9. Greg
Idon’t know if I’m lucky or just a fucking idiot.
If she wants me, it’s a true fucking miracle.
Omegas are rare, and they almost never bond with betas, but she already offered that.
I'd never accept in the heat of the moment, though. We just met, and I won’t let her tie herself to a loser that can’t even knot her when she clearly has at least one well-to-do alpha close by.
I say well-to-do because they’re about the only ones who can afford to come to the mixers.
You don’t have to pay out the ass to meet omegas, but the big social events cost a fucking arm and a leg.
Still, Sarah wants me, at least for now. I hope for longer. She smells so fucking good, and I just want to bury my face between her thighs and stay there until she explodes like the little firecracker I know she is.
I grab the hem of my T-shirt and yank it over my head, probably fucking up my ponytail in the process.
I’m half tempted to take that out too, to make sure I rub all over her skin so that I smell like her for hours.
See if I can tickle her with the longer ends, but the need shining in her eyes tells me now isn’t the time to tease. She might kick my ass for that.
Watching her features for any signs that she’s changing her mind, I kick out of my shoes and socks before I slide my jeans down, taking my underwear with it.
It wouldn’t be remiss to say that I get slapped with my own dick at this point, ’cause the poor bastard is relieved to be free.
It smacks against my lower stomach, leaving a wet smear under my belly button.
I just slimed myself.
Ick.
Any thoughts of unpleasantness evaporate as I catch her staring intently at my arousal.
She licks her lips, like she’s not completely grossed out by my copiously leaking erection.
Interesting…maybe it’s an omega thing, not that I’ve been with one.
Plenty of beta girls, though. It can’t be that different, right?
I have no idea what I’m doing with an omega.
Do they have online manuals for this sort of thing?
Why did I never bother to look up that shit?
Fuck me sideways.
It’s ok, I can figure this out!
All the same parts are there…just…Fuck.
Did they cover this in basic training for this job?
Wait, we aren’t supposed to be intimate with our charges.
Of course they didn’t cover how to make them feel good.
Get it together, dumbass, you’ve been zoning for too goddamned long.
Smile…yeah, there you go…happy fucking asshole.
At least pretend you know what you’re doing.
Shit, am I smiling too much?
Is it creepy?
Fuck!
Sarah’s soft chuckle pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Am I boring you this time, beta?” Wow, way to turn my own words against me.
Ouch. She looks like she might laugh, though, so that’s a win.
Pretty sure making a woman laugh is supposed to be a good thing.
Though, probably not when you’re trying to be seductive.
She rolls her body, sitting up, still dressed in her shirt, but bare from the waist down.
I’m struck with a bit of ab-envy as I watch her muscles flex.
I’ve never seen an omega with this much definition, but I’m also now worried that she isn’t eating enough.
Which I’ve never thought about before with any girl, so that’s a strange feeling to examine later.
Before my thoughts can get too self-analytical, Sarah grabs ahold of my erection and uses it to gently pull me closer to the bed.
I’ve heard of being led around by your dick before, but this is ridiculous.
Clearly, she is in charge here, even without having any real-life experience.
My mind goes white and my legs nearly buckle as she leans forward and takes the head into her mouth.
Fucking hell, it’s official, she’s trying to kill me.
I’m panting at the sensation when she finally pops off the tip, looking up at me with mischief in her eyes.
“Sorry, Greg, you keep getting lost in your head like that, and I’m just going to have to take matters into my own hands if I want an orgasm.
Now, whose matters I take is entirely up to you.
Are you back with me now, or do I need to keep going? ”
A groan slips free from my chest at her being playful, and I nearly tackle her to the bed, rushing to pull her shirt over her head.
She starts laughing hard, her chest heaving as I finally free it from the fabric.
She’s not wearing a bra, and her breasts jiggle as she tries to catch her breath.
I just want to taste all of her right now. So I do.
Leaning down, I capture one of her hard little nipples between my lips, and she moans. The sweet scent of her arousal flooding the air as her hands come up and tangle in my hair.
Yup, should have taken out the elastic band. Ouch.
Her whole body undulates against me as I flick my tongue over the hard nub. Her hands tighten in my hair, holding me in place, and her voice is a breathy rasp. “Fuck, yes. Fuck. Greg…Holy shit. That feels…oh fuck…please.”
Sensitive little thing, isn’t she?
I bring my hands up, circling her waist to hold her in place as she squirms and bucks her hips against me.
