Page 30 of Ondine, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse)

Bodyguard

Ondine

I track Sebastian with my eyes as he works in the yard.

Those pavers he dug up a few weeks back?

He’s replacing them with bigger stone blocks.

His shirt is off, despite the chill in the air, and his gorgeous body is on display.

There’s no one else out here, otherwise I’d have to gouge their eyes out.

I keep ogling him, from my seat on the porch, buried under blankets, and then looking around to make sure we are alone.

Killer is curled up in my lap, purring like she isn’t completely asleep.

“What’s going on with you?” Sebastian says as he stops near me for some water. The blocks have all been artfully arranged in front of the flower garden.

“Me?” I ask, innocently.

“Yeah, you. I’m not talking to the mouse in your pocket.” His smile is golden as he laughs at his own joke.

I sigh and just watch him. I could watch him all day.

“I could watch you all day,” I say aloud.

He smirks like I’m being silly and takes another drink of water.

“You want to follow me around while I take care of my projects?”

“Yes,” I answer seriously.

He shakes his head. “You’re teasing me.”

Now is a good time to mention he’s shirtless.

He stands there in the sunshine, soaking it all into his golden skin. My head nearly falls over.

“If you like the view so much, why don’t you come here and do something about it?”

I look down at Killer. Sorry, baby cat. I lift her up and gently set her down next to me, but she just wakes up and darts away.

I drop my blankets and saunter up to him. I’m wearing drawstring shorts and a sweatshirt. A winning spring combination.

“You have shoes?” He asks me. I look back at my slide-ons I left by the bench. “Go put them on. I’m gonna teach you how to throw a punch.”

I let out a little gasp. I know he told me he would, but I didn’t think he actually remembered. I throw my shoes on and meet him out on the lawn.

“What am I gonna punch?”

He turns to the side a little. “Let’s say my arm. That way I’ll feel how hard you’re doing it.”

Gosh. His arms? They are so hard and muscly, he’ll probably hurt me more than I could ever hurt him.

I ball up my fist and hunch over staring at the spot I want to hit.

“Ok, ok, ok. Stop that. First, do not curl your fingers over your thumb. You did that when you hit Man-ho, and remember how you pretty much broke your thumb? The bruising?”

“Barely. There were a few other things going on.” And omegas heal fast. It hurt, but that was the least of my worries.

He unwraps my thumb and places it across my fingers. “You’ll want to make contact with these two knuckles here. If you hit with your back three knuckles,” he pushes my fist into his arm, and they slide away, “there’s no power and you’ll hurt yourself again. And don’t hunch over like that either.”

I straighten up. He directs my punch a few times until I take over. “Good. Good. Now throw your body into it.”

I punch his arm over and over again until it starts to sound like it’s doing something. He shows me the same thing with my other hand. I continue punching him in his arms and chest.

“And don’t underestimate the slap. A loose fist slap can do a lot of damage.

” I slap his arm. “See how when you slap you twist your hips like that? That’s what makes it a powerhouse.

Your punches need a lot of upper body strength, but your center of gravity is your hips.

I bet if you’d turned around and slapped Man-ho, you’d knock him silly. ”

Riled up by his words, I spin and slap him across the face and sure enough his head whips to the side. I cover my mouth in shock. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

He laughs and rubs his cheek. “See? You’re dangerous now.”

I turn his face so I can see his red cheek. Wow I got him good. I pull him towards me and kiss his cheek.

“You’re too good of a teacher. I’ve already beat you.”

He gives me a knowing smile and just stays quiet. Like a good boy. He smells incredible. I say fuck it, and lick him up his chest. He shivers in response. He tastes of sweat and sunshine.

“Do you want to know a secret?” I ask.

He thinks about his answer. “I want you to tell me all your secrets.”

Then he kisses me, and I didn’t even have to ask. I know we are on the front lawn and Sabbies is very conscience of our public appearance so I go to pull away. But he doesn’t let me. He pulls me back to him. Kissing me deeper.

I must reward him.

I take his hand and pull it to my side, guiding his hand on my body until it’s just under my ribs on my back.

“Here,” I manage to say between kisses.

“What?” He asks unaware.

“My omega mark.”

This gets his attention.

“What?”

“I wanted you to be the first to know where my omega mark is.”

“That’s real?” He asks and I snort at him. He picks me up, despite my squeaked protest, and carries me into the house. He carries me all the way to his room. I manage to shut the door with my foot. He lays me on his bed and turns me over to inspect.

“You thought it was a myth?”

“For sure. Oh my god, there it is. How did I miss it?”

It’s a light orange half-moon on my ribs. Kind of on my back, kind of on my side.

“Can I?” He asks so sweetly. I nod and smile. “Yes.”

His thumb coasts over it. Little tingles dance along my skin. Then he bends down and licks it. He breathes over it. I’m instantly ready.

