16. Adam
SIXTEEN
Adam
Adam
Being away from Casey was agony. I thought I knew what a long time felt like, but it was nothing like this.
Every minute, every second, I craved him.
I wanted him. I needed him. It didn’t matter what I did, nothing made this feeling go away.
Not eating, not jerking off, not sleeping.
He invaded my dreams every night, and his name was on the tip of my tongue when I woke up.
That night in the sunroom… I took him with a passion I had never known before.
No matter how many times I fucked him, it could not slake my lust. Maybe it was from going so long without sex, or maybe it was just him.
Fucking Casey was like nothing else. My need for him grew with each shudder of his body.
Every time he tightened around my cock, hunger raged inside me like an inferno.
One time was supposed to release me from this torment, but it only made my need that much stronger. Once would never be enough. I was lying to myself if I’d ever thought anything differently. And now I was willingly throwing myself into danger just for another taste.
I thought resisting him was torture.
The real pain was letting him leave.
Pursuing him might destroy our lives. I knew I should move on, for both our sakes. But that would be worse than twenty years alone. If it wasn’t Casey in my bed, then I wasn’t interested.
After a week, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left home and went to Hanford. I wasn’t sure what would happen, I only knew I needed to be near Casey again before I lost my damn mind.
As soon as I returned to my hotel room, I hopped into the shower. Being on the road made me feel a little grimy, and I didn’t want to touch Casey with dirty hands. He deserved better than that.
The hot water felt good on my tired limbs, and I leaned my head back to wet my hair, running my hands through the strands.
He was so beautiful, my omega, my Casey.
Being close to him again made my cock so hard, it hurt.
Even now it was fully erect against my belly, refusing to go down for anything.
The sweet spike in his pheromones when I handed him that key card, it was like a neon sign on his forehead.
He wanted me just as desperately. I knew it without asking.
Just like I knew he would come to my hotel room.
Fully clean, I got out and put a towel around my waist. It was so small, it barely covered me, and the small tuck on my hip threatened to come apart with every step.
Typical hotel room towel. Not willing to give us full sized towels, even knowing they knew Alphas would be staying here.
That was fine. I didn’t intend to be covered for very long.
Two timid knocks came at the door.
Casey.
The smell of rain and cedar leaked into the room, and I had to suppress a pleased growl as I opened the door. There he was, his timid eyes staring up at me. He was all mine tonight.
“Come in.”
He quickly obeyed, and I shut the door behind him, flipping the locks and chain and closing us in here together. I didn’t care if there was a fucking fire, he was not leaving this room until I was done with him.
“I…” he whispered, his voice wobbling over a single word.
I turned and approached him, pressing our bodies together.
Water dripped from my chest onto his shirt.
He smelled so good, so sweet, a scent just for me.
I hovered over him, our faces getting closer and closer until his breath was on my face.
He was almost panting, trying to stay calm when his heart raced in his chest. Mine was already thundering with anticipation, knowing what the night would bring for both of us.
I would have him again, and again, until this madness was under control.
But would it ever be?
Our lips brushed together, and he whined so sweetly for me, desire already overtaking him after being apart from me. I’ll help you calm down. That’s what I’m here for. I’ve got you.
“Adam,” he whimpered. So sweet. Begging before I’d even asked.
Growling deep in my throat, I stared at his quivering lips. Ahh. I was hoping we would go straight to sex, but it seemed the rules had already been broken. “We talked about this.”
He gulped hard, his eyes lowering to my mouth, his need reaching a fever pitch. Would he do it?
“Sir.”
“Better.” I picked him up, and my towel fell to the floor as I carried him to the bed. He was wearing too many clothes. He should never have more clothes on than me. I set him on the comforter and pulled his shirt off, baring that delicious body of his. “We should set some rules.”
“Like the… Sir thing?”
His cheeks went bright red, his scent practically pulsing with arousal. Oooh, he was loving this. But I had to stay focused. We had to make everything clear before I ravaged him.
I cleared my throat, trying to control myself for just a little longer. “Yes, like that. If there’s something you don’t like, you have to let me know. And if at any point you want me to stop, you say our safe word. Pick one.”
“Uhh… how about… Mr. Wilson.”
Cheeky. He looked timid and soft, but my omega enjoyed sassing me.
“Alright. If you call me Mr. Wilson during sex, I will stop everything. Sometimes your mouth may be covered, so three quick taps against me will be the signal. If your hands are tied and your mouth is covered, you’ll give three taps on whatever your fingers can reach.
