by Eva Leon
City Baby
by
Eva Leon
Chapter One
Rory
When Mrs. Hadley calls me down to her office, my heart tries to jump out of my chest. For a brief moment, I think I could be in trouble for something, although I have no idea what I could have done wrong. I’ve never been in trouble in my life, but that’s the kind of Omega I am. I’m always concerned with making my parents happy and with doing my best. It’s funny because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t know how to get into trouble if I tripped over it.
Goody Two-shoes, teacher’s pet, and a prude all rolled into one. I play with the hem of my shirt nervously as I watch the comings and goings of the office. No one ever looks happy in this office. No one except Mrs. O’Neal, the school secretary. She always has a bright smile on her face.
“Why so glum, Rory?” Mrs. O’Neal asks me as she peers around her computer.
“Hi, Mrs. O’Neal. I’m okay. I’m just concerned because I don’t know what this meeting is about.”
“Haha. You’re too funny, Mr. March. You don’t need to worry about this meeting,” she says and motions for me to come closer. “You want me to let you in on the details?” she whispers.
“Yes, please,” I whisper back.
“You have to promise you won’t tell anyone I told you,” she says very gravely.
“Yes, of course. I won’t tell a soul.”
“You’re valedictorian,” she says very quietly but claps her hands with glee.
“Oh, wow. Thank you, Mrs. O’Neal. I guess I don’t need to worry.”
“You certainly don’t. Congratulations, sweetie,” she says and gets up to give me a big hug.
I’m being named class valedictorian, and I couldn’t be more stoked. I’d worked hard since elementary school for this honor, and my parents are going to be thrilled. I bounce out of the office after my meeting with the principle and go straight to my locker. I plan on sending my dad a text message telling him the good news, but then Jaxxon Avery walks by my locker. I can already tell by the cocky-ass smile on his face that my good mood is about to go down in flames.
Right as I’m going to hit send on the text to my dad, he walks up behind me and smacks my ass hard.
“What’s up, Peter Prude? You let anybody pop that cherry yet?” he taunts, and all his friends start laughing. “Maybe someone will give you a pity lay at Houser’s party. Probably not, though. Omegas like you want an engagement ring before they’ll let a guy have a piece.”
The whole group howls at his mocking, and then continues down the hall. I don’t bother hitting send. Telling my parents about my news will make them want to celebrate, and all of a sudden, I don’t feel like celebrating.
“I’ll tell them this tonight or maybe this weekend,” I whisper to myself and shut my locker.
My next class is AP chemistry, but there’s a substitute today. While everyone else is using the time to prepare for finals in two weeks, I’m sitting here thinking about Jaxxon.
I hate him so much, but he’s totally gorgeous. Every part of me wishes he would be nice to me, or at least ignore me so I can forget about him. He’s constantly teasing me and taunting me, and I have no idea what I did to draw so much of his attention. Ugh. I don’t know who I hate more: him for being such an insufferable prick or me for sitting here mooning over his intolerable ass.
I would never tell anyone, not even my best friend, that I’ve been crushing on him hard since the sixth grade. That’s about the time we stopped being friends too. All through elementary school, he and I were close friends, but in middle school he started playing football and left me behind. Late in our sixth-grade year was the first time he called me teacher’s pet, and it’s the first time I imagined kissing him.
No matter how mean he is to me, it only makes me want him more. It’s twisted, I know. Ever since that day in Mrs. Lott’s class, he’s made my blood pressure shoot through the roof in good ways and in bad.
I’ve never been with an Alpha, but I do wonder what it would be like with Jaxxon. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, or see his muscular chest without his football jersey. Heck, at this point, I’d probably die if I held his hand.
“Mr. March. Shouldn’t you be studying?” The substitute’s voice breaks my daydream.
“Yes, thank you. I was working on my graduation speech in my head.” It’s a risk to let everyone know I’m valedictorian, but Jaxxon isn’t in here, so I’m pretty confident I won’t get teased.
