by W. Mae Smith
“Oh Damien! Fuck me!” I obeyed and pushed the whole 9 inches deep inside him. My cock was stiff from watching him squirm in pleasure. I began to undo my pants.
As I lowered my pants he pushed me away from him finding space for us on the floor. He lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. The energy between us was like fire. I almost couldn’t find my breath as I moved his knee to his chest and felt my hard cock against his. The dildo still deep inside him and my hard cock against his, he grabbed the back of my head pulling me in for another deep sensual kiss.
“Just like that.” He gasped between kisses. “Don’t stop.” The feeling of his wet cock against mine was getting me off. It had been so long since I had fucked like this. “Keep going!” He yelled again. I was trying desperately not to cum as I watched him move with bliss. I pushed his thigh higher and moved the dildo in and out faster. His hole was soaking wet, the rubber cock slid in and out of him perfectly as I watched him moan and clench in satisfaction. He started to come, at first a little and then a lot, squirting thick ropes of cum all over my chest. When he finished I stopped resisting, letting myself come all over him as well.
I collapsed onto my back beside him. Both of our stomachs drenched in each other’s liquids. I turned my head to the side and looked at him, smiling. I watched him for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he inhaled and exhaled, it was perfect. My body felt more content than ever watching him lay there in pure bliss.
13
Carlos
I couldn’t wipe this stupid smile off my face. I was in complete awe. I could not believe what had just happened. I turned my head to the side and looked at Damien who was looking at me and I simply smiled back at him. None of what had just happened seemed real.
I rolled over kissing him giddily and slapping a hand onto his wet stomach. I laughed evilly at my annoying mess making but I was too high to care about anything right now.
The way he had walked up to me with such initiative and certainty was not something I had seen in him before. In that moment he had made me feel so vulnerable, which was something I was so not used to! He didn’t even have to use his cock for me to know that he knew how to please me.
He looked down at my hand that lay on his washboard abs covered in cum and gave me a look of disgust, but then laughed along with me and pulled my hand off his body returning it to my own cum covered tummy.
“God, you’re sexy.” I told him.
He grinned at me and stood up offering me a hand. I reached out and he pulled me up.
“Shower?” He asked. I nodded, still giggling and then proceeded to lead the way to the bathroom. I turned on the warm water and stepped in. He followed and slapped me lightly on the bum. I gave him the stink eye and secretly filled my mouth with water. When he pulled me in for a kiss he got a squirt gun of water in the face instead.
I felt my soul connect with his as we let the warm water lap over our bodies. There is nothing better than goofy moments like this with your lover after sex like that, I thought to myself, as my smile grew even larger.
After we showered, dried off and clothed ourselves, we returned to my bed. My room was still disorganized from moving but Damien didn’t seem to care. He held me in his arms and the world seemed so slow down; just me and him.
Damien stayed at my house all night. We lay in silence enjoying each other for the most part, but later, after we dressed and made something to eat he began to talk more and asked me questions about my family and my past.
“I know you told me the other night at dinner that you’re from Colombia, here for school, right?” he asked. The question was thoughtfully asked like he was really trying to get to know me.
“Yes, I came for school. My first semester was good but with this cold and my busy work schedule over the holidays I’ve almost forgotten how long it’s been since I’ve been gone.”
He laughed. “It is amazing how time can slip away from you like that, isn’t it?”
I looked up at him and slipped my fingers through his inviting open palm. I nodded in response but didn’t say anything.
“Do you have plans for Christmas, then?” I was slightly taken aback. I had forgotten about Christmas. It seemed strange without my family and in a foreign country. Not only that, but if my calendar was correct I wouldn’t be able to do much celebrating due to the fact I would be mid heat.
“No. Maybe Patrick and I will make dinner. Christmas will not be the same without my family.” I sighed leaving out the extra ‘I’ll be in my heat’ information.
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” I was eager with what he had to say next. “I’ll make you feel like you never left your family. How about that?”
I gushed at his compassion. “Ok, sounds good. But you better start making tamales now! You’re about two months behind my grandma.”
He let out a big barreling laugh and pretended to get out of bed but I caught him before his foot hit the floor.
“On second thought, it can wait a little longer,” and I pulled him in for a deep kiss.
14
Damien
I left Carlos’s the next morning. The night before had gone by so fast. Between kissing, talking and laughing I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about my past. The night had been so spontaneous and amazing it seemed wrong to spoil. I was too scared to ruin our moment.
Luckily Patrick came home long after we were asleep and was still sleeping late in the morning when I left. I wasn’t embarrassed, I just wasn’t sure if I was quite ready for my entire work place to know I had just slept with my 26 year old neighbor. I guess it was going to come out soon enough though because I wasn’t going to let a little age difference stand in the way of this. There was already enough to be considered about entering into this relationship.
Ever since my heart had been broken and my PTSD had started to occur I hadn’t been feeling like a true alpha in the bedroom. Work was my only outlet where I could express my dominant alpha traits, but of course that was not the same as dominating an omega in the bedroom. There was something about Carlos and his confidence, though, that made it easier for me to let go and return to my old self.
