Chapter 5
5
ACE
I’ve never seen my boyfriend so happy.
Actually, that’s not true. The first time I blew him, he had a goofy grin on his face for the rest of the day.
He’s excited for his date with Devyn, which in turn makes me excited.
We’re one step closer to having an Omega, and it makes me hard as fuck.
“I can feel you watching me again,” he murmurs from his desk as I sit in his office, lounging like a cat on his leather sofa. He’s dressed in a blue button-up, gray slacks, and brown loafers, and I want to eat him up while he types at his laptop.
I want to corrupt my gorgeous businessman.
“I like watching you.”
He shifts in his seat. “Well, it’s weird, Ace. Stop.”
“Make me.”
Any other time, he might narrow his eyes and bark back some retort at me, but instead, he motions with his hand.
“You have two options. One, you can put that mouth to good use, or two, you can get out and let me work in peace.”
My mouth waters.
Oh, he is in such a good mood.
I need to thank this Omega for putting him at ease.
Connor should also thank me for putting all my energy into sucking his cock and not causing trouble.
Sure, my criminal days are behind me, but sometimes the itch is still there.
Which is when I bother him the most and like to poke the bear.
I grin at him, and he gives me an unimpressed look. “I like when you’re aggressive,” I purr.
“You’re still talking. I need to work, Ace.”
He turns his attention back to his monitor, and my cock nearly bursts.
Connor is happy and playful, which is a rare sight.
It shouldn’t be a big fucking deal, but I’m hyperaware of his moods and emotions—and maybe that’s unhealthy. But what the fuck do I care?
He’s mine, just as much as I am his.
Which is why I crawl on my knees toward him, desperate for his attention as he keeps an air of bored indifference at his desk.
Oh, fuck yes.
He continues typing but slightly rolls his chair back, giving me room to crawl underneath the desk.
I kneel right in front of the tented erection in his tailored pants.
He continues typing, his throat clearing the only indication that he’s affected by my kneeling before him.
I grip his cock through the pants, groping to see how hard he is. He’s already steel in my hand, and I make easy work of unzipping his pants and releasing his massive cock from its confinement.
My mouth waters as I look at his tip, wet with precome.
Humming, I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the slit, teasing the head of his dick.
No response. His typing continues.
I open my mouth and take him deeper, pushing until my nose hits the front of his boxers.
I pride myself on not having a gag reflex for him. I can breathe better when his cock is crammed down my throat, actually.
Connor would say I’m lying—but he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
There’s a brief stroking of my hair, and I grip his muscled thigh for balance. “Just like that,” he murmurs. “Keep me warm and stay quiet.”
He goes back to typing, and I swallow around him, my throat constricting.
This close, I can scent him. He’s warmth, bourbon, and the slightest hint of coffee.
He’s the perfect spice to my earthiness.
Connor swears I smell like lavender, the herb meant to alleviate anxiety. He’s the first person that’s ever told me that I calm them instead of putting them on edge.
I swallow around him again.
“ Shit ,” he hisses. “You’re so good at that.”
I remain silent, slightly bobbing my head and relaxing my throat to take him deeper.
I’ll happily sit here for hours, being his personal cockwarmer.
Pleasing him pleases me.
I’m not sure he always believes me when I tell him I love doing it—but when he’s shooting his cum down my throat, he’s much more agreeable to the idea.
His grip on my hair grows stronger, and he lifts his hips to fuck my face. I let him use me, pleased that he’s in such a good mood.
Wet sounds fill the room as he thrusts into my throat, his breathing growing rapid.
He’s in a great mood. He’s already close, if the harsh way he’s pulling my hair is any indication.
My own cock strains against my workout shorts, but I don’t touch myself. I keep my hands planted firmly on his thighs, ignoring the ache in my balls.
Connor’s breath hitches, and now both hands are in my hair.
He’s going to suffocate me with his dick, and I’ll die happy.
