Page 23 of Glitterati Omega

Winston guided him to stand with his back against the island. Then the alpha sank to his knees in front of Rupert, nudging his legs apart. His dark gaze was steady, watching Rupert, evaluating his reaction, even as the alpha plucked up the hem of the gown, lifting saffron taffeta from the floor, and Rupert took the edges of it senselessly.

His throat worked; he could hardly breathe with the way the alpha was watching him. He felt like a bug in a jar, a science experiment being scrutinized. “I—um. No one’s ever ...”

Why the hell was that more embarrassing than the way the alpha was looking at him? Oh, he was aching, needing, wanting—fingertips, pressure, friction, something, anything—

“Pity,” the alpha said, and then his gaze tore away from Rupert’s, dropping to his thighs—or perhaps what was between them. Clever fingers hooked into his panties. “Omegas ought to be kissed all over.”

“Oh.” Rupert wasn’t sure if it was the idea of beingkissed all overor Winston’s fingers dipping between his thighs, finding him slick and sensitive, that caused him to jolt, but he was shocked either way. “Um.”

“You can tell me to stop, if you like. Any time.”

Rupert’s breath hitched. “I—I doubt I will.”

“Mm.” A kiss to the inside of his thigh. He could feel Winston’s breath on him, so close, making him cold and his body had no idea what to do with that sensation. “But you can.”

“Oh.” He jerked forward when Winston pressed a kiss between his legs.

Winston pulled back, his fingers sliding against Rupert’s folds, and Rupert was fairly certain his higher-order thinking had just disconnected. All he could think about was thosefingers.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?”

Rupert bit his lip again. “Not … not like you’re doing,” he managed finally. It was hard to be embarrassed, though, when he was rocking his hips.

Winston grabbed him by the hips, dragged him forward. He dipped between Rupert’s thighs, his nose pressed tight against Rupert, his breath hot and Rupert shuddered, let his head fall back, anticipation twisting around nervousness in his gut.

It evaporated, turned into a long blade of need slicing through him when Winston kissed him gently, then licked at him, slowly, curiously.

The moan that tore out of Rupert’s throat was sharp, like the ache that sawed through him, up his spine, and Winston’s grip on him tightened.

Winston’s tongue rolled from slit to the tip of Rupert’s cock, then back down, lapping lazily at the omega’s entrance, and Rupert trembled, silently urged the alpha on—he wanted—he needed—

The alpha licked his way up, then sucked Rupert’s cock into his mouth. Rupert exploded into sound, moaning then panting by turns, twisting because he was trapped and it was too goddamn much but alsonot enough.

He rocked himself frantically against Winston’s mouth, and there were teeth—Winston nipped him, not enough to hurt, but teeth against all his aching flesh made Rupert howl. He slammed his hands down and held Winston there as he writhed, groaning and gasping, dripping and getting wetter, aching and burning and desperate for—

Winston huffed, and Rupert squirmed against him at the sensation, shuddered. Then the alpha set about nibbling on sensitive flesh, until Rupert was writhing helplessly against him, panting half-words. He had no idea if they were meant to be encouragement or instruction. He just—needed—to vocalize ... this, whatever the hellthiswas.

Winston’s tongue dipped lower, rough at his entrance, and Rupert gasped and shuddered more, pleasure singing up and down his spine, a frenzy of feedback, and there was static between his ears, nothing but ache and need and need and ache—

Lips closed over his cock and he shouted, ripped at whatever he could get his hands on—mostly Winston’s hair, the poor man—frustrated and frenetic, because there was somethingmore, something better than all this friction. He could feel it, just out of reach, and if he could just—

Winston sucked long and hard on him and Rupert groaned raggedly, because he couldn’tstandit. He needed something, anything, just that extra nudge and he could get to whatever the hell was on the other side of this ache.

He pushed the alpha back with a trembling hand. Winston peered curiously at him. Rupert slid his own hand between his thighs. “I,” he panted, his eyes fluttering shut. “Um.”

He circled his hole a couple of times, unsure if he should, but as good as all this was, he felt like he needed more, somethinginsidetoo. Maybe that was the trick. Maybe that would relieve all this tension. He had no idea, but it might feel good, at least.

Winston nudged his hand out of the way, then parted his mouth around Rupert’s cock again. Rupert whined, but then there was a thick finger pressing into him, andoh yes—

He let his head tilt back. He couldn’t get his breath now; he’d lost his mind a while back, and he was fairly certain he couldn’t keep going like this. It had never taken him this long to finish.

It had never felt like this either, this frantic, thisgood. He wanted to stop. He wanted it to never end.

Winston nipped him again, eliciting another rough groan. Then the alpha added a second finger, opening him wider, slowly pushing in. Then, with his nose still pressed tight again Rupert, his mouth still warm and wonderful around Rupert’s cock, he starting humming.

Rupert jerked forward. He cried out, half-ecstasy, half-confusion. He jerked once, twice, then stilled as he forced Winston’s head down, held him there between his thighs.

Winston pushed his fingers in deeper, hummed louder, swishing his tongue against Rupert’s aching cock, and Rupert shuddered, shouted—what, he didn’t know—and burst everywhere, firecrackers through his nerve endings, popping off loud and insistent, unpredictable.