Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Mason
I knew something was different about this fantasy from the second I caught a whiff of Billy’s fizzy soda scent. Pictures and profiles on an app could only go so far to tell you what a person was like. Proximity didn’t lie. There was no way an app could have prepared me for Billy.
He’d played along perfectly from the second I’d grabbed him, which was more than a lot of omegas did. There was no stop and start as we introduced each other and went over the parameters of the fantasy again in person. Billy was invested in playing, and that carried me right along, pulse pounding, cock hardening, and senses shifting into overdrive.
I actually forgot half the things I was going to say or do to build the play scenario I had in mind. I was supposed to be the good guy willing to do bad things in the scene I’d constructed. My character was government agent hunting down terrorists and making them both talk and pay for what they’d done.
Was it realistic? No. Would it require a few leaps of logic to get us where we needed to be, sweaty and spunky and covered in slick? Absolutely.
Did I fumble everything the moment I touched Billy’s skin and breathed in his powerful, sugary scent? Oh yeah.
I couldn’t even remember the excuses I’d made to tear off his suit pants and pull his hips up so I could sink right into him and pound away. Something about making him talk?
Talking was the last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to fuck him, deeper and deeper. Without pretense or scenes or even logic. The wrongness of thrusting away in an omega I barely knew, while his hands and arms were restrained and his legs were trapped over the arms of my carefully designed chair was acute. But wasn’t that what I liked? Sex that felt wrong?
The last kernel of caution in my brain that said something was off about the whole thing and I should probably stop to find out what it was and fix it snapped out of existence when Billy tensed and groaned and started to come. His face was a contorted mask of pleasure and his slim, omega cock a fountain as he spurted all over his clean, white dress shirt. He even hit his red and blue-striped tie, he came so hard.
I was astounded by how much cum he spilled, and with how hot and slick and gripping his hole was. I was astounded for about three seconds before I started to come with a loud roar…and my knot swelled, locking us together.
My jaw dropped, and my lust-hazed gaze focused down on where Billy and I were joined. The sight of our bodies, mine big and muscled and his slender and svelte, joined in the most intimate way two people could be joined forced another orgasm out of me, hard on the heels of the first one.
That was my second clue about what was happening.
Billy’s powerful aftershock orgasm that milked more cum onto his no-longer-clean shirt was the third.
I slumped over him as we both stopped coming, bracing my hands against the back of the chair near his clamped wrists. We were both breathless and sweating. Billy’s soda scent, complete with the impossible feeling of bubbles and fizz it brought with it, was so strong it was all I could smell.
“You didn’t tell me you were in heat,” I gasped as soon as I had the faculties to.
Billy glanced up at me with the first hint of genuine fear in his eyes. “I didn’t know I was,” he said in a voice that seemed too small for him. “I swear, I didn’t know. I’m not supposed to go into heat for another two or three weeks.”
I glanced down between us to where our bodies were fused together again, although in our current position, his shirt and suit jacket and my trousers and T-shirt hid most of the good stuff. There was no mistaking the feeling of my knot, though.
Alphas didn’t knot during sex unless the omega was in heat.
“You’re in heat now,” I said, one eyebrow raised.
“I’m sorry,” Billy panted, breaking character. “I’m so, so sorry. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”
“It’s okay,” I said stiffly, my body throbbing with the latent pleasure of being knotted to an omega in heat.
“No, it’s not,” Billy insisted. “I swear, this has never happened to me before. I’m as regular as clockwork. If I had known?—”
“Really, it’s okay,” I said. I even tried to smile to put his mind at ease.
“Are you sure?” Billy panted.
He looked so vulnerable with his hands stuck in the clamps above his head, his well-formed legs split over the arms of my chair, and his creamy thighs a sharp contrast to the rough fabric of my combat trousers as my legs kept him open. I wanted to tear off his jacket, shirt, and tie to have him completely naked as I fucked him through another wave.
On second thought, he could keep the tie.
I shook my head. What was I thinking? I didn’t play scenes with omegas in heat. In fact, I could count on one hand the number of times I’d taken an omega through heat, and all four of those times had been with Davy, years ago.
“Right,” I said, moving to test how full my knot was and if it had any intention of going down soon. “I guess we need to talk about this.”
“I guess so,” Billy said with the faintest hint of a grin.
That made me grin, too.
Which made my deep, inner alpha wake up and pay attention.
I didn’t want to think about the implications of anything that deep within me stirring.
I cleared my throat and asked, “Do you want to continue playing the fantasy?”
Billy tilted his head to one side, which looked sexy as hell with him restrained and trapped on my knot like he was. “I mean, if you don’t want me here, I suppose I could leave and find a service to take me through the rest of my heat.”
Even as he said it, pretending to be casual, he grimaced. Omegas had an innate, biological revulsion to having more than one alpha take them through their heat. I knew plenty of omegas who actually got off on that revulsion and routinely played out fantasies where they had two, or even three or four, alphas fuck them through heat. I knew a throuple with one omega and two alphas who had no problem at all going through a plural heat, too. But I immediately had a sense that Billy wasn’t that type.
