17. Jet
Jet
Istood in a room that was completely red looking down at Elliott on the bed.
I’d prepared myself for this moment and didn’t let recognition or anything else show in my expression.
Once again, I reminded myself that this was the only way for me to get close enough to Elliott to get him out of the facility.
Mooneyham and Dr. Freedman, whom I’d met earlier this morning when I arrived, stood talking about us like we weren’t there. “Perhaps the two-way mirror would work best.”
“I agree.”
“The way he’s staring at this alpha is a good sign,” Freedman said. “Yes, let’s go.”
I was barely aware of them or of the door closing behind them when they left because I’d become so focused on Elliott, who was a splash of green silk and pale skin in the completely red room.
“I’m Jet.” I knew they were listening to us. I hoped Elliott understood that no one could know we weren’t strangers.
He blinked a few times, his chest rising and falling beneath the silk robe.
Then he nodded. “Elliott.”
Relieved, I took a moment to look around. At first, all the red made it difficult to distinguish one thing from another, but when my eyes adjusted, I saw that besides the bed, there were only a couple of chairs in the room.
“What’s with all the red?” I asked, looking at Elliott again. He wasn’t trembling as much as a few moments ago when I’d walked in. I’d heard another alpha went in before me, and that had nearly sent me into a rage. Had he touched Elliott? Thinking about it had me clenching my fists.
“To help us go into heat and rut faster,” Elliott answered.
“Ah,” I said, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Are you afraid of me?”
“A little,” he said. I hoped he was lying for the doctors. I didn’t want him to be afraid of me like he used to be. I’d worked hard to win his trust before all this happened.
Leaning closer to him, I pressed my nose behind his ear, intending for those watching us to think I was scenting him. Very quietly, I whispered, “They’re watching and listening. You have to trust me.”
I rubbed my nose up and down his neck.
“It’s time to put on the performance of a lifetime. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Elliott whispered.
Arousal stirred within me.
“There’s no way out of this. I’ve tried to think of one, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Elliott said, so low that I barely heard him.
“So, you understand what has to happen?” I wanted to make sure.
He nodded.
Gently, I took his earlobe between my teeth and nibbled on it. Elliott made a small squeaking sound of surprise, but he didn’t move away from me. Reaching for his right hand, I took his hand in mine. It was ice cold. I squeezed it before lacing our fingers together.
“Elliott?”
Turning his head, Elliott looked at me, and I searched his eyes, still unsure if he completely understood. I couldn’t say it aloud, so I tried to convey the words with my eyes.
Do you understand that they are watching? That, to get out of this alive, we have to have sex?
My emotions were all over the place. I hated that this was happening to him, and I hated that he’d brought it on himself.
But I knew he’d had good intentions, and I also knew that going over all that now wouldn’t do any good.
I didn’t even know how we were going to do this.
When I’d left the ranch, I hadn’t taken my rut suppressant for the day yet, and I hadn’t taken one since.
Would only a few days off them prevent me from going into rut?
It would be easier on both of us if our natural instincts took over.
But I knew how much Elliott would hate succumbing to his heat.
“I’m glad it’s you,” Elliott said simply. It answered my question. At that point, I planned to lean in and kiss him, but Elliott surprised me by beating me to it. Either he was going into heat already, or he was showing me he was on board. Either way, I could do nothing except return the kiss.
No hardship there.
Elliott’s lips were soft and pliable. As soon as I deepened the kiss, he became sweetly submissive, a soft hum escaping his mouth as I sucked on his bottom lip.
My body was responding. I could feel the signs, although I wasn’t going into a hard rut.
Elliott felt amazing beneath me, and I couldn’t help but move so I was hovering over him.
He didn’t seem opposed to it, thankfully.
I had to keep reminding myself that we had to appear as though our instincts were taking over.
So, much more roughly than I would otherwise, I ran my hand from Elliott’s bare knee, up his soft, toned thigh with its light coating of hair I would bet was blond, to the contour of his Adonis belt.
Elliott grabbed the front of my t-shirt with both hands and pulled me so that my body weight fell on him. He had to feel my arousal in that position, and for a brief moment, I was afraid he’d freak out. But he surprised me by closing his eyes and letting out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard.
Emulating what I’d done earlier, Elliott rubbed his nose against my neck. “You smell so good,” he said.
Then he slowly spread his legs so that my body was cradled between this. Who was in charge here? The alpha, or the omega? Shocked, I didn’t move for a moment, until I felt the wet tip of Elliott’s tongue run over the vein in my neck.
My body temperature rose with the beating of my heart. Lifting myself off Elliott, I reached behind my head and yanked my t-shirt over it, throwing it on the floor. Elliott stared up at me with limpid green eyes full of arousal.
I attacked Elliott’s mouth, pushing my tongue inside his warmth to slide against his.
As our kisses became more aggressive, their wet sucking noises aroused me even more.
Elliott was hard, too. I didn’t sense that he was in heat, but by that time, my mind was so addled, I wasn’t sure I could tell.
I was headed for full rut. I concentrated on the feeling of having Elliott in my arms. He felt good, firm yet soft at the same time.
He was smaller than I was, yet he fit in my arms like a dream.
I was no blushing virgin, but I assumed Elliott was, from what he’d confided to me about his kidnapping.
“It’s okay,” Elliott said, as though detecting my trepidation. Then he arched his back, pushing his arousal against mine while letting out a long whine of need. I wanted to know for sure if the noises he was making were for me and not for those listening.
When he reached between us and untied the silk robe, revealing his smooth, white chest, I stopped holding back. Dipping my head, I took one rosy nipple into my mouth and sucked. Then I circled the bud with my tongue, teasing him as he squirmed beneath me, his breaths coming in fast pants.
