Page 108 of Glitterati Omega

“I’d like to be face to face,” Rupert blurted, then flushed when the alpha looked at him. “I mean … if you were to get around to putting your cock in me.”

“Oh,” Winston said. “I didn’t realize that was an option.”

Rupert took a shaky breath. “You might be exceptionally talented with your hands.”

“Or you might exceptionally randy.”

“Yes, well.” Rupert frowned. “I think that’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?”

“I did not sign up for twice the usual number of babies.”

Winston chuckled. “Then I think we can blame Morgan and their team. Although, I am not complaining.”

“You’re not the one who—oh, hello!” Winston had tugged him to the edge of the chair, lifted his legs, and flung his dress out of the way; the alpha now had his mouth pressed against Rupert, tracing out his cock with his tongue.

He grabbed at Winston’s ears. “I thought we were getting to dicking the omega, not sucking the omega’s dick.”

“Are you protesting?”

Rupert considered. “Yes, actually, because I …” He took another shuddering breath. “Really need to find an alpha who will fuck me.”

Winston laughed at him, then helped him up. “We can do this against the wall, or you can sit on the edge of the table. Your choice.”

“Sitting,” Rupert grumbled, then wriggled himself up onto the polished tabletop. “Like this?”

“Prop yourself up, love. You said being on your back is bad for you.”

“Yes.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “Like this then?”

“I think that’s good,” Winston said, stepping between Rupert’s parted legs. Rupert’s eyes widened as he turned his gaze back to the alpha; Winston had apparently taken the opportunity to divest himself of his slacks. His prick bobbed between his legs, head glistening, and Rupert ached at the thought of getting that inside him again.

Winston dragged him a little closer to the edge of the table, so his arse was just over the edge of it. “Can you move your hips?” the alpha asked him, repositioning Rupert’s legs on either side of his own hips.

“Mostly, yes.”

“Good. That will give you some more leverage to get what you need then.”

“What I need is your fat prick in—”

“Ah-ah-ah,” Winston said, putting a hand over Rupert’s mouth. “Patience, love, we’ll get there. There’s no need to be insulting.”

Rupert hummed with annoyance, then groaned with pleasure as Winston pushed deep into him, one long stroke that pressed against his inner walls, opening him up as the alpha started to thrust.

“Oh,” Rupert huffed breathily, “that’s—that’s a very good angle.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” Rupert hissed, squeezing his legs and drawing out the singe of pleasure in his belly. “Oh. Oh God.”

Winston slid a hand between them, rubbing at Rupert’s cock. Rupert moaned, loudly, rocking his hips into the motion. “Yes. Winston.”

Winston caught him up in a kiss, then nuzzled his neck. Rupert squirmed under him; the alpha was leaned too far forward, and there was friction against his belly—not enough to be pressure, but just enough to make him tingle. He gave up another easy moan, tossing his head back on it.

Winston pulled away, now focused on thrusting deep into Rupert. Rupert panted and gasped, unable to properly give voice to how good he felt.

“You,” Winston rasped, “are sohot.”