“You go, Rory.” Stacey, my best friend, turns around and high-fives me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Sorry, I just found out,” I answer her, but I see the substitute glaring at us, so we turn around and go back to our books.
It doesn’t take long for word of my being valedictorian to travel through the school. By the time I make it to last period, Jaxxon knows. He’s waiting for me outside my class, and my stomach does flip-flops when I see him standing there.
“Hey P.P. I hear we should be celebrating,” he says and reaches out to ruffle my blond hair with his fingers.
A shiver runs down my spine, but I keep my cool. “You heard correctly,” I say as calmly as I can.
“Well, should we do something special for the occasion?” he asks. “Maybe you should let me take you out.”
“Are you messing with me?” I ask, and I’m hoping he isn’t joking.
“That would be cruel, even for me,” he says and gives a strand of my hair a slight tug.
He isn’t messing with me. Jaxxon takes me out to dinner and a movie the next night. He picks me up in a gorgeous Mercedes and takes me to one of the nicest restaurants in the city. We talk and laugh like we’ve been friends for years, and at the end of the night, he kisses me after walking me to my door.
We go out a few times over the next couple of weeks, but Jaxxon doesn’t want to tell anyone we’re dating. Well, he says that it’s not that he doesn’t want people to know we’re dating; it’s that people can’t know he’s seeing anyone. Something bad is going on at his home, but he says once that’s cleared up, we’ll go public with our relationship. I want to believe him, but part of me is worried that he’s using me or that this is still some big joke.
Two Weeks Later
I can’t believe I told Stacey I would go to this party with her. Graduation is tomorrow, and I should be working on my speech. She reminded me that I didn’t have a party for my eighteenth birthday, and I feel guilty. I’ve spent so much time studying that I’ve neglected my best friend.
Stacey really wants to go, so I agree to drop in and make an appearance. I’ve spent the last hour trying on different outfits, and so far, nothing looks right. Jaxxon and I still haven’t gone public with our relationship yet, and I’m hoping this party is the turning point for us. There is no part of me that wants to be his secret boyfriend, but I understand him wanting to take things slowly.
“Rory, wear the black shirt and the dark jeans,” Stacey says without hiding her exasperation.
“I bought those jeans to use as a Halloween costume. They are way too tight around my ass.”
“And you never wore it. Besides, it’s not just your ass those jeans show off,” she says, and gives me a wink before thrusting her hips lecherously in my direction.
“I can’t wear that.”
“Yes, you can. Stop being a prude. You’ll look hot. You need to have fun tonight. It’s like, your last chance. At the end of the summer, you’re going off to college, and I know you. You’ll be buried in books until you graduate law school.”
“Fine, throw me the shirt.” I’m going to regret this.
“The jeans too,” Stacey says.
“Fine.”
I put them on, and I feel like a whore. It’s okay to dress s
mutty for Halloween, but wearing something so revealing to a regular party doesn’t feel right to me. Stacey, on the other hand, threatens to set my graduation speech on fire if I take it off.
“It’s on my computer, dummy,” I tease her.
“Then I’ll set your computer on fire. Are you ready to go?” She gets up and walks towards my bedroom door without waiting for me to answer.
When we get to the party, I immediately find a corner to hide in, and Stacey wanders off to find something for us to drink.
“You want a beer?” she asks over her shoulder as she’s walking away.
“No,” I answer firmly.
“Will you drink a beer if I bring you one?”
“No.” Then she disappears around the corner.
After a few minutes, I start to wonder if I need to go looking for her. When I’m about to emerge from my corner, an Alpha named Johnny from my AP Literature class walks up and starts chatting with me. He congratulates me on making valedictorian and slaps me on the back. I’m half looking around for Jaxxon, and half hoping that I can get out of here without having the are we or aren’t we moment. The worst thing would be if he completely ignores me.
