Chapter 8 #3
I watch as his eyes slowly open, and I continue gazing up at him as if I’m a house cat instead of a giant who’s using his dick like it’s catnip. I can’t help it though.
“What…the…fuck!” he yells, bucking upward reflexively.
“You’re a Viking not a goddamned cowboy,” I tell him, leaning up and bopping him on the nose. “Good morning to you too.”
“Why am I tied up?” he growls.
“I wanted to snuggle your cock, and I knew you probably would say no,” I reply unrepentantly. “How long does your scent blocking cream last?”
“How do you even know about that?” he asks.
“I didn’t until right this second,” I lie, being outrageous and wrapping my arms around his waist.
I lay my head on his dick again so he won’t be able to tell I’m lying, and while he narrows his eyes at me, I think I’m throwing him off the trail nicely. He doesn’t know me well enough yet, and I’m going to use that to my full advantage.
“It’s a twenty-four hour strength cream,” he finally replies. “I can shower, sweat, and do whatever else, without worrying about it failing.”
“Why would you want to do that?” I ask, wanting to understand him.
I notice the way his cock twitches as I continue to rub my cheek over him, and his breathing hitches.
“I can’t think when you’re doing that,” he confesses, his back bowing for more. “Let me go.”
“Come first,” I say boldly. “I’d prefer it be down my throat, but I’ll take anything you want to give me.”
“What if I don’t want to come?” he groans.
“That’s not an option,” I say stubbornly. “I want to suck your cum through these pants so I can taste you.”
“That’s not very consensual,” he whimpers.
“I’m trying to be a good guy, but you won’t let me,” I complain, opening my mouth to suck on his cock through the pants.
His moan is so fucking hot as his head drops back, and I hope he won’t hate me after this. The coach already said he has to stay with us until we bang out whatever sexual tension we have going on.
It seems that we haven’t been very sneaky about our attraction to our omega. Though, that’s not a surprise because we’ve only had eyes for him since we officially met him at the charity event.
“Fuck, I want to suck your big, thick cock,” I groan.
I’m not really giving anything away because we’re always in the locker room together. He doesn’t have to know that I first saw his dick on a video feed. I can also feel how thick it is through the material of the pants he’s wearing.
Stay cool, Rhodes. I need to stop freaking out.
“Rhodes,” he whimpers. “I don’t know how to let go. Please.”
Biting my lip, I get onto my knees and roll down the pants Koen is wearing until his cock bounces out.
“Fuck, you’re leaking like such a good boy,” I moan.
“You’re being a very bad boy, though,” Sky growls, back at the door again.
Pouting, I point at Koen‘s weeping slit as it drips down his shaft.
“Are you telling me to put it away?”
“Fuck,” Koen whimpers.
“Not yet,” Skylar replies automatically. “I think you have a very thick, juicy problem Rhodes should take care of, but he’s not allowed to touch himself or you while he does it. Is that understood?”
Koen looks like he’s about to hyperventilate with need, while I put my hands obediently behind my back. Sky pulls zip ties out of his pocket like it’s just another Saturday morning, and it is for us.
“I don’t trust you, baby boy,” he says, coming over to tie my wrists back. “You need your balls drained regularly or you’re going to play like shit, Koen.”
“I…masturbate,” our omega confesses, his cheeks burning brightly.
“Rhodes.” Skylar says, and my mouth opens wide to suck down Koen’s cock.
Koen’s scream of pleasure is as loud as his war cry, and I feel pride that he’s responding to me. No, this isn’t completely consensual because he didn’t tell me explicitly to suck his cock, but as I said before, my patience is fraying.
It’s taking everything inside of me not to fuck him, so for the good of our team and my need to taste his cum, I’m going to color within the lines of my rules.
I take special care to enjoy his Jacob’s ladder, and drag my tongue down it to play with each piercing.
“More!” Koen cries out, and I take him to the back of my throat before swallowing hard around my reflex.
Koen can’t help but thrust his hips in his limited range, and I fucking love the way that he loses his tightly bound control. He’s going to be pissed later about it. I’m almost sure of it.
I need to know if his cum tastes like peaches or not. He definitely smells sweeter as he gets closer, and Skylar wraps his hand around our omega’s throat.
“How rough do you like it, Little Viking?” he rasps. “Do you enjoy breath play or spanking?”
“I…don’t know,” Koen whimpers. “God, his throat, it’s gonna kill me.”
“You should feel how tight his pussy is,” Sky says, smirking. “He’s a little slut for dick. He’ll let you glaze him nice and pretty like if you ask nicely. Can you ask for what you need?”
“No,” he huffs out. “No, please don’t stop. Fuck, I’m coming. Goddamit, fuck!”
Well then. His thick slick rushes down my throat, and I groan as I swallow it. His cum does taste like peaches, and my life will never be the same again.
Lifting my head, I suck hard on his sensitive head, enjoying the loud whine I draw out of him before allowing his cock to drop from my lips. Skylar pulls the rope free of the intricate knots I made easily, and I can see from the wildness in Koen’s eyes that he’s had enough for now.
“You live in this house now,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.
“You won’t go elsewhere,” Sky adds. “Your alpha scent blockers are keeping the truth from you, and we are done waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. Alphas don’t cut the wings of their omegas.
However they will redirect them when they’re being assholes.
Clean up and come to breakfast. I’d offer to massage your wrists and ankles, but you’re on edge as it is.
Come, Rhodes. I’m going to punish you for breaking a house rule. ”
“What rule is that?” I ask curiously, standing.
As far as I know, there aren’t any.
“Don’t tie up the omega unless you know you can get away with it. Make him come in his sleep instead.”
Fuck yeah. I’ll gladly be punished for that.
Koen sits up in shock, rubbing his wrists as we make our exit. He’s so over his head, and he doesn’t even know the half of it.
Don’t run, Little Omega. We enjoy the chase.