“Let’s go.”
I slid off the chair and ambled toward the bar, Terry by my side. The omega smirked when he noticed us, emanating easy confidence. I chose the direct approach.
“Hello, gorgeous. What’s your name?”
“You can call me Rico. And you are?”
“This is Terry, and I’m Larry.” I hadn’t thought that through. Next time, I’d need a better nickname.
The omega’s lips twitched as he looked from me to Terry and back. “Terry and Larry. I haven’t seen you here before.”
“It’s our first evening in here. Maybe you could give us some advice? Be our guide for the night?”
He slurped up the rest of his drink, leaving only ice cubes at the bottom. Then he handed the empty glass to Terry. “Maybe I could.”
My mate frowned at the glass but caught on quickly. “What are you drinking, Rico?”
“Tequila Sunrise, thank you.”
Terry placed the order while Rico—definitely not his real name either—blatantly inspected our bodies.
“What brings you here tonight, gentlemen? What kind of advice do you need?”
“We want to get laid.”
Rico laughed, his voice bright and merry. “Honesty is always appreciated.”
“We have a room upstairs and are looking for one ortwo omegas to join us for the rest of the night,” Terry elaborated. “How do you think we should go about it?”
“Buying a drink is an okay start, I guess. Do you have preferences?”
“Not really,” Terry replied, his eyes on Rico’s ample chest.
“He should be ready to accept…a large insertion,” I added.
Rico snorted out another laugh. “Most omegas in here are eager to receive what you call large insertions. It’s why we’re here.”
“Do you come here often?”
“More often than I should.”
Putting his elbows on the bar counter, Rico pushed his chest out and cocked his hip. He was flaunting his assets unapologetically, and I liked that.
“Have you had pleasant encounters with some of the patrons?”
Terry handed Rico a glass of a bright-orange cocktail. Rico took a deep gulp and pointed at an alpha close to us.
“Short with a permanently enlarged knot. It’s like getting fisted but with a dick.” I caught Terry’s bewildered expression and suppressed a chuckle. Rico was a riot. He tilted his chin toward another alpha who seemed to be chatting up the couple of friends I’d noticed earlier. “Natural nine inches with a Jacob’s ladder and a Prince Albert. But his technique sucks. When I got to ride him, it was better. The two he’s talking to are a lovely couple.” A couple? I must have missed that. “I had a foursome with them and a sweet European guy with a surgically enhanced, ridged cock. He couldn’t say a word in English but fucked like a god. He railed the three of us twice each.” Possibly a shifter, then. Rico pointed at a wiry man in ablack shirt. “He’s interesting. I think he’s friends with the owner. The amount of cum he can produce should be studied in a lab.”
Terry cleared his throat. “You seem to know the regulars.” He wasn’t going to get judgy, was he? But no. He still gazed at Rico with interest.
“What can I say? I love riding a big dong.” Rico looked from Terry to me and back and puckered his lips to drink more from the straw. Then he gave us a sultry smile. “I’m what you could call a low-hanging fruit. Ripe for picking.” And he winked.
This time, Terry laughed too, his earlier apprehension disappearing. An experienced and easy-going omega like Rico was exactly what we needed at the beginning of our new adventure.
“Will you show me what you got?” Rico asked. “I might be able to point you in the right direction.”
Terry raised his eyebrow. “It’s difficult to show you right here.”
