Page 23 of Fat Omega


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I step closer. “Would it be ok if I touched you?”

“Haven, anything you want to do to me, just do it,” Arlo grinds out. “I want it, I want all of it. I want to fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me. I want to taste that fucking pussy on my tongue.”

Biting my lip, I feel my slick grow stronger as I unzip his jeans and slide my hand downward to touch his cock. He hisses as my hand closes around it. “Fuck, Haven. Yes. Tighter, girl.” His hips start to move against my hand.

Obeying his command, I tighten my grip, pumping him hard. We’re standing in the middle of the room, both of us leaning into each other as we move together. I watch his face as his jaw clenches, his eyes squeezed shut. “Just your touch,” he pants. “Just you fuckingnearme is so fucking good.”

I smile to myself as I run my thumb over the tip of his cock. He groans, moving more wildly against me as I spread the pre-cum around the head of his dick.

“I’m close, Haven,” he growls, his voice a rumble that practically vibrates through me. “So fucking close.”

Heart pounding, I drop to my knees in front of him, and pull his cock between my lips. He lets out a low groan as he grips the back of my head. His hips move rhythmically as I suck him deeper, letting his shaft slide along my tongue to the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Haven, holy fuck, that’s good.” He starts to pick up his pace, and I tighten my hold on him, fisting his shaft as I bob my head, flicking my tongue against the tip of his cock before pulling him in and out, in and out.

With a shudder, he cums into my mouth, his release spilling down my throat. I swallow as fast as I can, but some of the cum leaks out the sides of my mouth, dripping down my chin.

I stay on my knees, looking up at him as he puts his cock back in his jeans. He shakes his head as he looks down at me. “You look so incredible, Haven. You are… you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I blush, part of me wanting to tell him not to say things he doesn’t mean. But when his hand comes down and touches my cheek softly, I feel beautiful. I feel wanted.

He helps me to my feet and walks me to his bathroom, where he washes my face tenderly with a warm cloth. He adds some de-scenting soap and washes me again. “Can’t have Reese smelling me on you,” he says softly.

As he walks me to the door, he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it. “I’ll never forget this,” he says softly. “Not as long as I live.”

I smile and stand on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Neither will I.”

Chapter Ten

~Reese~

“Everything ok?” I ask as Haven steps out of Arlo’s room.

“Everything’s fine,” she calls, edging her way around the living room as if trying to keep as far away from me as possible. “Arlo’s resting. I’m gonna get a snack and then I’ll come back out to talk to you.”

My eyes narrow suspiciously. What is she hiding? But I decide that it’s not worth a confrontation, so I go back to my workout. I’ve been doing push-ups for a while, so I decide to switch to pull-ups. I go to my bedroom doorframe, where I’ve set up a bar, and get to work. Up and down, up and down. It’s like being back in prison… or it would be, if there weren’t two people here who I actively cannot stop thinking about.

When I was having sex in prison, it was all about them. Giving them what they wanted to keep myself out of trouble, or to get a favor. It was about pleasing them, never about pleasing myself. Now, though… now, I’m starting to imagine how it could be if the pleasure went both ways.

My reverie is interrupted by a quiet rapping at the back door, followed by a frantic, whispered conversation. I prowl closer and listen, careful not to make myself visible in the doorway.

“Just take this and go, ok?”

“Well hold on now, sweet thing. Arlo has a discount for this stuff. If you’re the customer, I might need to charge you more. Unless you think there’s something else you can do for me.”

Haven lets out a small squeak, and I rush forward, pushing through the swinging kitchen door with a growl. My vision goes red as I see a tall, unkempt man grabbing Haven. One hand is around her waist while the other palms her breast. She’s struggling against him.

The man curses as he sees me, and drops his hold on Haven. “Nothing going on here,” he says, holding up his hands. One of them clutches a roll of money. He turns and runs for it, already halfway across the property by the time I reach the back door.

I curse and slam it shut before turning to face Haven. “Who the fuck was that?”

Haven bites that fat bottom lip—the one I was sucking on earlier tonight—and my cock goes hard instantly. She taps her foot, as if trying to think of a lie. That won’t work for me.

“Haven!” I bark, putting the full weight of my alpha behind it.

She jumps, her eyes going wide and doe-like. “Um, he’s a… a friend of mine?”

“A friend who gropes you against your will?”

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