Chapter 2
Chapter Two
The rain had let up, hopefully it would stay away long enough for me to catch the bus.
I’d taken the subway all week but with how late it was, I could only imagine how sketchy it would be when it was already questionable during the day.
Sure, the bus wasn’t the safest either, but at least there were multiple exits.
I rounded the corner, turning into the front of Mr. Astor’s office.
Two desks faced each other, one of them was mine, and between them were the five steps up to the oversized door that led to his personal office.
Judy told me to hang his suit in the hidden wardrobe embedded in the wall beside the bathroom.
I took care with the silver oval knob, because with my luck, it would snap off. A few steps in and I froze, my mouth parting on a silent gasp. A lamp illuminated the area around the desk with golden light, giving me a clear view.
Samuel Astor leaned back in his chair with his member in his hand.
The lamp on his desk illuminated one side of his face.
His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at me, but he hadn’t released his hold on his maleness.
My face warmed, but I couldn’t move if I had wanted to.
I stood glued to the spot. His thumb smoothed over the glistening top.
The same warmth he’d spawned to life in my belly earlier today swelled with a vengeance, making me squeeze my legs together. I clenched his suit in my hands. My breathing turned audible until I almost panted.
Mr. Astor glided his hand up and then down. He raked his teeth over his lower lip, biting it so hard it looked like it hurt. I helplessly took a step toward him, not able to tear my gaze away from his pumping hand. His hips twitched and his neck strained.
“Come here,” he murmured. The dry cleaning slipped out of my fingers and thumped on the ground.
I was a puppet at his command. My feet moved without my conscious prodding, and I floated over to him.
His knees were spread and only a few feet away.
He looked up at me with a sultry look in his golden eyes.
It made me hot and I squeezed my legs together again. I couldn’t control my harsh breathing.
“Get on your knees.”
His order caused a deep, wrenching need in my gut .
. . and lower until it was hyper sensitive between my thighs.
His magnetism narrowed my focus until he filled my sight.
Only twice had I been around him and he overpowered my senses.
I never did anything like this, but I wanted to put the red, glistening member in my mouth.
To grip the knot at his base. A throb shot heat down below in my already aching core.
I dropped to my knees, lifting my eyes to his. I blinked, waiting for what he would order me to do next.
“You’re such an attentive good girl, aren’t you?” He hummed.
A pleased feeling expanded in my chest. The praise short-circuited my brain and I swayed toward him. “Go on.”
His hand slipped off his member and I gingerly took hold of him.
My fingers refused to meet because of his size.
I had never seen such a big thing like this.
I knew the general idea of how sex worked but was too busy to involve myself with boys back home.
This felt sinful, and I liked it. I rubbed my thumb on the silky shaft.
“You’re soft,” I whispered, peeking up at him through my eyelashes. He groaned and with the sound came a burst of moisture budding at the tip.
I hesitantly licked it up while peeking at him. He tasted yummy.
“Good girl,” he murmured huskily. Another murmur of praise that caused the throb at the apex of my thighs to feel painful until slick wet my panties. “Those big brown eyes remind me of a little bunny.”
“C-can I lick more?” I asked, huskily.
“All you want,” he breathed.
I hummed happily and lapped at the tip; more liquid kept coming out.
Everything negative from the day retreated to the background.
Wrapping my lips around the tip, I sucked.
A calm flooded my system as it never had before.
Like a blanket curled around me. My eyelids drooped as I happily swallowed the liquid he gifted me, and rubbed my palm down to the swell of his knot. The knot made for Omegas.
I squeezed my thighs even tighter.
“Goddammit, I can’t hold it anymore,” he snarled. Flinching, I stopped, my shoulders drawing up near my ears. I’d made him angry?
“I’m sorry,” I lifted my head with a gasp, still keeping the double handed grip on his member. I clenched him nervously.
His palm cupped my cheek. “Shh, little bunny, I’m not angry,” his voice returned to that sweet, low, calming tone that soothed my anxiety.
Relief drooped my shoulders, and his palm urged my head back to him. I licked the gathered liquid at the top and dared to pop the tip in my mouth again.
I suckled, my eyes falling closed as the worry faded again. I swirled my tongue around the tip, not knowing what I was doing but just taking joy in savoring the taste. My fingers clutched his knot and a vein throbbed under my palm.
