by D J Heart
“Are we going to eat lunch now?” Sam asked.
“You hungry?” Aiden was starving.
“Very.”
“Great. I’ll meet you outside the library in two minutes.”
Aiden hung up the phone and started jogging. The library was a ten-minute walk away, but if he ran Aiden should be able to make it much quicker.
Three minutes later, breaths coming a little fast and a light sheen of sweat gathering on his chest and under his arms, Aiden met Sam outside the library.
“You’re here,” he said, walking right up to the omega and picking him up. Sam looked delectable in a fluffy blue sweater, and Aiden’s cock hardened in his sweats. He knew the bulge it was making must be obscene, but he didn’t care.
He couldn’t wait to get Sam’s mouth on his shaft.
“Yes,” Sam said, his voice muffled by being pressed up against Aiden’s chest. Not wanting to waste any time, Aiden put him down and grabbed his hand. If they got their sandwiches and ate them quickly on the way back to the dorm, they should have a full thirty to forty minutes to have sex and shower.
“Aren’t you cold?” Sam asked. His shorter legs had to work overtime to keep up with Aiden’s impatient stride.
“What?” Aiden asked, looking down at the omega. He pulled him closer, throwing an arm over his shoulder and rubbing his knuckles over his hair. He loved having him under his arm like this, rubbing against him and getting his scent all over him.
“You’re just wearing a tank top. Did you forget your jacket?”
Aiden shook his head. “Yeah, but it’s fine. The classrooms and lecture halls are all heated. I think it was worse for the people sitting next to me, honestly. I reek.”
Sam blushed, and Aiden grinned. He hadn’t failed to notice the way Sam kept scenting him. He might smell like alpha, sweat and sex—but Sam liked it.
“Anyway, I can grab my jacket when we get back to the dorm. No harm no foul.”
Aiden let Sam go and grabbed his hand again, walking a little faster. His cock was bounding up and down inside his sweats, and he was getting more than a few judgy looks.
It didn’t bother him at all.
“What kind of sandwich do you want?” he asked, pulling Sam into the little sandwich shop down the path from the library. “They do a really good BLT here, but their turkey avocado is good, too.”
“Turkey avocado sounds good,” Sam said. His stomach grumbled as they got in line, and Aiden laughed.
They placed their orders, Aiden opting for the same thing as Sam, and a minute later they were walking out.
“Eat up,” Aiden said, unwrapping his sandwich and taking a bite. Sam looked a little confused.
“We’re not sitting down?”
Aiden shook his head. “No. We don’t have that much time. We’ll slow down, though. I know you can’t walk as fast as me and eat at the same time.”
Sam got a narrow-eyed look at being told he couldn’t do something. Aiden filed the information away for later. If Sam was susceptible to reverse psychology, then that was something he’d have to keep in mind.
“Why don’t we have much time?” Sam asked. He took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly as he waited for an answer.
“Shower blowjob,” Aiden replied.
“What?” Sam asked, swallowing.
“Shower blowjob. You’re going to give me one. I’m also thinking about spanking you for not texting me where you were like you were supposed to.”
Sam stumbled, but Aiden caught him. He looked down at the omega with a wolfish grin and Sam swallowed.
Aiden could smell the slick wetting his hole.
“Don’t worry. I’m not Max,” he said. “Nothing too hard or serious. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Sam shuddered, the vibrations traveling up Aiden’s hands and straight down to his cock. He let go of Sam’s shoulder, nudging him forward with his whole body while taking another bite of his sandwich.
He wanted to get home as soon as possible.
***
Sam wasn’t finished eating when they made it back to the room, but Aiden wasn’t going to wait. He grabbed the sandwich right out of Sam’s hand and put it on his desk, dropping his bag and grabbing a towel before dragging Sam right back into the hall.
Aiden was thankful that his dorm had individual shower stalls with locking doors. The older building to the south didn’t even have partitions, and Aiden couldn’t imagine that getting Sam to his knees in a place like that would have been easy.
“Get naked,” he ordered, pulling his tank top over his head and kicking off his sneakers. When he saw that Sam was just staring at him he reached out and grabbed him.
“What did I just tell you?” he growled, grinning to show Sam that he wasn’t actually angry. He pulled Sam flush to his naked chest, capturing both his wrists at the small of his back, and reached down and smacked his ass.
The dull thump of his hand landing on Sam’s jean-clad ass filled the small space, and Sam’s eyes widened comically.
“Ow!” Sam hissed, more indignant than pained. “That hurt!”
Aiden did it again, harder this time.
“Aiden!” Sam yelped, trying to wriggle away. He didn’t get anywhere, and his squirming felt amazing against Aiden’s cock. Aiden had his bulge pressed right into Sam’s stomach, and as Sam struggled he started thrusting his hips a little to add to the friction.