“There’s no question about me taking you through your heat,” I said, shaking my head a little as my knot showed the first signs of going down. “I started this and I’ll finish it. But if you just want a normal heat and not a fantasy scene?—”
“No!” Billy cried out, his face going wide with alarm. “I want the scene. I want the fantasy. I loved what you were doing. You’re a good cop gone bad, I assume?”
My mouth twitched. I should have held my dangerous, threatening persona for him, but I had to smile. And I knew for a fact that I looked like an overgrown teddy bear when I smiled.
I cleared my throat and forced my expression to turn dangerous again. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m a special agent with the government that has been tracking terrorists for years.”
“Whoops,” Billy said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Was I supposed to be the terrorist?”
I had to battle not to smile again.
“Sounds like Agent Ace got the wrong man,” I said. “But he doesn’t know that yet. He’s nothing if not diligent. He’ll do whatever he thinks it takes to squeeze a confession out of his suspect.”
Billy gasped, and his ass squeezed around my fading knot and softening cock as he did. “What will you do if I confess?” he said, his voice wavering and his expression terrified again.
The spark was still in his eyes, though. His gorgeous, dark, naughty eyes.
“I might just let you go,” I growled, leaning closer to him. “Maybe.”
The scene was on once more.
So this was how it would be. I’d never played a scene with an omega in heat before. It might curtail my plans to test some of my new equipment, but chances were it would make for a way kinkier experience than I’d originally planned.
“Alright, alright, I’ll confess,” Billy whined, pretending to struggle against his wrist clamps. “What was it you think I stole again?”
My knot had gone down entirely, and the overwhelming slickness of his hole caused me to slip out with only the slightest movement back. I didn’t mean to do it, but I glanced down at that moment and caught sight of his gaping hole slowly closing from my invasion, his slick and my cum seeping out onto the chair’s cushion.
I didn’t give a fuck about the chair, but it gave me an in to take the scene to the bedroom.
“You’re a filthy liar,” I said, reaching behind the chair to the release button. The wrist clamps popped open. “Lying and filthy,” I said, circling my arms behind the small of his back and pulling him up and out of the chair. “Stop dripping on my furniture and playing dumb.”
Billy gusted out a breath as I steadied him on his feet. I could tell from the way he squirmed that the sensation of everything sliding down his inner thighs turned him on.
Looking at him standing there, bottomless, half-hard cock sticky from earlier, his thick, brown hair disheveled and his suit jacket rumpled definitely turned me on.
“I’m not playing dumb,” he insisted, doing an excellent job of seeming distressed. If not for the impish glint in his eyes, I would have thought he was genuinely in a panic. “I’m not who you think I am. I’m just a businessman here for work. I don’t have any codes or whatever it is you want.”
“Lying,” I snarled. “And filthy.” I nodded to his shirt.
I stepped into him, noting that Billy didn’t flinch back and try to run the way a real kidnapping victim would, and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It hadn’t been buttoned when I’d grabbed him from the street, so it was easy to shove off his shoulders. His shirt came off next. I was strong enough to grab the front and to tear it open, sending popped buttons flying.
Billy gasped for real, his eyes going molten with lust at my silly power-alpha move. Although realistically, it wasn’t as easy to pop buttons off a shirt like that as people thought. You had to be genuinely strong to do it, and I was.
I yanked his shirt away from his body and threw it onto the chair, but following my earlier thoughts, I left his tie on.
Billy was sexy as hell in nothing but a tie, body flushed from heat, tell-tale glints of viscous liquid shining on his thighs proving that he’d already been fucked once. He looked humiliated, and God help me, I loved it. I wanted to turn him around, shove him over the chair again, and eat his sweet, heat-wet ass out like nobody’s business.
Instead, I pulled my T-shirt off over my head, pushed my already loose trousers farther down my thighs, and gave my cock a stroke.
“Maybe the right words will come out of your mouth if I stick the right thing in it,” I said.
I grabbed Billy’s tie and yanked him forward, knowing exactly what I would do.
But without being consciously aware of my brain’s switch-up, instead of shoving him to his knees, fisting my hands in his hair, and feeding him my cock, I crashed my mouth over his and kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue past his teeth to duel with his instead.
Billy groaned loudly, in surprise at first, then with something else entirely. I ravished his mouth, sucking his tongue into mine, and reached around to grab a handful of his smooth, plump ass. It felt like the cells of my body rearranged themselves.
A moment later, that moment of surprise shifted back to the powerful need to rut with this fiery omega.
I pushed Billy back and tried not to smile at his heavy-lidded, fish-mouth face as he tried to keep kissing me even though we were separated. I had something else for that mouth to do, and despite my moment of unexpected action, my cock was already pulsing in expectation.
“Get your mouth on me,” I growled, applying enough pressure on Billy’s shoulders that he was forced to sink to his knees.
“But I don’t know anything, I swear,” he said, gazing up at me with a pleading look that had my blood racing. He was back in the scene with me. “I don’t know— mnph .”
His words cut off as I pushed the tip of my cock into his open mouth.
