Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dex
Weird Otto was starting to be my favorite incarnation of my Alpha.
I was still confused by his sudden insistence that I detour through the grocery store on my way home, but it was pushed to the way back of my mind when Otto rushed me into a warm bath.
And that rich delicious smell that had greeted me when I walked in? Otto had swapped our planned pizza delivery for my favorite meal from the diner. Hot beef and rich gravy with noodles and a crisp green salad, what’s not to love?
But when I pushed my clean plate away? Otto cranked date night up to a thousand.
Standing up, he offered a hand to pull me to my feet but instead of letting go, he tugged lightly and led me to the center of the living room.
“May I have this dance?”
I looked up at him, cocking my head in confusion. “You want to dance? With me?”
Otto smiled and leaned down, pressing a light kiss on my lips. “Yes, baby, I want to dance with you.”
“Um, I guess.” Unsure what to do, I stood there as Otto lifted my arms to loop them behind his neck and wrapped his around my waist pulling me close.
Our feet began to move in time to the music, but we were more just shuffling and rubbing together than anything that could really be described as dancing.
Otto kept one of his big, warm hands politely in the small of my back, holding me close while the other one wandered lower, cupping my butt so our lower bodies had more friction.
It was freaking amazing but with my belly bump in the way, I couldn’t get close enough and I whimpered my disapproval.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can’t get close enough,” I whined, arching my back to try anyway.
Otto chuckled darkly and reached up to catch my left wrist, using his grip on it to spin me around and position me with my ass to his groin. “Better?”
“Almost,” I muttered, grinding back against him as I pulled my wrist from his hand, bringing it down to my dick. When he rubbed his palm over it, giving me the friction I craved, I groaned and thrust against his hand. “Oh, gods!”
Soft ballads were still playing but our dancing was getting dirtier the longer we moved together. Otto’s hard cock was grinding against my crease through the soft fabric of my lounge pants and after a few minutes, his hand slid beneath my waistband, slipping in to wrap around my dick.
“Mm, my dirty Omega was going commando, was he?”
I nodded, my head rubbing against his shoulder, shivering as the callouses on his fingers rubbed against my sensitive flesh. “Want you, Alpha.”
“Yeah?” Otto bent his knees, lowering his body so he could reach between my legs more easily, easing my balls out of the way to slide his finger through my crease. “Oh, yeah you do,” he crooned, rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings and making me whine again.
Pulling his finger free, he raised it to his lips, his arm closing lightly around my throat to make it possible. Licking my slick from his digit, Otto lowered his head to my neck, sucking on the soft skin there. “Delicious, baby.”
“Alpha, please.” I knew I was begging but I didn’t care. Hell, he might not remember it, but I already proven that I had no fucking self-control when it came to my desire for Otto. “Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you?” Otto’s voice was deep and rough. “Oh, no. That is absolutely not going to happen. Not tonight.”
I was already shaking against him, barely certain that my legs were going to hold me up. “Please?”
Without warning, Otto swooped me up in his arms and cradled me gently. “No, baby,” he said softly. “I am absolutely not going to fuck you tonight, but I am going to make love to every inch of you. Deal?”
Another wave of need shuddered through me. “Deal.”
~*~
Otto
One of the many down sides of having fucked up and ended up in prison in my early twenties is that the majority of my sexual experience was from quick and dirty encounters with other Alphas when the guards turned a blind eye.
Not exactly the sort of history that I could draw on to craft a romantic first time for the Omega my heart was set on.
And while Taylor had been a huge help with the romantic details of the date portion of the night, I wasn’t about to ask him for crib notes on how to be a better lover.
That meant that I spent the hours I had on my own taking notes as I read romance novels, slipping into romance chatrooms on the internet, and, yes, watching porn.
The kind with tags like romantic, making love, and real sweet IRL husbands.
By the time I felt like I had a good handle on how to give Dex a night to remember for the right reasons, I had literal pages of tips and ideas and Dex was getting suspicious.
So, with dinner warming, the scene set, and Dex settled into the bath, I spent an anxious few minutes frantically reading through my notes -and the step by step plan that I crafted- and then stashed the notes under a throw pillow on the floor next to the bed, just in case I needed a refresher.
To my surprise -and relief- once I laid Dex down on the bed, my anxiety fled and all that remained was the sheer pleasure at being able to pull gasps and soft moans from Dex’s panting lips.
“Otto?” Dex was breathless under me as he stared up from his spot on his back.
“Yeah, baby?” I pressed another kiss to his lips before lowering my mouth to his neck so he could talk.
“Umm, you’re still dressed.”
I chuckled against his lips. “Is that a complaint?”
“I, um, maybe?”
I rolled my lower body lightly over his, catching another sharp inhalation as the rough fabric of my pants dragged over his naked skin. “Okay.”
I shifted to kneeling between his legs, winking when he gave a disappointed whine. “Can’t strip without getting up, baby.”
“I know,” Dex whimpered, biting down on his bottom lip. “Just.. can you hurry?”
Instead of answering, I disrobed slowly. My inner beast rumbled happily at the desire in our Omega’s eyes as they devoured every inch of skin as it was revealed. When I was fully naked, I stood beside the bed proud and erect, my cocked plastered to my abdomen.
“Is this better?”
Dex swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to nod, the pillow under his head keeping it from happening.
“Good.” Instead of resuming my place stretched over him, I crawled onto the foot of the bed.
“Hey!” Dex’s complaint came sharply over the soft music. “Come back up here!”
“I will,” I promised, lifting his left foot and pressing a soft kiss to his heel. “Every inch, remember? You agreed.”
Dex’s disgruntled huff was fucking adorable. “That’s not fair.”
I finished with his heel and moved on to nibbling at the arch of his foot. My mouth was busy, so I shrugged instead of answering.
I knew he was struggling to hold still, his fingers were clutching the bedsheet as I licked the sensitive area behind his knee and his hips were shifting franticly as I spread light kisses on the inside of his thighs.
He managed to hold it together until I ghosted over his straining erection, only blowing a warm breath of air over the swollen head on my way over to his other thigh.
With a frustrated groan, he dropped the sheet and buried his fingers in my short hair, trying to drag my mouth to his dick. “Otto, Please!”
“Please what, Dex?” I murmured, letting my lips barely brush over his swollen head and then licking the precum from my lips.
“You know what,” he growled. “Kiss me!”
“I have been kissing you, baby,” I pointed out, grinning at the way his flesh quivered under my warm breath, the way his dick tried to jump to me each time my lips barely brushed it.
“That’s not what I mean!” The flush was creeping down Dex’s chest, leaving red blotches. “Suck my dick!”
“Hmm, I dunno, baby. That seems like we’d be skipping a few steps, doesn’t it?”
Dex growled again but no words came out and I decided to take pity on him.
“If I kiss your pretty cock are you going to cum? I’m not ready to be done yet.”
Dex shook his head so hard that his entire body shimmied. “I won’t, Alpha. I promise!”
“Okay,” I conceded, confident that he was lying. “Just for a minute.”
Shifting slightly back, I mouthed lightly at the head of Dex’s dick, slurping all the precum off before drawing it fully into my mouth.
“Oh, Fuck!”
That was all the warning I got before my Omega was pulsing in my mouth, his release flowing down my throat.
“Shit! Sorry, Otto..”
Ignoring his apology, I proceeded to suck him clean. After all, that just meant I had more time to make it a night my Omega would never forget.