Johnny was my competition earlier in the year for the honor, but a nasty round of flu that kept him out of school for three weeks knocked him out of the running. We’re talking about our plans for the summer and where we’ll be going to college in the fall when I hear a familiar voice behind me. Nope, him ignoring me isn’t the worst thing that can happen, and I’m about to learn that the hard way.
“Hey, Peter Prude. Looks like you’re trying to cash in that v-card pretty hard tonight.” Jaxxon teases me loudly enough for the entire room to hear.
I’m sure I turn every shade of red visible to the human eye, and even Johnny starts to laugh. I feel something rising inside my stomach, and my skin feels like it’s buzzing with electricity. Before I know what’s happening, I open my mouth and shriek at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Jaxxon? Why do you always have to be such an insufferable dick?” I regret yelling as soon as I’m done, and hot tears flood my eyes and run down my cheeks.
I run out of the room and down the hall. When I find an empty bedroom, I slip inside and shut the door behind me. After a couple of minutes, there is a soft knock on the door. I don’t respond at first because my face is in my hands and I’m sobbing. I’ve never been so angry, embarrassed, and love-sick at the same time.
Why do I let him get to me this way?
I should want to hit him, but more than anything, I want to rip his clothes off and show him I’m not a prude. The knock comes again, and this time it’s a little louder. When I don’t respond again, the knob turns and the door starts to open. I curse myself under my breath for not locking the door.
A soft gasp escapes my lips when I realize it’s Jaxxon.
“Can I come in?” he asks quietly as he shuts the door and locks it behind him.
“Looks like you already are anyway,” I say and shoot him my best death glare.
“Wow, you are sexy when you’re angry. Did you know that?” he asks, and a devilish smile crosses his perfect lips.
“Are you for real flirting with me right now? Or are your boys going to jump out of the closet so you can all laugh at me some more?” I do my best to maintain my death glare, but his smile is melting my anger away fast.
“Rory, I’m so sorry. I messed up. I was just teasing you like I used to, and I never even considered how it would make you feel. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you, I swear. I think, in a way, all that bantering was my pathetic way of flirting with you, and I actually expected you to come back with a smart-ass response. It was too soon for me to joke around with you that way, and I’m so sorry,” he says and sits down on the bed next to me. “You are so gorgeous,” Jaxxon whispers and brushes a piece of my hair off my forehead.
“You said you were sorry twice.”
“That’s because I’m really, really sorry, baby. I promise, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll let everyone know you’re mine later tonight, and I won’t tease you like that again.”
“I was hoping you would say that. I was starting to think you wanted to keep us a secret, or worse, that this was some sort of elaborate joke.”
“No, Rory, we’re for real. I’ve had some stuff going on at home, and I was afraid to get too involved with you before it was straightened out.”
“Is everything okay, now?” I ask quietly.
“I don’t know, baby. But I do know I want you by my side, no matter what happens. If you want to be, that is?” He looks so sincere, terrified, and heartbroken that I have to believe him.
“Yes, Jaxxon. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
Chapter Two
Jaxxon
Rory is truly gorgeous. Most of the guys at our school don’t realize it because he’s also practically a genius. He might be a genius. When I pushed his hair back from his face, it felt like lightning struck me. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so much in my life.
I have a secret. I’m a virgin too. If Rory knew that, I’d be humiliated. Maybe if I keep up the cocky, arrogant, alpha male persona he won’t be able to tell. I want to keep the rest of it secret too, but if I get any closer to Rory, I’m going to have to tell him the truth about my family. To keep him safe, I’m going to have to tell him what the Avery family is really like. We talk for a while, but I just want to be with him right now. There will be plenty of time later to tell Rory my sordid secrets.
I grab the back of his neck and claim his mouth. My tongue pushes against his lips, and while he resists at first, Rory eventually parts his lips and allows me to caress his tongue with mine. It doesn’t take long for him to come back to reality, though.
