Hunter
After we leave Escador‘s, Percy takes me to a small cocktail bar closer to campus. There’s a live band playing on the stage and it’s the kind of place where none of the furniture matches, there are candles on every table, and a smell of incense fills the air.
It’s kinda grungy and dingy but the drinks are phenomenal and they don’t ID us.
“You fit right in,” Percy says flirting with me.
Lifting my drink, I tilt it towards him. “And you stand out.”
“I know,” he grins, winking at me and I find my mood lifting. It was easy to match his laid back energy and forget about the shitshow with Evans and Sadie earlier.
After a few drinks, Percy seems like the best decision I’ve made in a while and there’s no disputing where he wants this to go. The outspoken omega plans to finish this evening in my bed and I’m not about to stand in his way.
I could take him back to my studio, if I was being courteous to my housemates.
I never usually took my lovers back there but the mood I was in today, I was likely to be rough and loud.
I wanted to leave marks and make pretty Percy cry.
In the best way. We could’ve gone back to Percy‘s place but I was feeling petty.
When we stumble into the house a few hours later, laughing, a tangle of hands and lips wrapped up in one another with hungry kisses, Blake is sitting in the lounge reading his book.
We burst into giggles as I trip over the edge of the rug, and we land on the floor with Percy pressed on top of me.
“So, it’s gonna be one of those nights,” Blake says with an amused smile and a small accepting nod. “I’ll wear my headphones.”
He retreats to his bedroom and as we hear the door close behind him, Percy and I burst out laughing again.
“As much as I enjoy being on top of you, I’m sure this would be much more comfortable in your room.”
Gracefully, Percy gets to his feet and holds out his slim delicate hand.
He pulls me up effortlessly, surprisingly strong, before he leads me upstairs in my own house.
When we reach the landing on the floor Evans and I share, he pauses and inhales for a moment, glancing between my bedroom door and Evans’.
“Interesting,” he says with a small smile and a tilt of his pretty head, before pushing open my bedroom door.
Now, while I hadn’t specifically planned to bring Percy back tonight, I was on a date and you could never rule out what may happen.
Earlier today, while I was getting ready I had hastily tidied my room. And when I say tidied, I mean I had shoved everything in the drawers under my bed or in my closet. Either way, for all intents and purposes, my room was actually tidy for a change.
Percy glances around while I turn on a lamp, eyes lingering on some of the sketches pinned to my wall or scattered on my desk, but they don’t hold his attention for long before he’s focusing back on me.
He laces his fingers through mine, pulling me in close for a kiss. He tastes like sugar and sweetness, the vanilla notes wrapping around us. It feels warm, welcoming and safe as lips press against mine.
His kisses are like him, bold and honest as he deepens the embrace. His tongue is in my mouth with no hesitation, his hands moving over my chest, mapping out the ridges of my body with small appreciative sounds.
Pulling back, he smiles up at me. “I really like you Hunter Ashbourne. You’re fun.”
Of course I am. That’s the side everyone sees. The artist stoner who likes a good time.
He kisses me again, his hands wander under my shirt, hungry and needy as he explores. Finally he works on the buttons, undoing them before pushing my shirt down over my shoulders and tossing it aside.
“I think we should get better acquainted,” he says boldly, dropping to his knees and pulling me close.
His fingers make quick work of the button on my trousers, before he peels them and my boxers down. My cock springs free, hitting against my stomach, leaving a sticky smudge of precum on my skin.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice dick?” He wraps a dainty hand around my shaft, giving me a slow pump. Precum beads on the tip and he looks like he wants to lap it up.
“Maybe once or twice,” I grin, weaving my hand into his pretty red hair.
“And this? This is hot.” He leans in, flicking my piercing with his tongue. He takes me into his mouth, lips stretching over my mushroomed tip before he slides down.
It’s not the best blowjob I’ve ever had, but it’s pretty fucking close as Percy works me like he knows my body. He isn’t rushing, savoring every moment, every touch, humming his appreciation as I toss my head back and close my eyes.
Fuckkkkk, this feels nice. But I don’t want to come like this.
“Come on beautiful, I want you on my bed naked.” Offering my hand, I pull him to his feet. Kissing him everywhere I can reach as I unbutton his blouse and help him remove his clothes.
He crawls onto my sheets, glancing over his shoulder. “Oh, I can do that.”
I move behind him, running my hands up his legs and over his gorgeous body.