When I kissed my way over to the other nipple and laved my tongue over it, then blew soft air over the delicate skin, Elliott gasped and sank his fingers into my hair.
When I bit down on the sweet nub, he cried out.
At this point, my pants couldn’t contain my burgeoning erection.
Pulling away from Elliott, I unbuckled my pants and shoved them down, over my ass, freeing my long, stiff cock.
Pre-cum dripped from it onto Elliott’s midsection.
My gaze ate up his beautiful, toned abdominal muscles and his stiff cock surrounded by a patch of blond hair.
Reaching for it, I found it fit perfectly in my hand, the red tip peeking out from between my index finger and thumb as I massaged it.
Elliott wiggled on the bed as he dug his fingers into both of my shoulders.
Leaning down, I licked the bead of precum from his cockhead, its taste sweet on my tongue. I sucked on his cock a few minutes, breathing in the sweet smell of his tang while I did so, Elliott’s bent legs shaking on each side of me.
He threw his head back on the pillow. “Aah-aah-a-aah…”
His sweet sounds made me crazier. Hungry for him, I ran my tongue over his cock from balls to tip, making him squeeze my head between his knees and arch his back. Eagerly, I brought my free hand between his ass cheeks to tease his wet entrance.
His robe lay completely open, and I couldn’t resist abandoning his sweet cock long enough to kiss my way up his body, pausing to dip my tongue into the divot of his navel before continuing up between his pecs to suck on the smooth column of his neck.
He smelled sweet everywhere. I wanted to consume him.
“Jet, Jet,” Elliott kept repeating. “Please…I need you.”
I was nearing the end of my patience, but I took a moment to play with each pink nipple again before moving downward, bypassing his stiff cock and heading for the real meal.
I slurped up the tang running out of him, its taste a treat I quickly found addictive, sucking his furled opening, then running my tongue over it until he cried out over and over, his pleas music to my ears.
“Jet, please…please!”
I wanted to hear the words, though, so I continued to torment his asshole until he finally gave them to me in a ragged sob.
“Fuck me! Gods, please fuck me!”
I’d never thought to hear those words from any omega’s mouth, much less this one’s, and their effect on me brought my face from between his ass cheeks to stare down at him.
There was a large mirror mounted on the wall behind the bed, and when I caught sight of my reflection, I didn’t recognize myself—my mouth and beard wet and slick with Elliott’s tang, my nostrils flared, my dark eyes blazing and my chest heaving with arousal.
Lowering my eyes to Elliott spread out beneath me, I saw the intense flush on his face, neck, and shoulders and the red bite marks I’d left on his pale skin, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
Aroused beyond reason, I took hold of his calves and draped them over my shoulders—that action alone enough to bring another surge of precum from the head of my cock as I brought its head to his hole, heaving his body closer to mine as I entered him in one lubricious slide.
“Ahh-ahhhh! A-ah—!” Elliott cried out until I silenced him with a deep kiss and began to thrust.
I sucked on his tongue in rhythm with my hips as moved in and out of him, amazed and enamored at his ability to take all of me. No beta ever could. Alphas were well-endowed, and both women and men had always struggled to take half of me; but Elliott’s body accommodated it all.
Behind the sounds of his keening wails, my grunts of exertion, and the slurping, sucking noises produced by our coupling, I heard something said over the intercom speaker, but I had no idea what.
It could have been an order to stop for all I knew, but that would be a waste of breath as there was no way I could.
Ten men couldn’t drag me from Elliott now.
A keening wail rose in his throat, filling the room as I continued fucking him hard, my balls tight against my body in anticipation of release.
A moment later, Elliott stiffened from head to toe, arms tightening their grip around my neck and the muscles gripping my cock contracting until I could barely move.
His body jerked beneath me and his cock spurted between us, releasing a waterfall of pleasure throughout my body as mine spilled as well.
Breathing hard, I looked down at the puddle of cum on his stomach and scooped some up.
Elliott’s eyes widened as I brought it to my lips.
“Delicious,” I said, lowering his shaking legs from my shoulders before bending to share my prize with him. He eagerly lapped it up, and we shared a long kiss.
My cock having thickened to the point I could hardly move, I turned on the bed, taking Elliott with me, adjusting us so that he straddled me as I sat with my back to the mirror.
Elliott was hard again, and I took him in my hand and stroked him, staring into his beautiful eyes, watching him as his arousal took over.
He sucked in breath after breath as I steadily brought him to climax, then he called out my name when he came, which pleased me more than I could have imagined it would.
“We’re stuck,” I said into his ear. “Tied. Bound.” I pressed my nose against his neck. I was exhausted.
“You okay?” I asked after a moment and felt him nod.
“You have a piercing,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Yeah. A Prince Albert.”
“I liked it,” he said simply.
I smiled into his neck.
After a while, the swelling of my cock went down enough for me to pull it out.
Elliott gasped when I flipped him over and onto his stomach and entered him from behind, but he didn’t protest. He cried out as I began to pump into him but pushed back with every thrust. The sight of my long cock entering Elliott’s round ass made me vibrate with need.
I didn’t take it easy on him—I couldn’t—and by the time we both came, sweat was pouring off us.
Because of the soaking sheets beneath us, we moved to another part of the bed.
This time I lay on my back and Elliott straddled me, sitting on my cock like it was nothing and riding me hard.
Watching his body undulate was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I gripped his ass cheeks as I raced toward yet another thunderous climax.
Before the morning was over, I’d taken Elliott against the wall, on the floor, and over the counter. I fucked him until his ass was as red as the room and we both collapsed into a heap on the bed.
We awoke sometime later when a voice over the intercom instructed us to shower in an adjacent room and dress in clothes provided for us.