“What are you doing?” he asks when he tries to pull away from my embrace.
“Whatever I want. Now, hush. I can’t please you if you don’t let me,” I tell him and hope he doesn’t punch me for being so brash.
Rory moans and my mouth covers his again. I stand up and pull Rory to his feet so I can strip off his shirt and then yank those tight little jeans down. We definitely need to have a talk about him showing off what’s mine the way he did tonight. I shouldn’t be so jealous and overprotective, but I’m afraid of what would happen to any Alpha who looked at him the wrong way or, have mercy on him, touched Rory.
“I like this,” I say and throw the black shirt on the floor at our feet. “But if you ever dress this way for anyone other than me again, I’ll take you over my knee and spank that gorgeous ass.” Then, I yank his jeans all the way down to his ankles. Rory steps out of them obediently, and I toss them to the side.
He’s standing there in just a pair of black panties, and a deep blush colors his cheeks. It’s the kind of thing beta women wear. I had no idea that Rory liked to wear panties. It makes my cock throb.
I grab Rory and take him over my knee. His cock is hard, and the first slap that lands on his round ass echoes through the room. I slap his buttocks a few more times before I strip off his panties and pull his ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his tight little asshole.
Now that I’ve got him naked, I throw him down on the bed and stand up. While I’m taking off my clothes, Rory gets up on his elbows and watches me undress. He bites his bottom lip in a way that makes me feel like I’m losing control.
He scoots to the edge of the bed and surprises me by taking me into his mouth. His pouty lips wrap around my cock and it takes all my strength not to lose it right then. I can tell it’s hard for him to swallow my dick. The girth stretches the edges of his lips, and one thrust is all it takes for me to hit the back of his throat. He chokes a little but does not draw back. Rory struggles to suck me off, but he doesn’t give up.
Rory wraps his hand around the length of my shaft that he can’t reach with his mouth and strokes me as he pleasures me with his lips and tongue.
He looks up at me, and I’m undone. I cry out his name as I finish, and he su
rprises me by looking like he’s enjoying this more than I am. My cock spurts thick, hot cum into Rory’s mouth, and he swallows ever drop, despite the fact that there is so much.
“You’re quite a bit more wild than I expected,” I pant out as I try to catch my breath.
It was a mistake to say it, because he instantly looks humiliated and tries to cover his erection with his hands.
“Oh no, baby. Don’t do that. It’s good. It’s real good. Now let me see you again. Spread your legs wide,” I tell him and kneel down between his knees.
His cock is twitching and ready to blow. His asshole smells like honeysuckle and strawberries. It’s the most intoxicating Omega scent I’ve ever smelled. I just want to taste him. I lean in and run my tongue around his rim while fisting his rock-hard dick, and Rory cries out so loud I know somebody at the party can hear him.
“Lie back and try to stay quiet, or I’ll have to stop,” I tell him, and Rory reclines back on the bed in an effort to relax.
I run my tongue around his tight pucker again, and he shivers from the sensation. I run my hand up and down the length of his shaft over and over until his body is so tense that I know he’s about to explode. When I start to suck his cock head, Rory’s hand comes down and grabs my hair. He thrusts up so that I have to take his whole cock into my mouth. I wouldn’t normally let an Omega do that to me, but I want to please Rory. I run my tongue around his head, and slip my fingers into his tight asshole. While I strum his spot and work his cock with my mouth, Rory holds a pillow from the bed over his face as he moans and cries out my name.
Soon, Rory can’t take any more. I want to end his torment, so I suck him as hard as I can while sliding another finger into his ass. His hips buck off the bed, and I greedily swallow every drop of his sweet nectar.
When we’re done, I lie down on the bed and pull him into my arms. Feeling his warm breath against my neck makes me much happier than I thought possible. I’ve had a bit of a crush on Rory since the sixth grade, but I never thought for a second that he would go for an Alpha like me.