Eating ass is one of my favorite things, and since Percy gave me head, it’s only fair I return the favor. Leaning in, I get a taste of his sweet slick.
I drive him wild for the better part of an hour, sucking and licking every inch of him before I finally roll on a condom. Grabbing hold of Percy’s hips, I pull him onto his knees.
“Thank Goddess, " he sighs. “You’ve finally decided to stop torturing me with your tongue.”
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” I tease, mentally counting the orgasms he’s already had.
“Ohhhh, I very much enjoyed it.”
Pushing my way into Percy’s tight body, I let out a low growl.
This is the perfect distraction. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure.
It feels like I’m getting back to my old self as I fuck Percy, losing myself to the sensations.
Focusing on how he feels, sounds, tastes.
Hearing his moans, the slick sounds of us coming together.
A citrus scent hits me like a punch to the gut and I know without looking up, that Evans is outside my room.
I don’t pause. Instead, I pretend I haven’t noticed. My alpha nature preens, urging me to put on a show. Is he listening in right now?
Good.
Let him hear.
Let him understand that I don’t care that he didn’t stand up for me. Or that slimy Sadie was by his side all night. Let him hear Percy’s moans and go to bed lonely and pathetic.
Reaching down, I grab Percy’s shoulder and pull him up against me, my cock still buried in his tight heat.
Moving my arm, I wrap it around him, caging him against me as I press my palm against his throat.
The omega practically melts in my grasp, the scent of his slick spiking.
The lime spikes too. Fuck, that was so hot. Mine.
I move my hips faster, pounding Percy now, his hole stretching beautifully for me as we both chase our orgasms. I’m careful not to lose control, my alpha nature pushing at the walls, demanding I let it in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement, and realise I’ve left the door open a crack.
The filthy little pervert wasn’t just listening, he was watching too.
Smirking to myself, I thrust harder, letting the sounds echo around my room.
Fuck him, he can watch, but he’ll never have this because he’s too afraid to admit what he knows.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.
Percy whimpers, hands grabbing onto my thighs or my arm as he tries to get purchase and thrust back. “More. Want more.”
The vanilla, mixing with the bergamot and lime and my own pheromones is a heady mix, making everything feel hazy around the edges and every sensation feels magnified.
I can feel Percy’s nails on my skin, feel Evans gaze on my face, my orgasm swelling at the base of my spine with little electric pinpricks.
It’s addictive.
Turning Percy’s face toward me, I look down at his tear streaked cheeks, lapping at the wet trail before leaning in to kiss him. It’s sloppy and feral as I don’t lose my pace, continuing to fuck him mercilessly.
When we finally break apart, Percy panting, both of us a little breathless, I lean down and kiss along his shoulder. Letting my teeth rake over the skin lightly, I murmur all sorts of filthy promises, enjoying the way Percy begs for each one.
Raising my voice, I say, “Are you going to be a good boy and take my knot?”
I’m not really going to knot him, not now anyway, but the promise always drives omegas wild, unlocking something instinctual in them.
“Yes,” he whines, hand shuttling over his cock, the slick sounds amplified in the moment. “Fuck! Hunter!”
But my words weren’t for him.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” There’s another peak in pheromones, the spicy, sweet bergamot making my mouth water. My dominant alpha side is snarling, thrashing to be let wild. Trying not to lose myself, I clench my jaw. I needed them to come first, both of them.
“So good, so good, baby.” The praise is flowing and I love giving it. “Just like that.”
I bet he’s out there now, blushing, skin pink and flushed like it is whenever I compliment him. A floor board creaks, is he fucking his hand?
No, he’s probably too stubborn for that. I bet he’s standing there, cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers, creating a damp patch. Fuck, that thought has my balls tightening.
Maybe that was the real reason I wanted Percy tonight. Why I brought him back to our house and stripped him naked. Maybe he was beneath me, screaming my name, not because he was soft and pretty and melted beneath my touch. Not because he was an omega but because he wanted me.
For a few hours, I could pretend I was the one chosen.
“That’s it,” I growl. “So perfect.”
“Come for me. Don’t keep me waiting.” It isn’t quite an alpha command but there are hints of it laced in my words, my dominant side makes it impossible to hold back.
Percy lets go, hot spurts of cum gushing from his pretty cock and soaking my sheets. He’s vocal too, crying out, “Fuck yes, fuck yes” like a reverent prayer.