Page 55 of Beg for It

“Is your cock slicking for me, Baby Boy?” I rasp, kissing him. “Are you making a mess for me?”

“God, the things you say,” he whispers. “You know I want you. It feels like I shouldn’t though, not after what happened yesterday.”

“That’s not the same,” I spit out indignantly. “We’re two consenting adults. Take back your power, Little Omega. Kiss me, and know you fucking crave me.”

“I shouldn’t, but I do,” he says so softly I can almost pretend he didn’t say it.

“You don’t have to try so hard to push me away,” I snarl. “Your cock, your scent, and your very soul want me. Fucking say it.”

My hand grabs his ass as Camden moans against my lips, mine doing their best to remind him of the truth of my words, and he hitches his leg around me to rock his hips harder against my dick.

Determined to make him as obsessed with me as I am with him, I do something really fucked up. Half carrying him to his bed, I fall into the cloud of blankets. His startled cry does nothing to dissuade me. We may both be cumming in our pants, but the whole damn room will smell of the both of us.

I play for keeps, and I learned the rules of life on the knee of my father. Take what you want, pull it from them as you convince them it’s what they crave. That way, they’ll believe it’s their idea.

“Lee,” he gasps, writhing underneath me.

“I want to touch you so fucking badly,” I tell him, my control starting to fray.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the side. Toeing off his shoes, they go flying as well, and he unsnaps his pants.

“So touch me,” he says. “I don’t want to go to sleep tonight with the memory of another man’s hand on my cock.”

He’s trying to kill me. Thrusting my hand into his pants and under the band of his boxers, I fist his cock, loving the way he wraps his legs around my ass and simply lets go. His fingers tangle in my hair to take control, and I let him. I can be flexible, for just a little while.

Fuck, he feels so good in my hand, his slick covering his dick so I can slide up and down with the perfect amount of friction. I want to fuck him so badly, but he’s not ready for that, not yet.

“I want to be the first one to fuck your ass,” I groan. I never have problems with playing it cool, but the rules are flying out the window. Camden is so innocent, I can tell by how responsive he is that he’s going to be our perfect little omega of firsts. “Not now, but soon. I’m going to take my time with you. You’re going to give me all of your whines, whimpers, and cum. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Fuck yes. Oh god, I’m close. Please cum with me,” he whines. “Lee.”

My hips twist and rock over his pelvis, the friction making my eyes roll. That’s it. God, I’m going to have to go out after this with a load of cum in my pants. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Let go, Baby Boy. I’ll cum with you. I’m right there,” I gasp.

I can feel the moment he wordlessly screams, and his cock begins to twitch hard as he explodes. My vision whites out for a few seconds as I fall over the cliff after him, my face buried in his shoulder as I grunt and cum. My hips continue to fuck into his body as I come back to earth, my body having a mind of its own and dreaming how much better it would have been if I’d cum inside of his tight ass.

I made the right call, though. This is the slowest I’ll go with him. All bets are off now.

Pulling my hand out of his pants, I grin at the mess all over it. Dragging my tongue up through his cum, I begin to clean myself up in the most filthy, depraved way possible. He does taste delicious, and it’s a flavor that I always want on my tongue.

“Oh my God,” he whispers.

Grinning at him as his legs drop on either side of me, I kiss him goodbye, making sure to thrust my cum-laden tongue into his mouth. His noises should exist in my own little porn, and because of my cameras, I’ll be able to watch this over and over again.

“Make sure you clear your plans for the football game,” I say, my chest heaving as I come up for air.

“Why?” he asks, looking confused.

“You’re going to be in those stands, wearing Brooks’ jersey like a good boyfriend,” I tell him wickedly. “You’re ours, which means you’re going to start showing people that. The best place to do that is the football field.”

Pushing myself up, I force myself to get out of his bed. It’s too fucking comfortable, I don’t know how he manages to get anything done.

“But, wait—” he says.

“Nuh-uh,” I grunt like a caveman. “It’s non-negotiable, Little Omega. Be a good boy.”

He gapes at me as I open the door to let myself out.