9. Casey
NINE
Casey
Casey
Just a few more hours, I told myself under the shower spray.
My legs were still shaking after that encounter with Adam.
The way he bent over me, his eyes focused on my bottom lip.
The way he looked at me, as if he was so overcome with desire he could barely keep his hands off me…
I’d never seen someone look at me that before.
And I had never felt so unhinged, craving someone so intensely, I could barely stand.
I propped myself up against the shower wall, pressing my palm against the cool tile.
Not even the cold water could sate this heat inside me.
My cock was throbbing for attention, as it had since last night.
I couldn’t go out to breakfast like this.
One of them would notice, if they hadn’t already.
The moan that slipped from my lips when I grasped my cock was loud enough to wake the dead.
Keep it together, Casey. You’re just relieving tension.
You’re not doing this out of lust, or hidden desires, or…
If I closed my eyes, all I could see was his face.
Adam. His green eyes. His freckles. The ivy tattoo on his neck that rippled when he growled at me.
The way his pheromones smelled, like an earthy cloud, so thick it could choke me, but all it did was rile me up even more.
He was so damn bossy. But fuck, there was something about obeying his commands that made me warm all over.
Just the thought of being his obedient little omega almost made me cum right then and there.
It was too much, thinking of him and stroking my cock.
I shouldn’t be thinking of him. Picture Marshall instead.
We’d had sex in the shower plenty of times.
He liked it when I sucked him off first, lubing up his cock with my mouth before it went inside me.
I’d done it enough times that I’d started fantasizing about him servicing me instead.
Even being an omega, I couldn’t deny the heat surging through me at the thought of Adam kneeling before my cock, his tongue out and ready to take my load in his mouth.
Marshall. I meant Marshall. My boyfriend. My loving, handsome, incredible boyfriend.
Their faces flitted in and out as I pictured someone in front of me, their mouth open right beneath my cock.
But it was Adam’s face that made me squeal with pleasure as I stroked myself faster and faster, an orgasm about to burst from me.
I couldn’t stop myself from cumming at the thought of him, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream his name as I shot all over the shower wall.
My body trembled with each burst of pleasure, and my knees almost collapsed beneath me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d climaxed that hard.
My heart raced in my chest, almost unwilling to calm down as my cock pulsed beneath my fingers.
I was still shooting ropes of cum long after I thought it would end.
It felt like a second orgasm had seamlessly rushed through me, joining the first before it was even over.
Slick leaked from my ass, a silent plea to be filled.
My body wanted Adam almost more than I did. I felt empty doing this without him.
I whimpered as I let my cock go, the remnants of my orgasm still pulsing through me. I needed more, but that was the problem. This thirst couldn’t continue. The sooner I got away from this place, away from him, the better.
Quickly finishing my shower, I got out, dried off, and got dressed. I was almost free. We would eat breakfast, and then we’d go home. I could manage that. With a deep breath, I went downstairs to the kitchen.
Adam was setting the table and placing dishes of food in the middle of it. The sunlight dancing on his red hair almost made me forget how to breathe. He looked ethereal in the morning light. So much for calming down in the shower.
“You good?” Marshall asked. He was busy washing a sink full of dirty dishes. Marsh didn’t like housework. I wasn’t the only one feeling anxious, it seemed.
I snuck one long peek at Adam when Marshall wasn’t looking. “I… don’t know.”
“Case,” Marshall whispered, holding his hand out. He was warm and soft, as always, but his woodsy scent didn’t soothe me.
“This trip…” I licked my dry lips and tried not to twitch when my cock stiffened.
Adam’s earthy pheromones were all over me.
I almost couldn’t think of a good excuse that wasn’t, ‘I’m going to fuck your dad if we don’t go home right now.
’ “It’s more stressful than I thought it would be. ” There. That was the truth.
Marshall sidled up to me and slowly hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
“I know. And I appreciate you doing this for me. But the worst is over now.” My eyes drifted towards the kitchen table where the sun was kissing Adam’s skin, making him glow under the yellow light.
The worst was over? I wasn’t so sure about that.
“How about we eat breakfast, and then we’ll see how the rest of the day goes. ”
A fleeting sense of relief came over me as Marshall walked me to the table and gallantly pulled my chair out for me.
We would eat and go home. But then Adam sat across from me, his thick arms flexing as he served himself a stack of pancakes, and I almost lost my fucking mind.
I looked away, willing myself to ignore him.