Sam froze.
“Are you humping me?” he asked. He sounded scandalized.
“And spanking you,” Aiden said, grinning. He pushed Sam’s pants down around his hips and smacked his ass again, the sharp sound of his hand on flesh so much more satisfying than the previous spanks. He looked down into Sam’s eyes. “Do you like it?”
Sam licked his lips and swallowed, his nod so small that it might as well have been a trick of the light.
“Use your words, Sam.” Aiden squeezed Sam’s cheek with his hand, groping the fleshy mound with relish.
“I like it,” Sam said, his voice hoarse.
Aiden took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He was so horny and hard it was impossible to think. His knot throbbed, but he was having too much fun with the foreplay to skip ahead to the main event.
“Lick my pit,” he demanded, grabbing Sam by the hair and pulling his head forward. He lifted his arm and shoved Sam’s face into his sweaty pit. Clamping his bicep down over Sam’s head, bending his neck back and holding him trapped, he reached down and delivered a series of smacks to his ass that echoed around the small room like thunder.
Sam, rather than fight him, stuck out his tongue and started licking. It was almost more than Aiden could handle. His cock throbbed, his knot aching, and his balls pulled up tight in their sac like they were about to unload.
“Holy fuck, Sam,” he said, releasing the omega and taking his face between his hands. He looked into Sam’s eyes, the glazed expression he found there turning him on. “That was fucking hot.”
He pulled away, releasing Sam and letting him stumble for a second before he found his balance.
“Now get naked.”
This time Sam complied, blinking and looking a little shell-shocked as he stepped out of his pants and stripped off his shirt. Once Aiden saw that Sam was obeying orders, he stripped off his own pants and boxers and took a hold of his cock.
“You really love cock, don’t you,” Aiden said. Sam blushed, looking up from Aiden’s cock with a guilty expression. Aiden grinned. “Hey, that’s a good thing. I love what a little slut you are. It’s majorly hot.”
Aiden licked his lips, spreading his legs and widening his stance. His cock was standing straight up, red and hard and angry, and he felt enormously powerful and strong.
“On your knees.”
The command was delivered with the full force of Aiden’s alpha authority behind it, and Sam dropped to his knees like his strings had been cut. Aiden winced. That couldn’t have been good for his knees.
His concern lasted all o
f two seconds, the sight of his omega on his knees in front of him—eager for his knot—was just too arousing.
“Is this what you want?” Aiden asked, holding his cock by the base and slapping it down on Sam’s face.
Sam shuddered, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue like the omega slut he was. Aiden slapped the head of his cock down on Sam’s tongue, bouncing it up and down and pulling it away when Sam tried to take it in his mouth.
“Do you deserve my cock?” Aiden growled, holding his shaft just out of reach. Sam smelled and looked amazing, but nothing was as hot as how into it he was.
Taking a deep breath, Sam looked at him.
“Yes?”
He sounded hopeful. Aiden grinned, shaking his head and slapping his cock down on either side of Sam’s face.
“I don’t think you do. I think you need to lick my balls and ass a little before you get to taste my cock.”
Sam licked his lips, not at all disappointed by this proposition. He leaned in, lowering himself down and pushing his face into Aiden’s balls.
The feel of his tongue on Aiden’s plum size testicles was amazing. Sam licked and sucked on Aiden’s low hangers, acting like he couldn’t get enough. Aiden started jerking himself off, listening to Sam grunt and slurp and trying not to shoot his load right there.
“Come on, Sammy. Eat my ass,” Aiden said. He stepped forward and dragged his balls over Sam’s face, the display one of pure dominance. He pushed the omega between his legs, jerking himself even faster as Sam’s mouth moved from his taint to his hole.
The omega licked into his ass, eating him out as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Aiden loved it. The feeling of being worshiped—of towering over the omega between his legs like a conquering hero or a God—was intoxicating.
Squeezing his thighs together, Aiden leaned against the shower wall as Sam was held captive in the space between his tree-trunk thighs.
A stray glance at his watch reminded him that he needed to get things moving.
Keeping Sam between his legs, grabbing him by the hair and using the grip to push him up and into his taint, he turned on the water and waited for it to run warm. When it did, he released Sam from between his legs.
“Work on my cock while I clean up,” he ordered, stepping under the water. Sam sat there on his knees, staring at him, his face a mess of sweat and pre-cum. Aiden grabbed his shower gel and started cleaning off, giving his rock hard cock a pointed look before he started cleaning off under his arms.
Sam jumped into action. He scrambled forward the few inches separating them and launched himself on Aiden’s cock like he was starving for it.
Closing his eyes, Aiden continued cleaning himself off as Sam serviced him.
That was the word for it. Serviced.