But he stops his thrusting. “Get up,” he breathes, pulling my hair back. His cock slips free from my mouth with a pop. “Bend over the desk. I want to be inside you.”
He rolls his chair back and stands while I come up from under the desk. I place my palms on the surface and lean forward, letting out a growl.
I know Connor’s close, but I’m moments away from coming.
There’s the scrape of a drawer opening next to me, then my boyfriend is yanking my shorts down, exposing me.
“Don’t go slow,” I groan. “Just do it.”
His palm gropes my ass for a moment, and my cock threatens to burst.
Nope. There’s no way I’m going to last.
There’s a click of a cap opening, then a thick, slick finger slowly slides into me.
He always keeps lube in his desk, just for me.
But even when I beg, Connor takes his time, the frustrating fucker.
I hiss when he slides in another finger, stretching me for him.
“Just—fucking— do it ,” I groan. “Fuck, baby, just fuck me.”
He knows what I like, but he’s being his typical stubborn self.
“You have until I come to come,” he growls, and I let out a low chuckle.
That’ll be easy.
He removes his fingers, then lines up his cock at my hole and pushes . He doesn’t hold back, filling me all the way, and I lean over the desk and moan.
“ Yes ,” he hisses.
He fucks me hard, the desk rattling as he pounds into me. I lean my elbows on what I’m sure are important folders and just allow myself to be fucked.
Connor’s happy, and it makes me overjoyed .
We’re going to have an Omega soon.
We’re going to have everything we’ve ever wanted.
White-hot pleasure surges in me as I feel his cock thicken, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I tighten around him, my ass clenching as cum spurts out of me without Connor even touching my cock.
“Good boy,” he groans, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. He pounds me harder, until it starts to burn, and my legs grow weak. I groan into the mahogany of the expensive desk, loving that we’re desecrating Connor’s precious office.
“Going to come in you,” he breathes, his movements becoming jerky. “Going to fill that tight ass— fuck .”
“Give it to me,” I beg. “ Please .”
With a final thrust, Connor lets out a deep, sexy growl, and his cock stiffens inside me. I collapse against the desk, resting my chest and elbows on it while he pumps his cum into me.
I grin like a psycho, my lips spread against the mahogany with my smile.
I’m so fucking excited for our new Omega.
He pulls out before he can fully knot into me, then collapses against me with his chest to my back. “I’m supposed to be working,” he huffs, trying to sound mad. “You distracted me, and then you made a mess.”
I snort. “You’ll live, babe.”
He sighs deeply. “I guess.”
We stay there for a few moments, with Connor pressing gentle kisses to my back. His purr sounds behind me, and I close my eyes in bliss.
I’m still so honored he purrs for me. He doesn’t need to, yet it comes naturally for him.
I haven’t ever been able to, not without an Omega.
But I have a feeling that will be changing soon.
“By the way,” I add, “I’m heading out in a bit. I’ll be back later.”
“Oh?” I turn around as Connor zips his pants up.
It’s such a shame he doesn’t stay naked more often; the man is fucking gorgeous .
Why hide such a perfect body?
I grin. “Yup. I’ll be back later, pumpkin.” I decided on a new nickname for him—pumpkin, because of his copper hair. I know he’ll hate it.
“ Pumpkin is new. Where are you going?”
I reach for the box of tissues on the desk and begin to clean myself up. “Out. Nowhere important,” I tease.
“Ace.” He narrows his eyes, and my stomach does a flip. I’m already hard again. We could go for round two.
Or ten.
“Connor,” I mimic.
“Where are you going?”
I shrug. “To buy my boyfriend a present for giving me a phenomenal dicking down.”
The smirk doesn’t leave my face, and Connor continues to look unamused. “Is that so?” he deadpans.
“Only the best for my pumpkin.”
“You’re going to visit her , aren’t you?”
Connor’s slightly taller than me, so it’s always fun to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. He doesn’t kiss me back.
As much as I love him, I love messing with him, too.
“You’re so uptight sometimes, baby. Can’t a guy go out and buy something for his boyfriend?”
