beautiful,” I mumbled. I realized I didn’t put on the voice I had before, but I decided I didn’t care. It didn’t take away from the experience for me to tell her the facts.
She was beautiful. Grass is green. Water is wet.
Soon her tears really began to flow, turning into a full on sob.
Woah, that was different than from earlier.
I quickly pulled from her, that innate need to protect and fix making me crouch to look at her through the hole.
“Sweet cherry, what’s wrong?”
Her sobs came freely without my cock to block them, making it difficult for her to choke out the words. “I-it’s not enough,” she got out between her harsh breaths, riding the toy like her life depended on it. “I need more.”
A breath shuttered out of me. I wanted to give her more, wanted to give her everything —but I was well aware of her limits.
My eyes glanced at the room. “Okay, roll the bench over and bend over, I’ll help you.”
She paused at that, meeting my eyes through the hole as she sucked in ragged breaths. “I don’t think—I don’t know.”
I shushed her gently, my real voice coming back in the face of her panic. Soft and coaxing. “It’s okay, I’ll use a toy, I won’t even use my fingers if you don’t want me to. But let me help you, babygirl. Let your alpha make you feel good.”
It took a moment for her to process through the sobbing and the heat, but she eventually nodded with a hiccough and started moving. The urge to set everything up for her so she could just lay back and take what she needed hit me with a full force, but one I couldn’t follow through with. Though every cell in my body urged me to, my fingers looping into the hole and gripping until my knuckles were white.
If only I could touch her. I could make all of this go away.
She pulled the bench over with some difficulty, bending over the black plush surface, the glimmering blue gem of a butt plug shining brightly against her skin. Even though I’d seen her fuck herself from the bed, this was the first time I was able to see her perfect cunt close enough to make out the details.
It was pretty and pink, slick dripping down her thighs leaving her glossy and clearly in need of attention. But more than anything, I was struck by the scent of her—cherry and lime hitting me in a wave. I didn’t know how I’d manage to get out of here without tasting her, but one thing at a time.
Right now she was bent over in front of me, wanting, and I was going to deliver.
“I need your toy, sweet omega. Can you hand it to your alpha, babygirl?”
She fumbled a little, popping it off the floor to press the slippy silicone into my hand. I nearly dropped the fucking thing, but managed to recover as she settled again, whining as she begged.
“Please,” she all but cried, wiggling her hips. Her ass jiggled in the best way as she did, and I felt like one of those anime characters who were about to have a nosebleed and heart eyes.
Pull yourself together, Martin.
I pushed the dildo through the hole and lined it up, slotting the toy into her sweet cunt easily. I tried to be careful, but she thrust back against me, plunging the whole thing in, fake knot and all.
“No,” she cried, and not in a sexy way. “I need more! Bigger. Biggest.”
I blinked. “Are you sure? These get pretty—” I turned my head to look in the hall. It was a little unusual to play through the wall in this way, but there was still a selection of toys not far off, encased in a low-lit glass cupboard.
“I know what I need alpha,” she snapped. “Go grab the biggest dildo they have and fuck me with it. Hard.”
Her tone had transformed from the playful submissiveness I’d come to expect from an omega—or, at the very least, had been told to expect—to harsh dominance.
I didn’t hate it.
Not even a little.
Doing as she asked, I nearly tripped on my feet in my eagerness to get to the case. My eye scanned the selection of humanoid to monster to a dildo that was simply shaped like an entire hand until I found an oversized toy with a knot. “Bingo.”
The tip had to be almost as wide as my wrist, and the knot surely fist size. Not to brag, but it looked to be about a match to me. Where I’d missed out on the alpha aggression, I’d damn near tripled up on the fat cock gene.
When I came back, I grabbed the smaller blue one I’d tried to use from her. As I did, I realized it was… soaked. Soaked with her delicious scent. When I got it fully back through the hole I couldn’t help it, I ran my tongue over it.
Oh fuck.
She was divine. There was no other way to describe it. Sweet, slightly musky, and a little tangy from the lime scent she emitted. A slice of heaven, one I could get lost in again and again. I moaned around the silicone, my cock painfully hard where it wept with precum, waiting to find a home in her mouth once more.
I picked up the large dildo and shoved it through the hole, watching it almost fill the entire thing as it slid into her.
