Omega in the Sand - Aria Grace Page 0,14

new arrivals. But now, I'm not really in a hurry to rush back up to the main hotel. Not when I know what's waiting for me.

My cock is positively aching with desire, especially now that I've torpedoed my chances of getting laid any time soon. I'm at serious risk of popping a massive erection right here and now if I can't get my mind off Isaac.

Shit. I need to get this out of my system. I'm not going to be able to just will it away. I glance around and confirm I'm alone. Still, I'm not going to do this out in the open. I'd be too paranoid about getting caught. Thankfully, the trees lining the marina are dense and there are plenty of low growing plants to hide in.

Maybe I'm completely losing my mind because I've never done something like this before. Especially not while at work. But I don't hesitate to wander between the trees as I try to lose myself among the plants. It takes me a few minutes before I'm certain I'm sheltered from all angles. No one ever comes this way, so I should be safe from foot traffic.

All my preparation has made my dick rock hard, and I've got a full-on tent in my shorts. Quickly, I unfasten my belt and free myself from clothing. The island breeze feels amazing against the hot skin of my cock, and my balls flex in response as a shiver runs down my spine.

Unintentionally, my thoughts drift back to Isaac. He was basically naked as he pranced along the marina dock and helped the guests through their security checks. The curve of his tight ass drew my attention multiple times. I'd been forced to clear my throat and look away, all the while imagining how easy it would've been to slip my cock inside.

I lean against a tree trunk and stroke my cock as the thoughts continue.

He looked at me more than once with that sultry gaze of his. I could just picture him on his knees in front of me with his lips wrapped around the head of my cock as I stroke the shaft. His lips look so soft and sweet tasting. My biggest regret now is that I'll probably never get a chance to taste them for myself.

Pumping my cock, my head rests on the bark and I do my best to control my sounds. There is an unreasonable urge within me to call out his name. Even though I know he won't hear me. Even though I chased him away. I want to shout his name as I fuck my own hand. Hopefully, it’ll soothe the lonely ache that's rampaging through me even as I fantasize about an omega I'll never let myself have.

An omega I want to press against a tree as I hold him in the air with my cock sliding in and out of his delicious ass while he whimpers in pleasure. I want to see him stroking his cock with one hand, and my face with the other. Then, as my knot grows, I want to bury it inside of him, sealing myself in and filling him with my seed.

My thoughts run wild as I come. The knot of my cock swells beneath my hand then quickly recedes. There's no omega here to stimulate it further, to keep me hard and quivering. There's no one but me and a shameful puddle of come in the dirt at my feet.

Seven

Isaac

I can't believe I'm such an idiot.

That thought runs through my head over and over again all afternoon. Whenever I get a free moment, I'm stuck in a loop of despair, anger, and self-doubt. Why the hell am I such an idiot?

Thankfully, I don't have a lot of free moments. The resort is busy and there's way too much happening. That…and the fact that the guests have embraced "Shameless Island's" number one selling point wholeheartedly. The entire island, save for the marina, is clothing optional.

All the guests, rich alphas, omegas, and women, are in various states of undress as they take advantage of the island's amenities. The most popular attraction, of course, is the beach itself. Enviously, I look at my fellow drink servers, those who get to be out on the sand, enjoying the sun. They can dip their feet in the water from time to time and seem to be enjoying themselves immensely.

Meanwhile, I'm stuck serving drinks on the patio and the dining room. I've had a few calls to