“Forty-seven.”
When my body finally relaxed, I tipped my head back to stare at him.
He was so sexy, and handsome. His face was a work of art.
His full red beard, the thick muscles on his neck, and the freckles dotting his skin.
I traced the vine tattoo on his neck, twirling my fingertip around his ear piercings.
He had an industrial cross bar on the top of his right ear, a small hoop midway down, and a chain that went from his lobe to another hoop halfway up the outer edge.
Both the tattoo and the piercings felt delicate against his large body and rugged appearance.
“Enjoying yourself?” His green eyes watched my every movement, a coy smile on his lips.
“Mmhmm. I’ve been wanting to do this since we met. It’s been driving me crazy.” I traced his tattoo again, swirling around the leafy pattern, watching his neck muscles move with every breath. “How old are you?”
I’d never really thought about his age since he seemed both younger and older than what it actually was. He was twenty-two years older than me. I knew I should balk at such an age gap, but I was well beyond that at this point.
Moving closer, I stuck my tongue out and licked his tattoo all the way up to his ear. His soft moan as I tongued his earrings sent a shiver up my spine.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to get hard again.”
I was tempted to ignore him, but we’d already had more rounds of sex than I could count.
He fucked me in every position I’d ever heard of, and then some I hadn’t.
My cock would be limp for a month from how many times I came.
“Let me. Just a little. I’ve been dying to touch you.
” My hand glided across his chest, brushing the little red hairs around as I felt the planes of his pecs.
“I let you touch me.”
“And then you kept holding my hands behind my back so I couldn’t do it again.”
“It made you cum harder when you were denied what you wanted.” His hand snaked around my waist and he tightly gripped my ass cheek, squeezing until it hurt. “Don’t pretend with me, omega.”
He was right. It drove me wild having to obey him when I really didn’t want to.
I traced down his stomach, across every bump and valley, swirling his little hairs with my fingertips. “I’m not pretending. You proved your point well enough.”
His eyes turned soft, a vulnerable look shadowing his face. “Did I hurt you?” I shook my head, and he cupped my neck, bringing me closer to rub our noses together. “Did I do anything you didn’t like?” He noticed my quick flinch and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “Tell me.”
“It’s this.” I put both hands on his chest, caressing him all the way to his nipples. “You can hold my hands away sometimes, but I want to touch you more.”
He growled for me, his chest vibrating under my fingers, and he planted sweet kisses across my cheek, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. “Maybe you could beg for it. How does that sound?”
My loud, thirsty moan was a yes, and his low chuckle made me blush all over. I was hard before I could even stop moaning, my cock throbbing to life between our bellies. How was I still horny? I came so many times already.
“You’re hard.” I moaned again when his hand closed around my sensitive tip. “Let me take care of you.”
“CASEY!”
A loud snap in my face took me out of my head, and I blinked several times until I was back in reality. God, just reliving that night had me riled up. I casually shook my leg, trying to adjust my pants without anyone noticing. I was so turned on, my cock was bursting to be freed.
“Earth to Casey!” Lyle shouted with another snap to wake me up.
We were working together on a bodega mural: a picture of snacks and treats, and a cute anime girl holding a puppy made of ramen. The client paid extra to get it done quickly, so Lyle and Devon paused their other projects to help.
If only I could stop thinking about cock.
The zen of work did little to quell my fantasies, but I somehow got to the end of the day without a massive boner. I was, however, too wound up to go home. Marshall was still on a double shift at the hospital, and he wouldn’t be back until almost midnight.
Marshall. After spending a passion filled night with his father, I struggled over what that meant for us.
I knew I should break up with him. I should’ve done it after the first time, but every time I tried, something stopped me.
I thought it was my love for Marshall at first, but even that seemed weaker the more I said it.
This was so complicated. I needed something to take my mind off of everything. Tossing my empty cans into the recycling bag, I dusted my hands off and picked at the flecks of paint on my fingernails. “You guys want to go out for drinks?”
Devon hollered at the top of his lungs. “Hell yeah, West! Let’s go.”
After dropping our supplies off at the office, we got into Lyle’s car and drove to the nearest bar.
It was warm inside and made me feel sweaty as soon as I walked through the doors.
The scent of pheromone dulling incense drifted through the air, giving everyone the chance to have a relaxing night, omega and Alpha included.