His breathing stuttered, turning into a sawing ragged gasp. A sudden explosion of his delicious taste filled my mouth. I hummed again. His palm moved closer to my ear and his fingers sank into my hair, rubbing encouragingly.
“Take all of me.” As much as I tried not to let it, some cum spilled from the corner of my mouth. He was just too big.
I curled my fingers into the waist of his open slacks, hungry to touch his strong and muscled body.
Mr. Astor slid his palm over my head in a smooth glide, and it warmed my insides.
I kept sucking even though he was no longer rock hard, enjoying his length in my mouth.
He hissed out a breath, and I forced my eyes open.
“Come here,” he murmured, bending forward to grab me under my arms as he did earlier in the day when I’d fallen at his feet. I balanced upright, clenching my thighs together. My eyes widened at the dampness between them. Had I peed myself?
Horror swept through my stomach. Slick? The dampness between my thighs was slick. I’d learned everything to do with designations and the challenges that came with each one through the high school curriculum, but I’d not experienced slick like this.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
On the heels of that realization, came the other layer to it. This wasn’t just any random Alpha . . . he was my boss.
His gaze dropped to my shuffling feet. He leaned his broad shoulders forward, reaching for the hem of my skirt.
“Sir—Mr.—”
He had already delved under, past the dampness and his knuckle pressed against my panties, where I desperately ached. I cried out as my knees buckled, and I braced myself on his shoulders.
“You’re a needy little Omega, aren’t you,” he murmured. “Do you want relief?” His husky question rippled another wave of pleasure between my legs. His knuckles pressed harder, rubbing in a gentle glide.
I moaned, my lips parting.
“I need you to say it.”
He peered into my eyes with the question clear in the shadowed depths of his eyes.
“Yes . . . I ache,” I admitted, my voice breaking with my admittance.
“I’ll help you ease the pain, little bunny.” He applied more pressure with his fingers, rolling the tips over the needy little bud at the top with my panties still serving as an irritating barrier.
“Do you like that?” he murmured.
“Yes, Alpha,” I breathed.
He chuckled. I couldn’t stop wiggling. Then he flattened one finger against my covered slit, cupping all of me, and flames bloomed through my stomach.
He undulated his fingers, sending delightful electrical pulses everywhere.
I reached for something not physically here, stretching out for it, straining.
It hit and I screamed, falling forward into his chest. He caught me, holding me to him while my fingers clutched his shirt.
He didn’t stop rolling that finger over my panties.
I whimpered, my hips moving side to side.
I panted in a draped mess against him, curling my hands into my chest. My breathing still sounded loud to my ears, embarrassingly loud, but I couldn’t control it.
He hoisted me higher on his chest. I pulled my knees up and nestled as close as I could.
Leaning against his chest, my racing heart calmed .
. . and the release of the feverish ache snapped me back to reality.
I shot off him so fast, I hit my side on the corner of his desk.
His leather desk chair rocked at how fast I sprang off him.
I couldn’t believe my wanton behavior.
“Mr. Astor, I am so sorry.”
My face was on fire. I’d never done something like this.
This wasn’t right of me.
I backed up, with my gaze downcast. The dry cleaning! I rushed to sweep it off the floor.
“I’m so sorry,” I repeated. I ducked my head down, avoiding his gaze and ran out the door.
I tossed the plastic bag on Judy’s desk, sprinted around the entrance where Judy and I had our desks, and zoomed past the cubicle area.
I jammed my finger on the button to get the elevator to my floor.
A floor to ceiling window showed the city lights glittering within the dark night from far down.
The 98th floor of this building to be exact .
. . and all of it belonged to the Astor family, the same family the man I’d done things with belonged to.
He was pitifully out of my league and much, much older.
I groaned, rubbing my hands against my temples.
He stood atop a tower while I couldn’t even touch the base.
Not only that, I’d never done what I just did with him, but he must have done that countless times. Lusting for him was a bad idea. Even as an Omega, he wouldn’t want to keep me; this would be just a pastime for him until he could find a more appropriate Omega . . . or his Scent Match.
Hope bloomed with the thought. Could this attraction be attributed to that? Was I his Scent Match?