Heat did wild things to both omegas and alphas. The second my tip was in Billy’s mouth and his tongue lapped against my slit, we both moaned with pleasure. Every idea for the plot and progress of the kidnapping scene flew out the window as he sucked on me, urging me to plunge deeper.
I wasn’t used to omegas in heat, so I went easy at first, not wanting to choke him. After a few thrusts, I remembered that heat all but obliterated an omega’s gag reflex, so I pushed harder.
Sure enough, though Billy gurgled and slurped and groaned, he didn’t choke. The sensation of fucking all the way to his throat as he gripped my thighs, digging his fingertips in, had me coming before I even knew I was there.
“Fuck,” I ground out through clenched teeth as Billy eagerly swallowed everything I gave him. I’d forgotten how much omegas craved alpha cum in any way they could get it while in heat, too.
And how it wasn’t enough.
Billy pulled back, releasing my cock with a popping sound. “More,” he gasped. “I need more. I need your knot.”
I grabbed him under his arms and hoisted him up. Sloppily and unceremoniously, my pants still around my thighs, I marched him back to the bedroom and pushed him toward the bed.
The bedroom was where I had a lot of the newer tech I’d been working on set up. Not only were there motion-sensing cameras and concealed restraints that could be pulled out and used in less than three seconds, there were a few other gems no one, not even Colin, knew I’d been working on.
I would get a chance to play with those, but in that moment, all my mind and body could think about was rutting with the naked omega—naked with a tie—who was completely at my mercy.
Billy scrambled onto the bed without me having to push him and positioned himself on his knees and forearms, his pink, slick, gaping ass on display for me. “Please, please,” he moaned. “This wave is a bitch. I need your cum.”
I rushed onto the bed behind him, grabbing his tempting ass cheeks and pulling them wide open. A rush of his scent, magnified by heat, struck me like a physical blow.
I’d just lined myself up to fuck into him when the part of me that liked to play pinged.
Instead of fucking him, I shifted back, and rather than thrusting my cock in him, I pushed two fingers into his needy hole.
Billy made a loud, wild sound of urgency and disappointment.
“You want my cock, liar?” I asked, getting back into the scene. “You want me to put this hungry hole out of its misery?”
“Yes,” Billy whined. “Please.”
I added a third finger, pumping hard and fast into him. “Then tell me where the codes are hidden.”
Billy let out a sound that was half laughter and half crying. “I don’t know anything about codes. You’ve got the wrong—aah!”
I pushed a fourth finger in and started fucking as deep as my knuckles. Billy’s whole body trembled with the invasion, but he hadn’t even come close to using his safe word, so I kept going.
“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he gasped, almost insensibly.
If it weren’t for the fact that my balls felt so heavy and my cock so hard that it was drooling, I might have pushed things further and fisted him. Fisting was a big deal for omegas, since it was inherently such a possessive, and for some, humiliating, act. I’d never wanted to treat an omega that way, so I was surprised at how difficult it was to make myself stop.
I covered the surge of emotion that came with those instincts by replacing my fingers with my cock, thrusting in hard.
“Yes!” Billy shouted, loud enough to disturb the neighbors, if there had been any neighbors. I actually owned the entire building, and none of the other apartments were occupied at the moment. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me hard, alpha!”
That wasn’t part of the scene. That was pure Billy. He was a greedy little cock-slut, or so it seemed.
I liked it. Most of the omegas I’d played out this fantasy with exuded guilt and shame at this point in the scene. They got off on what they considered their own depravity. Billy, on the other hand, was in it for the pure joy of playing. Everything about him, from the angle of his body to the exuberance of the way he pushed back on me, fucking himself on my cock as ferociously as I pounded into him, to the smile I caught on his face as he started to come all over my duvet, screamed that he loved what he was doing.
That made it fantastically easy for me to let go of the inhibitions I usually brought into kinky sex and to take everything I wanted. Not only did I thrust with everything I had, I balanced on one arm while reaching around to shove two of my slick-covered fingers into Billy’s mouth as I did.
Billy made a wild sound of pleasure and sucked hard on my fingers as he rocked back on me. I could feel his body’s spasms almost like he was going into a seizure as he embraced the moment. It was all I needed to come with a guttural cry as my knot swelled so fast and hard that it hurt a little within him.
Even after we were knotted, we kept moving, kept fucking each other, like we were going for the world record for length of orgasm. I’d never felt anything like it. I wondered if that’s what a breeding orgasm felt like, but the little I knew of those unicorns of the sex world was that it usually took a day or two into an omega’s heat before you started to have them.
Whatever the case, I was wrung out and spent long before I wanted to be. Billy went boneless under me, and together, we collapsed into a gasping, rubbery pile on top of the bed, still knotted.
“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” Billy asked, shivering in my embrace.
It took my sex-addled brain a few seconds to realize that he was still trying to play the scene. He was still the subject of my interrogation, and I had even more ways of making him talk.
At least, that’s what I thought he was saying.
“No,” I said, throwing an arm over his side and grabbing his balls. It was enough to send him into a post-wave orgasm. “I’m definitely not letting you go now.”