The bar had groups of people ordering drinks, a few drunken souls doing a wobbly little dance by the jukebox, and one guy was on stage singing a terrible karaoke rendition of ‘Baby, Cast a Spell.’
“Baby, casht a shpelllll,” he chortled in a slurred voice. “I shwear I wun telllll.”
Lyle chuckled as he and Devon waded through the crowd. “Good thing Aurora can’t hear her song being butchered like that.” He gestured to get the bartender’s attention, a tall, sexy beta, exactly Lyle’s type.
The bartender strutted over to us, throwing a towel over his shoulder with a steamy smirk. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?”
My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out as Lyle ordered for us.
Adam
How was work today?
How was work? It was such a mundane thing to talk about for a man who rearranged my insides for hours.
I need you.
I can’t stop thinking about holding you in my arms. It’s driving me crazy.
My cheeks burned bright red. He needed me, even though we saw each other two days ago. I couldn’t remember the last time someone longed for me like that. If I was being honest… I needed him too. My guilt was a distant thought in my head as I wrote a reply.
Casey
Marshall will be home tonight. I can’t get away.
I know.
I paused, my fingers hovering over the digital keyboard. Would it scare him away if I told him my thoughts? That I had missed him just as desperately?
I’ve been thinking about you all day too. The way you held me in your arms after we had sex. I really liked it.
I’m glad, because I’m going to hold you close when I see you again. Before and after I fuck you.
A shiver went up my spine, and I was almost loopy as I joined Lyle and Devon at the table they’d chosen.
“Oooo,” Devon cooed when I sat beside him. “You and Marshall doin’ some dirty texting? I know that face.”
They ordered us several rounds of beer, soju, and one big bottle of vodka we were splitting between us.
After the first few drinks, I was feeling pleasantly warm. “I was toootally sexting,” I whispered, my voice anything but quiet.
“Yeah you were! What’s Marshall saying? He givin’ you that Alpha cock when you get home?”
I chuckled and poured another shot, then downed it with a ragged cough. “Nuh-uh. He’s at the stupid hospital.”
“Ahhh, planning for later, huh? Building that sexy anticipation for when he gets back.”
The anticipation was building, but not for Marshall. I couldn’t wait to see Adam again.
Two drinks after that, I was struggling to not spill everything about my secret rendezvous with him, and had successfully distracted Lyle and Devon by convincing them to sing at the karaoke machine.
I wasn’t sure what song they were attempting to sing, neither were they, it sounded like, but it kept them from asking too many questions as I glanced at my phone, hoping for another text from Adam.
More drinks, more shots. I was so hot and itchy. Adam’s face drifted in and out of my vision, and I reached out to grab him, only to find I was touching air.
“Y’know what suucks,” I said. I wiped my nose a few times, wondering why it kept feeling wet. Ahh. It was a wet spot on my sleeve.
“Men?” Devon guessed. He leaned against Lyle in a friendly cuddle. The two had never hooked up, but there was a first time for everything.
“Mennnn,” I echoed. “They date you, and then… then you get sad. And then someone is pretty. And they smell good.”
“I looove when someone smells good,” Devon agreed with a burp.
“And when they’re pretty,” Lyle added. He wasn’t as drunk, since someone had to keep their head on straight when two omegas were getting wasted.
More drifting, more drinks. I forgot how bad I felt for betraying Marshall. All I could think about was my Alpha. I wished he was here.
Oh.
Was he here?
“Adam?” I asked, rubbing my eyes just to be sure I wasn’t imagining things. He was glaring at me. My fantasies never glared at me.
Devon sprang up and awkwardly tried to hug Adam, but he got a firm hand to the chest to keep him away. “Heyyy, buddy! Sorry we called you. I thought you were Marshall. Casey had your profile pulled up on his screen.”
I stood, my legs wobbling as I walked over to him, to my Alpha. He smelled so damn good. I leaned in to take a big whiff of his shirt. “It’s okayy. He’s my Daddy.” I was way too drunk to realize I said that out loud, but luckily, Adam was completely sober.
“I think he’s had one too many. He means I’m Marshall’s dad.”
“Yessss,” I confirmed, poking him in the chest. “That too.”
Adam tucked his thick, sexy arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his sexy body. “I’ve got him from here. I’ll make sure Casey gets home safe.”
Lyle toasted us with his beer bottle. “Yessir. Have fun, Case!”