If you don’t use our safe word or give me those taps, I’m not going to stop no matter what you say. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
Had he done this before? I expected more questions, or a touch of resistance to the idea. The thought of him submitting to another Alpha filled me with rage.
“There’s one last thing. It’s the most important part.
” Leaning over him, I slowly unzipped his jeans and pressed the heel of my hand into his erection.
He gasped for me, his eyebrows knitting together with a soft moan.
“Do not let me push you too far. The safe word is to keep you safe. I don’t care what we’re doing, or how far we’ve gone.
Even if we’re two seconds away from climax.
If you need it to end, it ends. Understand? ”
As soon as the timid but firm ‘yes’ left his lips, I pushed him back onto the mattress and yanked his pants, briefs, and shoes off with one firm tug.
His freed cock slapped against his belly, pulsing a deep red under my gaze.
He was so turned on, it looked painful. I knew the feeling.
I could handle the insanity, but he didn’t have to. Not with me here.
It was a shame the headboard was a soft cushion. If we were in my bed, he would have something to hold onto, something I could tell him not to let go of without being punished. I’d have to improvise.
“Up against the pillows. Hands over your head, and don’t lower them unless I say you can.
” He obeyed quickly, without a sassy quip this time.
His brown eyes watched me with a vulnerable intensity as I crawled across the bed on my hands and knees, slowly stalking towards my meal.
Which part would I devour first? Sitting back on my heels, I bent over his legs and slowly traced one finger up his bare thigh.
He moaned, and his hand lifted from the pillow for a split second before going back down.
He wasn’t used to this, so it wasn’t unusual for him to make a small mistake like that, but I still had to remind him of the rules.
I slapped his thigh hard enough to make him yelp. “Hands over your head.”
His hands shifted on the pillow above his head, but he didn’t lower them.
“Sorry.” I waited for him to correct himself, one eyebrow cocked just in case he didn’t realize his mistake.
“Sorry, Sir.” Mmmm… I loved hearing that word from his lips.
I kissed my handprint on his leg, soothing the red skin until it faded.
I wished I could just take him, right here right now, sinking myself inside him until I lost my damn mind.
But I had to take things slow. Our first time was fast and rough.
We had no time for thinking or waiting. I wanted to enjoy my omega, and make sure he enjoyed himself along with me.
I licked his nipple, gently sucking it between my lips.
He stiffened just slightly as my teeth grazed his skin.
“I won’t leave a mark.” Holding myself back was nearly impossible when I had him underneath me again, but I knew better than to ruin everything by biting him.
I couldn’t enjoy his body the way I wished I could.
I contented myself with the fact that he was here, and that was all I wanted.
I moved down his chest, inching my way to where his cock lay waiting for me. It was surprisingly big for an omega, especially one as small as him. He was sturdier than he looked, and it seemed his cock was as well. It was long and thick, not at all like the other omega dicks I’d encountered.
“S-something wrong?”
Glancing up at his face, he was watching me as intently as I’d been watching his dick.
“I was just admiring your cock, omega.” I closed my hand around his length, stroking him from base to tip.
His hips thrust into my hand with every stroke.
“I’ve seen Alphas with smaller dicks. If you were a beta, you would satisfy any partner with this pretty cock. ”
He almost chuckled before breaking off with a deep moan as I swirled my hand around his tip. “P-pretty? That’s not the word I would use.”
Interesting. He stuttered when he was flustered. Cute.
I slid myself between his legs and positioned myself over his cute dick, my eyes flicking down to admire the wet pool around his asshole.
He was so dripping wet, there was already a small puddle on the sheets.
God, I loved how wet he was our first time.
I hoped he would do that again. I stuck my tongue out and gave his cock a long, luxurious lick, from base to tip, tasting the salty drips at the end.
Delicious. It had been over twenty-five years since I last tasted cock. It was as good as I remembered.
“You… you don’t have to—fuck.”
I sucked the tip into my mouth, pulsing my tongue against his cock like I was licking a lollipop. I lifted my head to watch him twitch and squirm, tightly gripping the pillow so he wouldn’t let go. “I’m going to. Do you not like it?” I gave his cock another long lick to tease him.
“I do, I just… ahh, fuck… I don’t usually get… he never…”
I understood his meaning without him having to say it. My son never did this for Casey. “Then he’s a fool.” I took Casey’s full length into my mouth, moaning when he hit the back of my throat. I was going to suck the life out of my omega before I fucked him, and he would enjoy every second of it.