Page 17 of Faking It with the Omega

“Because you’re fucking irresistable,” I mutter in between kisses. “And I’m a weak man.”

Aiden groans when I suck his nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until it’s stiff and he’s squirming beneath me, his clothed cock throbbing against my thigh.

“So sensitive,” I tease, moving to the other nipple and chuckling darkly when he gasps and fists his hand in my hair.

“It’s been–ah–a while,” he stutters, and that lights up a primal part of my brain that’s desperate to have him all to myself.

“Then I’d better make it good, huh?” I rumble.

I stop torturing his chest and kiss my way down his taut stomach, across the light dusting of dark hair that leads below the waistband of his boxers. I can smell his slick already, a heady sweetness that makes a growl rumble from my chest and my cock ache in my briefs. I hook my fingers around them and slide them down his legs.

“Holy fuck, Aid,” I murmur, taking in the sight of him laid totally bare beneath me. His cock springs out of his boxers, stiff and pink and wet at the tip, and fucking edible just inches away from my lips. “You’re something else.”

He moans softly, a whimper that’s half turned-on and half bashful, his cheeks reddening under my gaze. So I take mercy on him and swallow his cock in one smooth movement, relishing in the way his back arches and his hand grips my shoulder like he’s holding on for dear life.

He’s breathless under me, his lips lifting instinctively to push deeper into my mouth, each movement drawing another delicious, desperate sound out of him. Precum leaks onto my tongue, and just the salty taste of it and the sound of him falling apart above me is nearly enough to make me fall apart right there.

I take my time, not wanting to rush this but struggling to hold back. I pull off him with a slick noise and stroke him in my hand, watching the way he pulses against my palm, his huge, perfect body writhing against the sheets. I duck my head to taste his slick, licking a stripe over his puckered hole, all the way up his shaft and over the shining crown of his cock.

Aiden’s hands abandon my shoulders, twisting in my hair instead, holding me close and then pushing me away, using his strength to guide me in exactly the way he needs.

“Jed—fuck, Jed, wait,” he chokes, his quads quivering where they’re pressed against my ribs. His dark curls are plastered to his head, the flush spreading all the way from his cheeks down to his chest. “Feels too good. I don’t want to… finish like this.”

His voice is raspy, his dark eyes searching mine as he tugs me back up by my hair and crashes our lips back together.

“What do you want?” I ask in between feverish kisses, grunting as his hands free my cock from my briefs, the skin on skin contact pulling a rough growl out of me. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Aid.”

“Inside me,” he purrs against my mouth, his scent sweet and thick and everywhere. “I want you to fuck me.”

Every muscle in my body tenses, seized by a possessive rush of heat that roars through my veins and makes my entire body hot. I kick my briefs off the rest of the way and pry his legs apart. His hole is glistening with slick, and when I push a calloused finger inside him slowly, his head falls back and his cock kicks, leaking precum onto his clenching abs.

“Look at you,” I mumble in awe, leaning down to kiss the sweat off his collarbones as I ease in another finger, opening him up for me. “So fucking wet for me.”

I curl my fingers and Aiden lets out a shuddering gasp as I find his sweet spot, his hips jerking into my touch. More slick covers my fingers, and my cock throbs, desperate to be buried inside that tight heat.

“You’d better fuck me right now,” he rasps, running his hands up and down my chest greedily, his eyes hazy.

I take my cock and rub the thick head through his slick, smirking. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll have to take it from you,” Aiden grins, his hands grasping my sides firmly and his thighs clamping around my hips. I’m about to respond with something snarky, but he whips the words right out of my mouth, using his incredible strength to flip me onto my back before I know what’s happening.

My head hits the mattress, but before Aiden can even think about pinning my arms, the reflexes trained into me from years in the ring kicks in. I twist my weight, rolling us right back over so he's flat on his back again with me planted firmly between his knees.

“Nice try,” I chuckle, my voice a low growl against his ear. “You're fast, Aid, but you're not beating an ex-pro in a scramble.”

Aiden lets out a breathy, frustrated laugh, his dark eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and heat. “Foul,” he pants, his chest heaving under mine, his hips bucking up just enough to rub his wet cock against my thigh. “That was a cheap move.”

“Ref didn't call it,” I grin, bending down to catch his lower lip between my teeth and biting gently until he lets out a low, needy moan.

My hands slide down and hook under his thighs. I lift his legs, resting his knees over my shoulders to open him up for me. My mouth goes dry, my cock throbbing so hard against my stomach it’s almost painful.

“Look at you,” I murmur, taking my shaft and rubbing the wet head against his entrance, gathering his slick until I’m coated in his sweet orange blossom scent. “You have any idea what you're doing to me?”

“Jed...” Aiden rasps, his fingers digging into the bedsheets, his knuckles white. “Stop teasing and just—”

I don't let him finish. I align myself and push forward, sinking the broad head of my cock past his tight rim.

Aiden’s head snaps back into the pillow. His whole body goes taut, his inner muscles clenching hard around me as I freeze, giving him a second to adjust to the stretch. I lean down, pressing soft kisses to his jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, breathing him in until my head spins.