Page 21 of Flight of the Omega

JP looked back up at him, nodding minutely. “I want you,” he said.

“You got me, birdie,” Jack replied, pushing his fingers deeper, watching JP’s head tilt back again, a soft groan on his lips.

It took the omega a second or two to recover. He panted a little, then shook his head. “No, Jack—I … I wantyou.” He bit his lip; gosh, he was darn cute when he did that and Jack wanted to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. “Inside me.”

Jack nearly came on the spot, like he was some kind of horny teenager, totally unable to control himself. That would have been embarrassing, but he figured he’d forgive himself—he’d been waiting so long now for his omega bird to ask him.

His. That was a little strange. Since when was JP his?

Now, he supposed. He looked deep into JP’s eyes, cupped his cheek. “You sure, birdie?”

JP nodded. Slowly, Jack withdrew his fingers. He crawled up JP’s body, until he was nestled between his thighs. “You can say no,” he whispered. There was part of him that didn’t want to say it, part of him that didn’t want to let JP have the option of taking it back. But he needed to be better than JP’s last partner, whoever that was. He needed to prove he wouldn’t ever hurt his pretty birdie.

JP nodded. “I know.” His hands landed on Jack’s shoulders, tentative, shaking. He was still nervous, scared. Jack’s heart broke. Whoever had hurt his birdie had hurt him so bad.

“You can say no any time,” Jack continued. “If it gets to be too much, if … if …”

JP nodded again, drawing a shaking breath. “I know,” he repeated. Jack cupped his cheek again, stroked smooth skin as JP nuzzled against him.

“Good,” he said. “Just … just wanted to make sure we’re both on the same page about this.”

JP’sthank youwas almost inaudible. Jack drew a trembling breath. He pushed JP’s legs wider. Then he glanced up again. “This okay?”

JP blinked, brows tenting. “What okay?” he asked.

“Like this—this position. This okay for you?”

“Oh,” JP said, like he hadn’t even thought of it. Like he had no idea there were other ways folks could have sex. “Yeah. This is good.” He reached up and carded his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I like seeing your face.”

“Dunno why,” Jack murmured, looking down to avoid meeting JP’s gaze. He gave himself a couple of strokes, getting his half-hard cock to wake all the way up. Days of playing with JP had left him in a strange state—he was excited, horny, utterly ready to pop off, but his prick had also learned not to gettooexcited too fast.

Now was the real deal though. He jerked himself and looked at JP’s dripping hole, red from being stretched around his fingers, ready and waiting for him. He looked up, met JP’s gaze. He was surprised by the naked desire on the omega’s face, the hunger in his eyes.

It was comforting, in a way—JP wanted him as much as he wanted JP. He gripped his cock a little harder, gave it another couple of yanks, making it bob as he let go. JP’s gaze was locked on it, and Jack smirked.

He landed his hands on either side of JP’s torso, pressing their pelvises together. “I’m a little bigger than my fingers,” he said, letting pride inch into his voice.

“Uh-huh.” JP didn’t sound impressed; he sounded breathless, impatient.

Jack switched gears; his birdie wasn’t in the mood for teasing apparently. “Tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop.” Then he pressed the head of his cock to JP’s tight, wet hole.

JP winced almost instantly. Then he sucked in a sharp breath and nodded to Jack, even though he’d screwed his eyes shut.

“Birdie,” Jack chided.

“It’s okay,” JP said. “Just … stretching. Burns a bit. Doesn’t really hurt.”

Jack wasn’t sure he believed him. But JP said, “Keep going,” and Jack wasn’t sure he should ignore what sounded like a command.

JP’s breath caught as Jack pushed deeper in; he felt his own pulse rising as he watched the omega, anxiety twinning with excitement. Was he hurting JP? Was he in pain? Or did it feel good?

He didn’t have to wait long to find out. JP looked up at him, pupils wide, a wordless prayer upon his lips. He nodded; he didn’t seem to be able to manage sounds right then. Jack pushed deeper, felt the omega trembling around him, and it took everything he had to hold back instinct, telling him to thrust into JP as hard and fast as he could, to slam home. His self-control was unraveling; he could feel it coming undone, like a knot in clever fingers.

JP moaned, and Jack answered him in kind. He wanted so, so badly to break. JP felt better around him than he could have ever imagined, hot and wet, snug on his cock, like he’d been made to fit Jack.

Jack didn’t believe in any of that fairy tale “fated mates” bullcrap that was popular in the movies, but, in that moment, he could have been converted.

He tried to push deeper, only found a little give before he was flush against JP, who was breathing hard, chest heaving, looking up at him with some sort of … dark desire, heat and want and something more animal all over his face.