Omega Wanted: Bad Boy Mpreg Romance

by Stephan James

  Clearly, Richard thought, I’m still a little drunk.

  With his arms half-raised at his sides, to help him balance, he tried not to stumble as he went through to the kitchen. He drank two more glassfuls at the sink and filled up a third before returning back to the couch. The man woke when Richard put his glass down on the coffee table. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “You didn’t drool,” Richard said, smiling. “Don’t worry.”

  The man nodded. “How are you feeling?”

  “I was thirsty,” Richard said. “Not so bad now.”

  “Have you sobered up?”

  Richard laughed. “No, I’ll probably still be drunk tomorrow morning, and that’s a good thing, too. I’ll need the courage.”

  The man leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and frowned. Richard watched as a strand of his hair fell down his forehead, resting just in front of his eyes. Suddenly, the man’s name came back to him. Richard tried not to let the realization change his expression and sat against the couch cushions, his neck propped up by the hard back of the couch.

  “Why did you get so drunk?” Gareth asked. “It doesn’t seem like something you would do.”

  Richard stared at him, a crease forming between his eyebrows with each passing second. “How would you know? We’ve only known each other for a few hours.”

  “You don’t remember me, do you?”

  Richard shook his head.

  Gareth continued, “Doesn’t matter. My point is that you’re obviously doing well for yourself. Your apartment is amazing, your book collection is incredible, and it seems to me that someone as successful as you wouldn’t want to go out and get so drunk you can’t remember your own name.”

  “I…” Richard struggled to find the words. “I could’ve remembered my own name if I wanted to, I reckon.”

  Gareth smiled. “Why did you do it? Do you realize how dangerous it could have been, bringing a stranger into your home?”

  Richard reached forward and grabbed hold of his glass. “I did it because I’m the CEO of a property group. Boring stuff most of the time, but yesterday I had to iron out the details of this deal we were making. Huge, huge money involved. I screwed it up.” He took a sip from his glass. “I didn’t know what else to do. The guy now refuses to work with me or my company. It’s just… Going to make my life so much harder. If I try and buy another company out in the future, all they’re going to remember is that. So I drank. It could be the end of my career, why not go out and mourn my loss?”

  “I’m sorry,” Gareth said. After a moment, he moved to the couch to sit beside Richard. “I had no idea.”

  Richard frowned. “It’s okay. I’ll figure something out.”

  Richard put his glass back on the coffee table and let himself fall back into the couch cushions. His eyes never left the glass, staring at the marks his lips had left on the rim and the fingerprints on the outside. How could he get himself out of this mess? He could lie at the meeting tomorrow with the board of directors, tell them everything is fine? No. They’d know. His only choice was to resign if the directors took the news badly. Without a severance package or another job lined up, he’d have to sell his apartment.

  Suddenly, a sob burst out of his mouth. He drew his hands up to cover his eyes that were stinging with fresh tears.

  “I’m so screwed,” Richard said, his voice croaking. “So fucking screwed.”

  Gareth put his arm around Richard’s shoulders, trying to comfort him. After a few patronizing pats, Richard shrugged away from Gareth’s touch.

  “Do you want me to leave?” Gareth asked, scooting away from him.

  “No,” Richard said, “I want to be comforted.”

  “I…” Gareth began, “I… I don’t know what you mean.”

  Richard sighed, exasperated, and removed his hands from his face. He could feel the wetness of his cheeks, the sudden rush of air chilling the tears, and he knew the skin around his eyes would be red and blotchy. It didn’t matter. He leaned forwards, reaching out to touch Gareth’s cheeks, and planted a kiss on his lips.

  When Richard moved away, leaving a string of saliva hanging between their mouths, Gareth’s wide, blue eyes were staring at him. Richard leaned farther away, suddenly frightened that he was the only gay man in the room.

  “I’m sorry, I misread the signs,” Richard shook his head as he spoke quickly, his tongue almost tripping over the words. “I’m sorry. I should have known you’re not gay. You’re too cute to be gay, they always are, I shou—”

  Richard was cut off by Gareth’s hands snaking around his neck, pulling him closer, and then their lips were touching again. Now it was Richard’s turn to be in shock. He allowed himself to be kissed by this beautiful man, before remembering that he should probably kiss back. Richard’s fingers found their way to Gareth’s skin, hair, cheeks, all the while caressing and touching and exploring with his fingertips.

  Gareth’s lips were soft and warm, mimicking Richard’s movements until their tongues were dancing together in a watery embrace.

  Gareth pushed his hands against Richard’s chest, prying their lips apart. Panting heavily, he placed his hands on his own chest as he tried to steady his breathing. With his head down, he stole a glance at Richard through his lashes: his cheeks were red, he was breathing just as hard as Gareth, and his eyes were glimmering and wild. Once Gareth had caught his breath, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

  When he looked at his wrist, he noticed that his shirt sleeve was missing. He looked down to his chest, where his hands still rested, and realized that his bare skin was showing. His shirt had been thrown across the room, resting on the floor behind the coffee table. How could he have missed that? Gareth looked away from his shirt, back to Richard, and saw hungry eyes staring back. Richard was also topless, something else Gareth hadn’t noticed, with his hands reaching for Gareth’s shoulders.

  “Wait,” Gareth said, holding his hands up as if Richard were holding him at gunpoint.

  Richard stopped advancing and tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”

  “I, uh,” Gareth said, trying to hold the truth inside. “I need a minute.”