Just thinking it made Aiden’s balls twitch.
“Good boy,” he rumbled, reaching down to clean between his cheeks as Sam did his best to choke on his cock. “Take it down your throat. Just like that.”
Sam reached around Aiden’s thighs and grabbed a hold of his legs, using the grip to pull himself down on Aiden’s cock.
“Holy fuck!” Aiden growled as Sam took him down to his knot, choking and gurgling on his cock like something out of a porno. “Fuck yeah. Take my cock!”
It felt so good. Aiden couldn’t help but reach down and grab Sam’s head, holding him in place in case he tried to pull off his cock, and fuck into his throat.
He was going to come like this. Rocking his hips back and forth, fucking into Sam’s throat with harsh little jabs, Aiden was so close to coming he could almost taste it.
“You want my load?” he said, pushing Sam down on his rod so that his nose was pressed into his pubic hair. “You want me to pump it down into your gut?”
Sam couldn’t answer, but he moved his tongue so that it pressed against the underside of Aiden’s shaft, right over his knot, and it was enough to send him over the edge.
Abs contracting, his whole body feeling like it was being electrified, Aiden shot his load down Sam’s throat in a series of spurts that had him feeling weak in the knees.
“Shit,” he whispered, pulling out before his knot started inflating inside Sam’s mouth, leaning against the wall while Sam sat down on his ass and looked up at him with a dreamy expression on his face.
Stepping back under the spray, Aiden hastily cleaned himself off before turning off the shower. He dried himself off first, leaving Sam sitting on the floor by his feet, before bending down and wrapping the towel around Sam’s arms and torso.
“You doing okay?” he asked, feeling tender now that his balls had been drained. He rubbed the towel up and down Sam’s arms, back and chest, pushing it under his arms before bending down and patting his legs dry. Sam stood still and let him work, nodding slowly to Aiden’s question.
“That was fun,” he said, grinning down at Aiden. His cock was softening, and Aiden wondered if he’d come as well. He reached out and squeezed the head of Sam’s cock experimentally, making Sam hiss and jerk away.
Sensitive.
Aiden grinned. It turned him on that Sam liked deep throating him enough to shoot his load while doing it.
“It was fun, but now we need to get dressed.”
Or Sam did. Aiden needed a clean shirt and some real pants before heading to his lecture. Checking his watch, he saw that he only had ten minutes before he had to be in class. Since jogging over there would take at least five minutes, he needed to hurry.
“Get dressed, Sam,” Aiden said, his voice gentle. He wrapped the towel around his waist and handed Sam his underwear.
Best lunch break ever.
***
Sam
Sam watched Aiden get dressed, admiring the way his muscular thighs filled out his jeans and the way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. He tilted his head and stared at the bulge in the alpha’s jeans, remembering how the thick shaft had felt as it filled his throat.
He could still taste it.
“Are you heading out again?” Aiden asked, putting on his jacket and throwing his bag over his shoulder. He walked to the desk and picked up Sam’s half eaten sandwich, handing it to him.
Sam took the sandwich. “I want to go back to the library.”
Aiden licked his lips and grinned, looking happy.
“You liked it there, huh? That’s good. My lecture is done at four. I’ll meet you at the library then.”
“Okay,” Sam said.
“Great. See you!” Aiden was running the minute he was out the door, and Sam wondered if he was always this rushed.
Sam hoped not. It was exhausting.
By himself again, Sam headed for the library. Walking past a coffee shop, however, he decided to make a small stop first.
Getting in line to order his drink, Sam felt nervous. What if the credit card David had made for him didn’t work? What would he do? Clutching the card in his hand, he felt almost like he was doing something wrong as he stepped up to order his drink.
“What can I get you?” the cashier asked.
“A mocha?” Sam said, licking his lips. He’d never had anything but regular coffee before, and he wanted to try something new.
“Sure. What size?” The cashier reached for the cups, hand hovering over the three stacks as he waited for Sam’s answer.
“Medium,” Sam said. Decisive.
“Name?”
Sam gave his name, and the cashier scribbled it on the cup.
“That will be four dollars,” he said, sliding the cup over to the guy making the drinks. Sam held out his credit card.
“Sorry, we only take cash,” the cashier said, leaving Sam feeling like an idiot with his outstretched hand.
“Oh,” he said, his face heating up. “I don’t…”
“I’ve got it,” a voice said from behind him. A deep voice. Turning around, Sam came face to face with a set of muscular pecs belonging to an alpha.
He knew better than to take gif
ts from strange alphas.
“Thank you, but—"
“And I’ll just have a black, large,” the alpha interrupted him, ignoring his attempt to protest, and passed a ten dollar bill to the cashier. He looked down at Sam with a grin. “Don’t worry about it.”