I wanted more than anything to keep Carlos next to me. He made me happy and he made my traumatic memories seem like a thing from another life. I decided to do something special for him and proceeded to go home to start cooking tamales, after I Googled what they were of course.
As I began searching for recipes my phone started to ring. I looked down at the call display.
Dr. Riley calling…
I thought about answering for a moment but I felt too good to be reminded of therapy and past life issues. I ignored the call and carried on searching for tamale recipes.
I was excited to do this for Carlos. My parents had passed away a few years ago. I had a sister who lived on the east coast, she had a husband and kids but after our parents died we didn’t keep in contact much except for an annual Christmas or birthday card. No one in my family knew how to handle my condition, so I kept my distance. Maybe things could be different now.
I saved a few different recipes and headed out to the store for ingredients before I began trial and error. The YouTube videos made this Latin American dish seem like a breeze, but after several failed attempts it was proving to be much harder than Grandma Solis in ‘My First Tamale’ made it out to be.
I was about five failed tamales deep when my phone rang. It was Dr. Riley again. What could possibly be so urgent? I was doing just fine thanks to Carlos. I was too busy to talk about my feelings and too happy to be reminded of my tragic past so I ignored it once again.
15
Carlos
“What the—?” I heard Patrick mutter from the living room. I was awake but laying happily in bed, replaying every detail of the night before in my mind. I stretched, letting my attention come back to the present.
“What’s up?” I responded as I stepped out of bed and peaked my head out the door to regard what was happening with Patrick in the living r
oom. I burst out laughing when I realized he was talking about the baby blue dildo that remained on the floor along with the box of sex toys I had been meaning to clean the night before in preparation for my heat.
“Seriously Carlos!” He did not look impressed.
“Oh, lighten up, I was taking those out of storage and cleaning them, my heat’s coming soon. I must have fallen asleep.” My eyes shifted, giving away my obvious lie.
“Right, fallen asleep? Who was it? I heard someone leaving this morning so don’t even try lying again.”
My lips pursed for a moment before I burst into crazy schoolgirl mode, ready to dish all the goods. I hopped on the couch, one leg bent on the sofa cushion the other dangling to the floor. Patrick accepted this as an invitation of great dirt so he scurried over, joining me on the couch.
I gave him every little detail and he sat there absorbing and loving every moment of my sultry love connection.
“That’s all so crazy! I can’t believe this.” He gushed along with me balling his hands into fists together under his chin. “So, now what? Are you like, a thing?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m too excited to care right now though!”
“What about your heat? Are you going to ask him to join you?” That question was a tad preemptive, but obviously it had crossed my mind.
“I hope so! I mean, he’s next door, I’m sure he’ll smell me and come a running anyways!” I was so cocky sometimes. “Well, if I even have a heat, with these suppressants I don’t know if I’ll even feel it.”
“You know what would be fun?” Patrick said leaning into me with adventurous eyes.
“What?”
“If we went to Om-ega Super and bought some fun stuff for you two!” He grabbed my hands and started jumping up and down in excitement.
“Oh you’re so right!” I started jumping up and down in unison with him. “These toys I was cleaning are so last century.”
We completed our ridiculously exaggerated happy dance and broke off to our separate rooms to shower and change for our little shopping date.
When we arrived at Om-ega Super it looked like a grooms convention for omegas. Omegas everywhere with their excited best friends shopping for pre-mating gifts or their not so willing mates being dragged along behind them passively agreeing to this year’s new ‘hot item’ their omega must have.
I hadn’t ever been to Om-ega Super. They didn’t have super stores like this targeted towards omegas in Colombia. The idea of an entire store dedicated to us omegas was very exciting.
Patrick slipped his arm through mine. “I love this place! So happy I have an excuse to come here!” He grinned at me
“Yay! I’ve never been! What do I even need?” I screeched at him as we walked towards the over sized shopping center. The doors dinged and slid open automatically revealing the world of omega fun.
It was divided into sections, like any superstore; household items, leisure, entertainment, sanitary and miscellaneous.
“Well, where would you like to start?” Patrick asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and headed towards the miscellaneous end. “Guess we’re going to have to cover it all.”
Pat winked at me as he grabbed a basket and followed me through the aisles of this magnificent store.
As I walked around aimlessly in awe at the random assortment of items, nothing seemed to catch my eye. I picked up a calendar, flipping through the months with pictures of sexy half naked men.
“What do you think, Pat? This would look pretty spectacular in our apartment, no?”
He rolled his eyes but took it from my hands, observing the men himself. “Actually, I kind of like it.” He laughed, changing his mind at the sight of April, a naked man in a field of daisies surrounded by puppies. He added it to the empty basket.
A little further down the aisle I noticed a flashy display that stood on its own. The sign showcasing the glass cabinet display read Heat Detectors. Behind the locked glass doors was assorted jewelry. Each piece was lined with silver and contained an opaque center.
“Hey Patrick, what’s this?” I asked, waving him over.
He dropped the ‘make your own mate’ scented candle kit and skipped over to me. When he reached the display he bent his knees slightly so he was eye level to the jewelry and squinted his eyes to get a better look.
