Page 24 of Flight of the Omega

“Can I get you ready?” Jack asked, breaking JP’s reverie. He blinked and glanced down at Jack underneath him, his thighs parted over Jack’s legs.

“Uh. I guess.”

Jack nodded, then slid a finger against JP’s raised rim. He was turned on, if nothing else, and Jack’s fingers rubbing at him didn’t hurt. His skin felt tighter. He ached, but in a good way.

“You like that?” Jack asked, glancing up, and JP nodded. He flattened his hands against Jack’s chest. Jack turned his attention back to JP’s most sensitive flesh, rubbing and pinching and rolling, and JP tried to rub his thighs together.

Jack pushed a finger into him, and JP mewled with pleasure. He was warm and wet and the stretch was nice. He wanted some friction.

“You think you’re good?”

“Y-yeah,” JP replied. He figured he might as well get this over with. He probably wasn’t going to get another chance.

Jack pulled his finger back out. “Shimmy down there.”

JP did as he was told. He paused, peering down at Jack. Like most Alerians, he was pretty well-endowed. JP himself wasn’t—because he was an omega. He still had a rudimentary cock protruding from his cloaca when he got turned on; Jack had eight thick, full, hard inches, and JP wanted that inside him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

JP licked his lips. “How good you’ll feel.”

“Naughty,” Jack said. “I like the way you think though—I was thinking the same thing. Why don’t you try it out?”

JP nodded, then reached down and wrapped a hand around Jack’s cock. He gave the alpha a couple of friendly strokes, listening to Jack’s choked groan of encouragement.

JP released him, then lined them up, pushing Jack’s head past his rim, into his hole. He stopped, wincing as he stretched wider around Jack’s girth.

Jack rubbed his flank. “You doing okay? We can stop if it hurts.”

JP nodded. “I think … I think I’ll be okay.”

“Take your time,” Jack said, although his voice hitched a little and his hips twitched, like he was eager to fuck JP.

That spurred JP on. He sank down on Jack’s cock, wincing a little as he went. He let his eyes flutter shut, moaning a touch. “Yes,” he said finally, then plied his fingers to his own cock, a trick Jack had showed him.

“Heavens,” Jack murmured. “You look good up there, birdie.”

JP crooned with the praise, then rocked himself a little. He pushed himself against his fingers. He held his hand away from himself just slightly, forcing himself to move up to get a brush of his fingers against his cock. Then he sank down on Jack. Then he pushed up again, getting more friction. He picked up the pace, until he was pumping himself up and down nearly frantically, moaning and groaning. He pushed his fingers against himself, rubbing furiously, no longer needing the incentive to keep moving. He looked down at Jack, who peered up at him with wide eyes, lips parted, reverence all over his face.

“Un … oh, fuck, birdie, that’s good.”

JP groaned in response, and Jack answered him back, hands tightening over his hips. The alpha tilted his head back. “JP!”

He came without any more warning, bursting inside JP and forcing JP down on his cock, holding them flush together. JP let his head fall back and frantically touched his own prick. He whimpered, first in pleasure, then in frustration when his own climax didn’t follow.

Jack lifted him off him, rolling them over, so that JP was on his back, legs wide. Jack shouldered his way between them, burying his face against JP’s wet hole, eagerly lapping up the mess he’d made. JP whimpered, then groaned and bucked his hips, his hands tangling in Jack’s dark curls. He let his head fall back, groaning with abandon as Jack plunged his fingers into him, and finally, came against Jack’s mouth, shaking and cursing.

He let his fingers slide out of Jack’s hair, smacking against the bed. He let his knees flop open and he laid there, panting. Jack pulled back and wiped his mouth.

“Good?” he asked as he settled down beside JP, who nodded.

“Good,” he replied, then pressed a hand to his throat.

Jack smiled. “Sounded pretty good.”

“Felt pretty good too,” JP said.

Devious fingers found their way between his legs, prodding at his still-shuddering hole. He rocked his hips. Jack watched him like a hawk. “Good to go again?”