I’m not lying. I’m going to buy him something nice.
I’m just going to happen to buy it in Isleton, where a certain Omega is.
“I don’t believe you,” he mutters.
“Well, the joke’s on you, then, because I’m coming back with something for you.”
Connor has about five more calls for the day, which is the perfect time for me to finally meet Devyn and see the Omega that has him so flustered.
I wanted to meet her before their date, anyway.
Why does he get to have all the fun first?
I’ve scented her before on him—the sweetest aroma of vanilla and coffee.
It compliments Connor’s scent perfectly, and it makes me hard as hell every time he comes back from the café.
Now I get to put a name to the face without my anxious, control-freak boyfriend there to overanalyze everything.
Seriously, he needs to lighten the fuck up.
“Baby,” I breathe, and I kiss him again, and this time, he kisses me back. “Enjoy your meetings. I’ll be back later.”
He growls against my lip. “You’re infuriating,” he mutters against my lips.
I chuckle and pull away. “You love me.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re infuriating.”
But then his phone rings, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Better answer that, hotshot. I’ll be back.”
I ignore his scowl and head out of his office, ready to make myself presentable for our future Omega.
* * *
Isleton is quaint as fuck.
I thought our town was small, but Isleton is something else entirely.
But I love our place. Connor offered to buy us something in Stone County, where all those rich fucks live, and I laughed in his face.
What the fuck would we do with a twenty-bedroom house and an elevator?
Besides, I would never want him to do that for me. He’s already done so much for me. He’s seen me the way no one else has and wanted to give me a second chance at my future.
I owe my Pumpkin the entire fucking world, which is why I’m not going to let Connor mess things up with this Omega.
Devyn’s the one. I just know it.
I haven’t even met her, but the way Connor’s face lights up when he talks about her is ridiculous.
He’s smitten, and it’s adorable.
So is the little town she resides in.
I haven’t even parked yet, and I’m already imagining how we could set up her nest at our place.
The bell to the café rings when I step inside, and immediately I scent her.
Holy shit .
How does no one else lose their mind when they smell her?
It’s exactly what I’ve scented on my boyfriend, but it’s amplified. Rich vanilla and brown sugar swirl together to make my mouth water and my cock twitch.
It’s not the smell of the café; it’s the smell of Omega .
Coffee, chocolate cookies, and other delicious scents waft from the building, but nothing is as potent as Devyn.
“Welcome!” a cheery voice sounds, and I turn to meet the eyes of my beloved.
Devyn.
Omega.
She stands at the counter, gorgeous curls pulled into a tight bun. Her eyes are bright and earnest, and the smile she gives me could light up the fucking night sky.
No wonder Connor is nervous.
This girl is sunshine personified.
“Can I help you?” she chirps.
The best part about her? Her smile meets her eyes. The woman radiates joy, as though she’s genuinely happy to see me.
Would Connor be mad if I picked her up and carried her out of here?
Probably.
Apparently, she also has a Beta partner, so I doubt I would score any brownie points from anyone by kidnapping her.
Still, it’s an intriguing thought.
I keep a slight smile on my face as I saunter to the counter, her aroma growing stronger.
Fucking delectable.
“I came here to meet the girl that’s going on a date with my boyfriend,” I murmur, and her smile drops slightly. Her brow furrows, and she cocks her head in confusion.
Adorable.
“Sorry?” she asks.
“Did he not tell you about me?” I laugh and shake my head. “I guess it was going to be a surprise, then.”
Devyn’s smile completely drops, and I curse myself for being the cause of it. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t understand what’s going on right now.”
I sigh and stick out my hand. “I’m Ace,” I say. “I’ve heard so much about you, Devyn. Connor won’t shut up about you.”
Her face turns scarlet, and she laughs nervously as she takes my hand, reaching over the counter. “Connor didn’t mention?—”
“Probably because he wanted to hide you from me as long as possible. Too late now.” I reluctantly let go of her, my inner Alpha desperate for any contact with her. “I would hide you, too,” I admit. “It makes sense now.”