“Oh my gosh!” Standing back up again he grabbed my shoulders. “These are so cool!” He exclaimed.
“What exactly are they?” I asked curiously.
“Exactly what you need!”
I looked at him quizzically, “Okay, go on.”
“So it’s kind of like a mood ring, but it detects your heat inside of your mood.” He turned his head from side to side in search of an employee. When he spotted one, he pointed at him and started beckoning him to come over. “It’s perfect for you.”
“How so?” I was very much interested in one cute little ring to the left.
“Well,” He continued, “It’s your first time on suppressants, right?”
“Yes.” I answered skeptically.
“So, you’re worried maybe you wont feel the full affects of the heat? Well, this will detect when you’re getting close, when its ending and when you’re at your peak. So even if you’re not feeling the heat, the ring will tell you everything you need to know.”
The store employee arrived to come open the glass doors with a key. He was a stout little beta with glasses and hairy arms.
“These rings are great,” the beta clerk promoted.
I pointed at the one I had my eye on and he slipped it off the mannequin’s hand onto mine.
“So how they work is they start navy blue and slowly fade through the rainbow to change to red. Red is the color when you’re on your heat. The darkest red will be the peak of your heat, then it will fade back to blue and remain blue until your next heat.”
The ring began to turn a dark navy blue as it adjusted to my body. “That is so cool!” I gleamed with excitement.
The hobbit-like salesman beamed along with me. “I know! I wear mine all the time!” He exhibited his sad, still opaque but almost light blue ring that wrapped around his chubby little finger.
“Oh, wow, that’s great,” I said trying to mask my sneer at his sad attempt to wear this omega ring that clearly had very little effect for his beta blood. Patrick was snickering behind him giving sarcastic thumbs up.
The hobbit salesman seemed slightly shocked when he noticed mine turning a dark navy blue. He pulled his back in embarrassment. Silly beta, I snickered to myself, they just don’t have the heat like us omegas.
“I’ll take one!” I said as I flashed my new ring to Patrick.
“Amazing!” He said as he admired my new ring. “I think you’re going to have a great… ah…controlled heat.” He added a wink and we both laughed.
We finished our shopping trip buying mundane items, mostly sanitary items and a couple of new toys to refresh my toy box, then headed home. On the way home my ring started to turn from dark blue to a light green.
16
Damien
The tamales had been a success, barely. I had failed my first few attempts leaving me with enough ingredients for only five in total at the end of my trial and error process. The others I made did not hold the form or consistency as shown in pictures. I wanted to taste test one but I had no idea how they should taste so I decided to wait and let Carlos be my judge.
I was covered in flour and smelled like chicken, so I hopped in the shower to freshen up. As the hot, soapy water ran down my body, I thought about Carlos. He was so young and sexy. Taking a moment to reflect on myself I wondered what people would think of us as a couple. I was hot too, in a mature kind of way. My body was still fit from my days in the army but was beginning to take on that retired vet shape. Nonetheless my perfect dark chocolate skin covered any flaws that were starting to form.
Stepping out of the shower I dried off and tied the towel around my wai
st regarding myself in the mirror. I ran a hand over my cheek and the top of my head feeling stubble that had grown since yesterday. I smiled remembering yesterday.
When I was done shaving I dressed up in black slacks and white long sleeves. I looked good I thought. I could pull off dating a 26 year old. I placed the tamales in a container and walked next door.
The door was cracked open half way as per usual. I knocked twice and poked my head inside. Carlos was lying on the couch watching TV looking like a treat and Pat was behind him cooking up something in a pot. They both looked over at me and smirked in unison.
“Hi, how’s it going?” I wondered if they could tell how hard I was blushing. I took my gaze to Carlos who started biting his lip the moment we locked eyes.
“Good, really good,” He said. “What’s up?”
I revealed the bag of tamales from behind my back.
“And what’s this?” Carlos asked as he curiously tip toed over to the bag, peaking inside. “Oh my gosh! You didn’t!” He squealed once he discovered the contents of the bag. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside the apartment throwing his arms around me and planting a giant rewarding kiss on my lips.
“Now, I don’t know how they’ll taste so I’ll let you be the judge.” I said trying to protect my pride.
“I’m sure they’ll be great.” He looked up at me with his sexy brown eyes then handed the bag over to Patrick. “Would you do the honor and cook these up?”
Patrick snatched the bag out of Carlos’s hand. “Would I ever!” He peered inside eagerly. “I haven’t had one of these since the last time I was home, which was years ago! Thank you D!”
“My pleasure.” I smiled, I liked Patrick’s nickname for me. It made me feel macho.
Patrick started a new pot on the stove full of water and we waited patiently for it to boil. As we waited, Carlos lured me to sit on the couch with him. I sat willingly and relaxed into cushions resting one arm up onto the backing of the couch and the other spread out along the armrest. Carlos took his seat on the other cushion but directed his body toward me, leaning into my welcoming position.
“How was your day?” I asked, giving into his desired acknowledgement.