Page 3 of A Farmer’s Guide To Gamers

“Take my underwear off, alpha,” I ordered. He stumbled forward as I laid myself on the bed, leaning back and letting him have this moment. His fingers hooked in the hem before pulling them down.

He groaned, the sound a low rumble in his chest. This man was a walking contradiction but I was genuinely excited to let him fuck me. At least I knew he’d still be kind if it didn’t go well and I knew how to make myself come if all else failed.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I said, holding back a chuckle. Consent was important to him and I could respect that.

It mattered to me, too, and with hookups, it wasn’t always this openly talked about.

His fingers trailed lightly over my skin, starting at my shoulders then teasing over my breasts. He palmed them, as if testing their weight, a soft moan echoing out as he kneaded them, tweaking my nipples.

My head fell back at the pinch, turned on far more than I expected. His scent deepened, the saffron stronger, mixing with his natural alpha musk.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, his fingers trailing down my sides now, teasing over my soft stomach and giving my thick thighs a squeeze. “So soft.”

When I parted my legs in invitation, widening them so his focus dipped down to my glistening pussy, his breath caught. He was so genuine, nothing hidden on his face, expressive eyes saying what his words couldn’t.

He was as turned on as I was.

His fingertips teased through my slick, searching for something. I reached down, gently guiding his hand to my clit and let out a breathy moan when he found it. The way he studied me was a bit too intense, like he was focused on a math problem and trying to solve it. But the execution was everything.

And he took instructions like a damn champ.

A new turn on unlocked.

The touch was strong, doing all the right things to make my back arch off the bed the moment he pushed a finger inside of me, pumping it a few times before swirling around my clit again, starting a pattern that had my breath coming faster and my own orgasm starting to build.

His eyes flickered to mine, noting the loud moan and the way I bucked into his touch, then giving me more of what I needed. He may not have experience, but he could follow the wordless directions I gave him.

My own hands squeezed my breasts, teasing over my nipples, giving me just that extra edge I needed.

“Another finger,” I demanded, and he complied, pushing two into me and picking up his pace. My body clenched around him and my groan echoed in the cozy room.

As my body relaxed against the bed, he moved back, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. His eyes fell closed and his body tensed, wetness hitting my thigh.

Did he just come from tasting me?

Tillie

Idon’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.

From the look on his face he had never been more embarrassed as he looked down at his cock.

I sat up, reaching for his face and brushed my lips across his, loving the taste of my slick on his lips.

“Don’t worry, alpha, the night is young and I know exactly what you need.”

He looked at me sheepishly, but thankful as I directed him to lay down and then he seemed surprised when I told him to take off his glasses.

“I can’t really see without them,” he slightly protested.

“You won’t need them for this,” I told him mischievously. “Of course, I could always buy you a new pair if you really want to keep them on and they break.”

He cleared his throat and took them off with a shaky hand.

“Good boy,” I praised him, noting the way his lips parted.

An alpha letting an omega take charge… I just might have to keep this man in mind for another night out.