The table was set for three, with eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, and coffee. I grabbed a little of everything, stuffing my mouth with bite after bite. The faster we ate, the sooner I could go home, and this nightmare would be over. I’d never have to see Adam again.
Just as I was almost done with my plate, Marshall’s phone went off and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket. “Damn it. It’s the hospital. Be right back.” He trotted out of the room and disappeared upstairs, leaving us alone.
The silence was thicker than a stick of butter, and it took all of my willpower to not openly stare at Adam across the table.
If I went upstairs, I could pack my bag while Marshall finished his phone call, and then we’d be out of here even faster.
I quickly shoved the last few bites of food into my mouth before getting up and gathering my plate and utensils in one hand.
Adam all but sprinted out of his chair, trying to intercept me before I could grab my glass. “No, you’re a guest.”
I dove for the cup, because no way would this big, burly man be telling me what to do, especially after the pills earlier, but his size worked in his favor.
It wasn’t hard for him to dodge me and slide his fingers onto the glass with mine, gripping both of us in one motion.
His chest was suddenly in my face, and my silverware slid off my plate and tumbled onto the rug as he pushed against me.
I dove for them too, but he was ready for me this time, swiping the plate from my hand and tossing it on the table behind me.
“You should learn to listen,” he growled. He hovered over me, pushing me against the table until it bit into my back.
Oh god. Something pressed into my ribs, something hard and thick.
That couldn’t be his penis. It felt as big as my arm.
I mean, I know there’s a massive size difference between Alphas and male omegas, even Alpha females, but this wasn’t just an enormous cock.
It was taking the Alpha large dong trope just a little too far.
The non-rational part of my brain those to focus on the obvious part of this interaction: he was pressing his very hard cock against me.
God, he was so tall, I barely came up to his chest. The closer he got, the more I forgot how to breathe.
Those green eyes held me captive, spellbound, and I barely knew how to stop myself when he lifted his hand and took my chin between his fingers.
In a single moment, I forgot I should shove him away and tell him to never touch me.
No, I couldn’t remember anything. Not my name.
Not his. There was only the Alpha that made me feel insane.
Would he kiss me?
I wasn’t sure if I had the willpower to say no, even with my brain screaming at me. One half of me craved his touch so badly it was about to explode, and the other contained a single rational brain cell I somehow still had.
Stop him.
Let it happen.
The brain cell won, and my body tensed as his breath danced over my face. “Let me go,” I said, gritting my teeth over how breathless I sounded.
“I don’t think you want that,” he responded. So confident. I hated him. More than that, I hated myself for allowing this to happen.
A noise upstairs almost made me jolt out of my skin, but Adam had me pinned and I couldn’t look away. “You don’t know what I want.”
But he did, and we both knew it.
The noise turned into footsteps down the stairs, and Adam quickly gathered my dishes from the floor as I dashed across the room to escape him.
Marshall was just stuffing his phone back into his pocket when I approached.
I hoped he wouldn’t notice my flushed cheeks.
It felt like my entire body was on fire.
“Case,” he whispered, tossing his head to show he wanted me to follow.
He led me down the hall to the laundry room.
The hum of the washer and dryer drowned out our conversation.
“Everything okay? Does the hospital need you to come in?” It wasn’t unusual for him to pick up extra shifts when his patients needed him. The timing was oh so convenient if that were true. Please be true.
He leaned against the washing machine, looking anything but in a rush to leave.
“Actually, that was the head of ortho. There’s a new surgery fellow he’s hoping to sign onto our department, and all my cases are being passed over to them.
I’ve never taken a vacation since my residency, so Richard offered to extend my time off. ”
What? No, no no no.
I fumbled for a second, trying to think of an excuse, anything to make sure we went home today. “I really…” My throat thickened, and my face flushed all over again. “W-we have that new mural, and we’re not finished with the planning…”
Marshall moved closer, his arm encircling my waist and pulling me until we were pressed together. “Let’s stay for a little longer. Just one more day. Please?”
“What about your dad? I mean, you seem tense around him. Do you really want to be here longer?”
He gave a genuine pause before coming back with a smile. “It’s fine. Anyway, I’m not here to spend time with him. I’m here for you.”
More time around Adam. Marshall was asking me to throw myself into a fire and not get burned. But he was unaware of the flames already licking my body, and it had to stay that way. I could do this. I just had to keep my distance from Adam until whatever this was faded away.
That man had the power to destroy my entire life, and I would be damned if I let him do it.