She moaned in pleasure at the stretch, still making movement to fuck against it, but not being wild enough to take the whole knot in one go.
“There you go babygirl,” I said. “Let me fuck you, let me take care of you.”
“Yes, alpha,” she moaned as she rocked back against it.
I continued licking my dildo like an ice lolly, making sure to savour every drop I could. I thought about taking my cock into my hand, but then I would have to drop the dildo, and that wasn't happening.
“Harder,” she demanded, and I quickly complied, fucking her harder with the toy. She was a vision as her ass pounded back against the wall. I tried to meet her pace, but she was insatiable.
As I fucked her, the list of her green lights came back to mind. “You’re doing such a good job taking this cock,” I started, voice deep and husky. “Such a sweet little slut, baby.”
“God yes, a slut for you,” she whimpered, pressing the buzzing egg back to her clit.
Ever fiber of my being pricked at her words, her moans coming louder as I adjusted the angle slightly, fucking her as deep as I could until the knot of the toy teased and stretched at her entrance.
“You’re doing such a good job taking me. Gonna let me knot you baby? Let me stuff you nice and full of my cum?”
“Alpha I’m?—”
Her moans turned to screams as I fucked her harder. I wished I could roll her clit over my fingers, bite down hard on her nipple before soothing it with my tongue. Bring her to the edge with my touch.
My cock.
I hadn’t even touched myself, but the idea alone had me fighting my own release.
“You’re what?” I coaxed. “My good girl? A sweet little omega slut who needs her pussy pounded? A precious angel who takes my cock so well?”
“Gonna come!” she cried.
“Come all over my cock baby.” I kept my pace, not wanting to change anything, letting her chase her pleasure. “Let me fill you up, leave you dripping with my come.”
“More,” she pleaded, half sobbing.
“More what? More talk about how you’re gonna get knocked up by an alpha you’ve never seen before? How you’re going to have my cum dripping from you for days, reminding you whose you really are? How I’m going to take that pretty little plug out of your ass and use every single one of your holes like my own personal pocket pussy?”
That was all it took. I watched as her body tensed, freezing up as her orgasm took over. Seeing what was coming, I shoved the knot in, letting her feel the full thing.
Slick gushed from her, splashing onto the mirror, some of it making it far enough to even reach the edge of the gloryhole.
As I watched, I felt the hot tingle in my lower back and my balls drew up, cum spilling from me untouched. I watched as rope after rope of cum streamed from me, puddling on the overly nice carpet. I gasped through the surprise whip of pleasure, already eager to chase another.
That’d never happened before—I didn’t even know it could happen. But watching her, hearing her? It was enough.
It was a sight that would never leave my mind. One I knew I’d jerk off to in the shower for years.
When she finally relaxed, I gently pulled the toy from her, again bringing it to my side and sucking it like it was the most expensive candy in the world.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, her trembling muscles leaned heavily over the bench.
“You alright?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse.
“I’m… tired,” she said, her voice so low I almost couldn’t hear her.
The need to care hit like a truck. “Do you need water? A snack first? That was intense, sweetness.”
She rolled to her side, and for a second I worried she’d go right off of the edge before she stopped herself.
“Think so… my mouth is dry.”
I nodded, though she couldn’t see me. “Can I… come take care of you?”
The amount of vulnerability in my voice wasn’t intentional, but it was there all the same.
She seemed to consider my words through her exhausted mind, turning it over.
“I’m tired,” she reiterated.
It wasn’t hard to parse her meaning. “I won’t do anything except cuddle… if you want, I can also get you set up and leave again. Wait out here until you wake back up.”
Each of those words out of my mouth felt… so wrong, but it was about making her comfortable.
“Cuddling sounds amazing .” She sounded dazed, as if she might not have said that if she wasn’t blissed out and weary.
“Buzz me in, babygirl,” I said lightly. “I promise to behave.”
It took her a few moments, but she peeled herself off the bench and made her way to the door.
I moved towards it, grabbing one of the muzzles attached by the door. They were here to make sure we didn’t accidentally mate an omega during heat, just in case they sent us into rut. That was always a dangerous combination.
I heard the latch click and saw the door swing a fraction. She pushed it the rest of the way open, and I was stunned for a moment. Though I’d been able to see her, it was like watching her through a screen. Face to face, close enough to touch, she was something else.
