Searching For His Omega - Harper B. Cole Page 0,14

He trailed his fingers over my arm and nibbled the soft part of my ear. “Is this okay?”

My dick stiffened and I dug my nails into my palms. “Yes.” My butt was pressed against the dishwasher as Chet’s hands lifted my tee and glided over my skin. Something I’d thought dormant awakened inside me. A little spark. He was coaxing it for me and reminding me of emotions long-forgotten. Provoking me, lighting a fire in my belly with those lips and magic fingers.

“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage as Chet grabbed the unfinished bottle of wine from dinner and two glasses. He ushered me up the stairs, and I hoped he was checking out my ass again.

Standing at the door of his room, courage deserted me as Chet brushed past me and stuck the wine and glasses by the bed. “We can watch a movie on my computer if you’d prefer.”

“Hell, no. I want your lips wrapped around my dick!” Fuck. Where did that come from?

He smirked. “I love a man who says what he wants.”

My announcement had me not knowing what to do with my hands. So, I did the only thing I could do. I shucked off my clothes and jumped between the sheets. Acting braver than I was, I patted the space next to me.

Chet made sure there was an opportunity to ogle his body as he did a slow striptease. He wriggled out of his shirt and took his time sliding his pants down. My eyes were clamped on the bulge at his crotch, and I immediately regretted only asking only for a blow job.

He peeled off his briefs, and his huge swollen dick sprang out. That took my breath away. He climbed in beside me and took me in his arms. His mouth was on my forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips. Nibbling, licking, and probing.

I inhaled a citrus scent rolling off him and as his fingers caressed and fondled my cock. After parting my lips, our tongues tangled and dueled, and the only sounds in the room were moans, grunts, and gasps.

Dragging his mouth away from mine, he pushed back the covers and gazed at my hardness. A dull ache was building inside me, and maybe he was a mind reader ‘cause he slid down the bed so his face was level with my cock.

He stuck his tongue out and then it disappeared back between his lips. He did it again but closer to my cock. It almost touched the tip but not quite. He’s tormenting me. But while I wanted his mouth sucking me off, the tension building inside me was exquisite. Pain and pleasure. The two opposing forces, separated only by a hair’s breadth.

And finally, he placed that wet tongue on the head and licked as if my cock was an ice cream. “Mmmm,” he whispered.

“Oh God,” I yelled as I lifted my butt off the bed. My ass was covered in slick, and I rotated my hips from side to side hoping he picked up the scent of desire. He might not be sticking his dick in me tonight, but I was sending him a message. I’m so turned on.

Chet blew gently on the tip, sending shivers up and down my spine, before grabbing the base and sliding his hand over the shaft to the head and back. A rush of air escaped my lips and I was tempted to put a pillow over my face and bite it. But then I couldn’t study his face as he swallowed my length. And I very much wanted to see that.

He ran his tongue down one side of my swollen dick and up the other, and his gravelly voice mumbled, “So good.” I reached behind me and dug my fingers into the velvet headboard. Really? Velvet?

Lifting my hips slightly, I offered my cock to him. And he took it between his lips. He swallowed it, his tongue working overtime flicking at the head.

Chet’s free hand worked its way under my ass, and I raised my knees giving him easy access. I wasn’t ready for a cock in my hole, but a finger or two or more would turn me to jelly.

“Is this okay?” At least I think that’s what he said. A dick between his lips made it hard to understand, but I nodded and mumbled, “Yes,” in return.

One finger probed my hole and then tapped around the wet puckered flesh. He pushed in a little and we both