But when I try to pull away to give her other nipple the same attention, she starts growling at me.
“No, what…what the hell—” Her voice cuts off in a choked sob as I bite down lightly on the tender skin.
Her hips are writhing against me, and any mess I was worried about making of myself pales in comparison to how she’s soaking my stomach in her sweet slick.
But it’s such a waste. I want to taste it, need to see if she tastes as good all over.
Seriously, I feel like I could hammer nails with my dick.
It’s so fucking hard just from the taste of her skin.
The hands in my hair tighten, pulling my head up. “Seriously, Pretty Boy, I’m all for foreplay under normal circumstances. But if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna spontaneously combust. So either penetrate me now, or roll the hell over and I’ll do it myself.”
I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles free, or how much harder it gets at her responding scowl.
She thrashes under me, and I let her roll me onto my back.
If she wants to do all the work, I’m not going to stop her.
Her eyes meet mine as she finally climbs up, straddling my lap, silently checking that I’m ok with this.
Honestly, the sight of the mini omega perched across my pelvis makes me groan, and that’s before she starts swiveling her hips.
Grinding her hot, slippery cunt against my shaft.
Fuck me, she feels so fucking good, and if she keeps this up, I don’t know if I’ll even last until I’m inside her.
“Please, Sarah. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.
If you want me inside when that happens, you better do it now.
” My voice is a barely recognizable croak.
Her eyes glint with mischief as she slides back and forth again, her smile taking on a playful gleam.
My eyes squeeze closed and my jaw clenches, trying to stave off the impending release.
Something about this woman tests all my control.
She slides forward far enough to lean down to capture my lips for a quick kiss, her eyes suddenly tender.
“Sorry, Pretty Boy. You just look so good like this, and I want to savor you. But yeah, I might fucking explode if you don’t fuck me now.
I could use a hand, though. I’ve used toys before but those tend to stand up on their own, so if you wouldn’t mind helping me line everything up. ”
I groan again, the thought that she’s never been with anyone else making something primal in my chest expand.
I know I won’t be the only one she’s with.
She’s an omega—they need alphas, and usually multiple mates.
But fuck me, to be the first one she’s wanted.
My jaw grinds as she slides back and rises up on her thighs, so I can grip my weeping shaft and hold it for her to sink down on.
Her movements are stilted as she adjusts to the sensation.
Looking down my body, I let out a low curse at the visual she makes—her jaw gone slack and eyes glazed over in pleasure.
My hands itch to reach out and grab her hips, pull her against me and bury myself balls deep in her tight little body, but she needs to set the pace.
This is all new, and god knows I don’t want to hurt her.
Still, I’m starting to worry I might crack a tooth if I can’t get my jaw to stop clenching.
This is the best kind of torture, and my groan slips free when she finally takes all of me. Her eyes are closed, her breath coming in short, little pants, and it’s taking everything I have not to come just from how exquisite she looks.
Finally giving in, I let my hands slide up her thighs to circle her waist. The movement seems to startle her out of a daze, and her palms come down on my chest, giving her the leverage she needs to raise her hips.
My mind blanks at the sensation. It’s too fucking much, and I feel my fingers digging into her ass.
Her breath slips out in a low moan that makes my balls tighten as she starts to move.
Her back arches as she begins to build speed, and it’s a shock when her gaze catches mine, her eyes watching the sensations play out across my features.
“Fuck. Sarah! I can’t…Fuck, I’m gonna come.
Please. What can I do…I need you to finish first. Please…
Oh fuck! I can’t—” I’m babbling, nearly incoherent with pleasure and need.
It feels so good it almost hurts, and my fingers flex, clutching her hips as I finally give in to my impulse to slam my hips up.
Her moans echo mine, and I feel her tighten around me as her release washes over her, and I’m free to chase my own.
It only takes a couple more thrusts before lightning chases down my spine and I come with a strangled sob. Emptying my aching balls into her.
When I’m finally able to loosen my grip on her, she collapses against my chest, her breath hot against my skin.
My hand reaches down, stroking her short hair away from her eyes as she looks up at me, a sly smile on those sweet rosebud lips.
“Ok, Pretty Boy, I guess I can see what all the fuss is about. But it seems we’ve done this a little out of order.
Once I can feel my legs again, I think you should buy me dinner.
” I snort laughter at my spicy little minx.
She is definitely gonna keep me on my toes.