“I like the muzzle,” she said, her words softly slurred as her tired eyes looked me over. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
A chuckle came from my lips even as I ignored the twitch of my cock. “It’s not really a fashion choice.”
I stepped into the room. It was like any of the others I’d been to, but now it was filled with her scent, giving it a touch of something different. Something I could easily become addicted to.
Her .
“Go lay down,” I told her. “I’ll get us a snack and water.”
She nodded and made her way over. I walked to the tablet mounted to the wall near the door and put in a request for a ton of snacks, from crinkled cheesy chips to chocolate sandwich cookies. I added a gallon of water along with some milk, just in case she wanted it for the cookies.
“What’s your name?” she asked suddenly, snapping my attention back to her.
“Charlie,” I said easily. I hadn’t really meant to. People usually used fake names when they came here, but the inclination to be honest with her took over.
Her brow quirked. “That sounds real.”
“It is.”
She blinked at me for a moment. “Mine’s Tara,” she said quietly.
“Tara,” I parroted, rolling her name around my lips. It was pretty, and fit her perfectly.
She shuffled a bit as I said it, though I wasn’t sure why.
I didn’t care much however, as I crawled back into bed with her, letting her sink easily against my body. My hand wrapped around her back, rubbing small circles.
“I like your tattoos,” I said after a few moments of silence.
“Thanks,” she said, muffled against my chest. “Do you have any? I couldn’t pick one out, not even on your butt.”
I laughed. “No, I don’t. Never had anything interesting to get.” Which was true… on top of my fear of needles.
“Well, if you decide to do it, know you’ll never just get one. Once you’ve done it, you’re hooked.”
“Really?” I asked. She made it sound like a hard drug.
Her nod was serious. Tara pulled up her arm, and pointed to a small beetle. “This was my first one, and was supposed to be my only. But obviously after I had one I couldn’t get enough. It’s why I now have… more than I can count.”
As I ran my finger over the black and gray beetle, her breath caught slightly. She was so sensitive to any touch—not just sexual. And something about that called to me deeply.
It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door, announcing the arrival of our snacks. Reluctantly, I peeled myself away from Tara to head to the door, grabbing the tray from the attendant. A cart with a glass water jug and gold spout on it got wheeled in.
I thanked the beta who brought it and shut the door, carrying the tray of snacks to the bed. I set it down and grabbed two large cups of water before coming to sit on the bed with her.
Tara was splitting the cookies, eating just the sugary frosting from the center with long licks before setting the actual cookie back onto the tray.
I picked one of the halves up and popped it into my mouth, having to maneuver around the muzzle, but luckily there was a flat space in the front that they fit through easily. “You know what you’re doing should be a felony, right?”
She snorted. “I know. I only do this in heat. I just need the straight shot of sugar.”
I continued picking at her cookie halves, glad I’d also opted for some of those snack cakes so sugary they could melt your teeth. “I guess you can be let off with a warning this time.”
We enjoyed the snacks in a comfortable silence. Tara finished off her glass of water, and I quickly got up to get her another—though she only drank half of that one before it found its place on the nightstand. Snacks were soon forgotten too as her eyelids drooped, the little omega shifting towards me hopefully. I moved the tray off the bed and offered my arms so she could nestle in.
I could tell she’d brought a blanket of her own, probably wanting her own scent for comfort, the little rabbits on the purple plush material a soft white adorned with little cherry clips on their ears like barretts.
Her head rested against my chest, and I buried my face in her hair, letting myself bathe in her scent. Addicting. Dangerously so.
“You smell so good,” she said, like she’d been reading my mind. “Never smelled anything so good.” Her words were now for sure ninety percent being cum drunk and ten sleep deprivation, but made me smile either way.
“So do you. So sweet.”
“You smell like… blueberry pie. My favorite.”
I’d never had someone describe my scent as blueberry pie, but it was cute coming from her. Even if it made worry gnaw at my insides, were alphas supposed to smell sweet? Or were we supposed to be like, I don’t fucking know, gunmetal or something?
I pressed down my worries, letting her presence soothe me as I ran my fingers through her hair. It wasn’t long until she drifted off, and I followed along after her, falling over me like a warm blanket.