She blushes, and a small smile reappears on her face.
Beautiful.
“So, what’s good here?” I ask her. I am genuinely hungry, and from what Connor has said, the pastries are incredible. I could flirt with her all day, of course, but I don’t want to overwhelm her.
“You mean besides the coffee?” she asks me, giving me a knowing look. “Everyone is obsessed with Connor’s brand.”
I chuckle. “ Our brand. We created it together.”
She slams her hand down on the counter in excitement, catching me off guard. “Okay. It’s amazing! It’s the best coffee I’ve ever had, and I’m a coffee snob. I’ve been drinking coffee since I was twelve, and this is just perfect. It’s smooth, and the notes are rich, warm, and delicious .” She plucks a large cup of iced coffee from under the register and places it on the counter. “This is the decaf roast. I’ve had my caffeine limit for the day already.”
My eyes widen.
She freezes after her outburst. “That may seem a little strange to be so passionate about it,.” She laughs awkwardly. “Sorry. Sometimes I get too loud about things.”
Yeah, this girl could speak for twelve hours about how grass grows, and I would hang on to every word.
“I love it.” I chuckle. “Connor says I’m too loud all the time—you’re at a normal volume to me. And besides, coffee is amazing. It’s a billion-dollar industry for a reason.”
“ Exactly. Thank you for proving my point.”
“I’m happy to prove any point you want to make going forward, babe.”
Her smile grows, and I’ve become just as smitten as Connor.
“So, what are you in the mood to eat?” she asks, her gaze falling to the pastries.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Truthfully?” I ask, and her brows shoot up at the realization of what she asked me. Her scent intensifies, and a hint of honey compliments her vanilla essence.
Fuck . It’s her arousal.
“I…” she stammers, her face turning scarlet.
“You’re famous for your macarons, right?” I say, desperate to distract my inner Alpha from the potent scent of her slick.
It was the right thing to ask, because the excitement returns to her eyes. “Yes! We make fresh batches every morning and come up with new flavors each week. What are you in the mood for?”
Those lovely, earnest eyes don’t seem to understand the mistake she made by asking me that.
You, baby. You.
But I can’t scare her off. I can hear Connor in my head telling me to back off, to not find the double meaning in everything she says.
“Whatever you want to give me, sweetheart. I’ll bring some home for Connor, too.”
She grins, and the sight is decadent.
There are so many things I want to ask her. There’s so much I’m dying to know about her.
What her hobbies are. Who her friends are.
I want to know every possible detail about her and listen to her talk about whatever makes her eyes light up with passion.
Actually, it’s not a want.
It’s a fucking need.
But the door to the café opens, and I count at least ten fucking people coming in at once.
What the fuck .
“Give me a minute,” Devyn says, “and I’ll have the macarons ready.” But her attention has turned to the customers, and I want to scowl at all of them.
Employees appear from the back to help, and I step aside as Devyn packages the macarons, keeping my eyes trained on her. I notice the way she chews her lip as she picks each cookie carefully for the box, then mutters to herself until she’s satisfied with her choice.
I want more time with her. I want to convince her to go out with me the minute her shift is done.
Don’t scare her off.
Instead, like the dutiful, obedient boyfriend I am, I simply pay for the box of cookies as Devyn rings me up.
“Sorry we don’t have more time to talk,” she says. “It gets pretty chaotic in here.”
The line is at least another ten people behind me, and every employee is working quickly to serve up pastries or drinks.
“I just wanted to see you once,” I tell her. “Hopefully it won’t be the last time, either. Unless Connor truly fucks something up. And even if he does, maybe I’ll just steal you for myself. Enjoy your date, Devyn.”
I don’t give her time to reply. I take my cookies, give her a smirk, and then leave, despite everything in my body telling me not to.
She’s our Omega. I know she is.
I won’t let Connor mess this up.