“I’ve licked this before,” he realizes. “At Sky Nest. During your bond-sickness.”

He did. Totally running on instinct I’m sure.

“I want to make love to you—with my mouth on this mark.”

And I giggle as he bites it gently.

He pulls my shorts and panties down my legs, taking my socks and shoes with them.

Then he turns my body and pulls me up so he can take off my sweatshirt and undershirt.

I’m naked suddenly. My hands are on his jeans trying to undo the brass button.

He takes over for me and takes his pants off.

His cock tents his underwear and the sight makes me want to die it’s so sexy.

“Ondine, I know that Jake is kinky and sexual. Likes to play games and have others participate, like me. He told me about tying you up.” He kneels on the bed in front of me while panting like crazy, “And Shadow has this whole, being dominated thing that you all like.” He does like being told what to do, doesn’t he?

“And you’ve got Arnold, who knows you so intimately.

All your fantasies.” I want to pull him closer but he’s staying a little out of reach.

“But I like when it’s just you and I. I want when we are together, it’s about us and how much I care about you. ”

He shows me what he means by caressing my skin with his large hand—over my stomach, up my ribs, tenderly across my breasts.

“I like to light candles and lower the lights. Play music. Be close.”

Oh, my sensual lover boy. I nod enthusiastically. He slowly leaves me to do just that. He closes the curtains while shedding his underwear. Lights candles on his dresser. Locks his bedroom door. He wants privacy.

He finds his phone, but just stops and stares at the screen

“What is it?”

“Boone keeps texting me.”

I grit my teeth.

“Why?”

He sighs. “He says he misses me.” Sabbies looks up at me and says, “I’m not responding. It’s fine, Ondine. I’m ignoring him. And you should too.”

He turns on some R&B on his speakers. “Is this music ok?”

The beat is slow and full of bass.

“It’s very sexy.”

Now is not the time to talk about Boone. I’ll talk to Jake about it later.

Sabbies stands there next to his speakers getting the playlist together, naked with his cock growing hard in front of him.

When he’s done he grabs a bottle of body oil from his nightstand and tells me to lay on my stomach.

It’s scented vanilla. He warms it in his hands first before rubbing my shoulders and back down. His sure, strong hands melt into me.

“Oh my god,” I moan.

“I got this oil weeks ago just for you. I wanted you in my room so long ago. I shouldn’t have waited.” His hands push into the flesh of my ass and down my thighs. I’ve never had a massage before and my body is singing. He’s careful to leave my omega mark alone.

When the song ends I think he’ll stop massaging me, but he doesn’t. His breathing evens out and he continues to work my body more and more. Song after song plays and I’m barely even coherent, I feel so good.

He pulls me up and tips a glass of water to my lips. “You need water. I’m not done with you, sweetheart.”

I take the glass and drink the whole thing. I’m all bleary eyed and fucked up. His hands are magic.

He takes my glass from me, and lays me down on my back, setting himself between my legs.

“You are so beautiful. Look at you. I could stop now and just stare at you and be satisfied.”

Me, frustrated, says, “No, please. Come here. I want to make love to you.”

“We are making love. This is what it feels like. It’s a duet. It’s not about my cock in you. Let me show you—“

He lays next to me, trapping one of my legs between his. He bends his knee up so my other leg spreads wide, exposing my cunt further. With his middle finger he spreads my lips and then lays his finger on my open entrance.

All the while he kisses my neck and jaw and finally my mouth, holding my attention in both places.

I reach up and pinch my own nipple. He groans to encourage me.

His finger presses further and further into me and then a second finger joins it.

I push against the mattress with my heels, rocking up and down, his body, his fingers, his legs all stimulate me as I rock again and again on my heels.

“God yes,” I moan into his mouth.

“You are so incredible. I’m never letting you go.”

As smooth as water, he’s got me slipping into an orgasm.

It’s heartwarming and lovely and makes me feel like I’ll never be alone.

I roll us so I’m on top of him and my swollen, ready pussy takes him entirely inside of me.

I grip his chest, but lay over him, kissing him and feeling him everywhere.

He picks up my hips and moves them to the beat of the music. His hands massage my ass.

When I start to pick up the pace he slows me down, wrapping his arms around me and holding me safe. Everything is on the surface. I’ve never felt more vulnerable. He could look at me and see all of me at once, unfiltered.

And I let him. I let him drink me in. Our eyes locked as we move together.

Our chests are glistening as we move and feel and love and give and take. I don’t even know if the earth is still spinning underneath us. Anything could be happening out there and I’d still feel safe here in his arms.

He rolls us so he’s on top, taking over all my pleasure. We kiss and it’s a promise.

“I love you, Ondine.”

“I love you, too, Sabbies.” He smiles as we continue to make love for most of the day.