  Rising from the couch, with Richard’s eyes following his every move, he pretended to search for their shirts. He wanted to admit everything, spill all his secrets. If he did, Gareth knew he’d never get this chance again. He would never be able to sleep with Richard, not if he knew Gareth was his employee. Admitting his virginity was likely to turn him off even more. Who wanted to sleep with someone so obviously inexperienced?

  Gareth turned his back on Richard and closed his eyes, concentrating on every breath he took. His heart was hammering in his chest, he could hear it in his ears, and his blood was singing in every vein. Gareth had waited for his whole life for this moment and, now that he was here, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to happen this way.

  Sleeping with someone you barely knew was one thing, but lying to them about who you are to get them into bed is another. He yearned to know the closeness of another man, his bones ached for it, and he’d longed for this chance with Richard since he’d gotten the job.

  “Are you okay?”

  Gareth spun on his heels and faced Richard. Now his eyes were less wild and more concerned, his cheeks no longer looked flushed and he seemed to have calmed down considerably. Dread crept up Gareth’s throat as he realized he’d ruined the moment, ruined the mood, ruined everything.

  “I’m fine,” he said as he sat back on the couch. “I just… We were moving so fast and I needed a minute.”

  Gareth averted his eyes. Richard put two fingers under Gareth’s chin and forced him to look up.

  “You have done this before, haven’t you?” Richard asked.

  “I…” Gareth finally looked at Richard, trying to ignore the sight of his sweaty chest, and concentrate on his brown eyes. “No.”

  Richard opened his mouth, taking in a sharp breath, and nodded as if he finally understood.
“I see.”

  Gareth grimaced before burying his face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid, I’ve ruined everything.”

  Richard laughed and gently tugged at Gareth’s hands, revealing a beetroot-red face underneath.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” Richard said. “You’re young, it’s not so strange to be a virgin.”

  Gareth grimaced again.

  “Sorry,” Richard said. “Don’t you like that word?”

  Gareth shook his head and bit his bottom lip.

  “It’s okay,” Richard whispered.

  Then the man’s hands were in Gareth’s hair, running through it like a brush, before sliding down to his neck. Fingertips grazed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine and stomach. Richard leaned in to softly kiss the tender skin, sending rolling waves of excitement down to Gareth’s groin.

  His pulse quickened as his erection grew and moans left his mouth with his breath. Richard pushed him down on the couch, his back against the cold leather, and straddled him. With closed eyes, Gareth could have sworn it felt as though every inch of his skin was being kissed all at once. When he looked down, he could only see Richard’s mouth, slowly moving down to the waistband of his trousers.

  Richard slithered down Gareth’s legs to reach his belt and his deft hands unbuckled it, sliding it out of the belt loops until it got stuck. Gareth felt him tug once, twice, then his hot breath was on his ear, whispering, “Lift your hips.”

  Gareth did as he was told, lifting his hips into the air as Richard’s arms wound around his waist to remove the belt. Within seconds it had clattered to the floor. Richard wasted no time in yanking Gareth’s trousers off, leaving them bundled up around his ankles. Cold fingertips peeled back the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down. Without the material keeping his penis in place, it sprang up into the air.

  There was no time for Gareth to feel embarrassment—Richard immediately leaned forward, holding the base of Gareth’s cock between his fingers, and took it into his mouth. Slowly, Richard moved his head down until all of Gareth was inside. Gasps and moans erupted out of Gareth as he struggled for breath, his body shuddering. Richard lifted his head, all the while brushing his tongue against the delicate skin and sucking gently.

  Once Richard’s lips were around the tip, Gareth felt them lift away as his tongue circled it once, twice, three times. His skin erupted into gooseflesh and he let out a short, shuddering laugh.

  Gareth could think of nothing else that felt better. He tried not to concentrate on the sensation of Richard’s tongue sliding up his shaft, trying to make himself last longer, but it was impossible. He wanted to scream, but instead dug his teeth into the side of his tongue.

  Richard’s lips were back around the tip, sucking and licking, as his head moved farther down. Gareth stole a glance down and saw his cock vanishing between Richard’s soft lips. He watched until his cock was completely enveloped and felt the tightness of Richard’s throat.

  Gareth’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his legs tensed and his whole body trembled as he came, shooting his load deep down Richard’s throat.

  Unable to slow his thumping heart, Gareth stayed on his back and watched as Richard stood from the couch. He undressed himself quickly, removing his jacket first, then his shirt, his trousers, and finally his underwear. Gareth gazed at the naked man in front of him, fully erect, and realized it was his turn to please. He sat up, digging his elbows into the leather underneath him, and grinned.

  “Your turn?” Gareth asked his voice hoarse and quiet.

  Richard shook his head, smiling. “Nope. Your turn again.”

  “I can’t have another turn,” Gareth said. “I won’t be able to get it up.”

  “I know,” Richard smiled. “Turn over.”

  Gareth’s heart skipped as he stared up at Richard, realizing what he wanted. Obediently, Gareth rolled onto his stomach and peered over his shoulder. Richard, standing behind him, grabbed Gareth’s hips and lifted them into the air. Now Gareth was on his knees with his head leaning on the arm of the couch.

  Still looking over his shoulder, he watched Richard cover his hand in saliva and coat his cock in it. After covering his hand again, he parted Gareth’s cheeks. He could feel Richard’s fingers probing, spreading the wetness all around, before he heard a whisper.

  “Are you ready?” Richard asked.

  Too nervous to speak, Gareth nodded. Richard grabbed his dick with one hand, and held onto Gareth’s hip with the other. Warmth and pressure spread between his cheeks and his muscles tensed without Gareth’s telling them to.

  “Relax.” Richard said.

  Gareth closed his eyes and did as he was told, letting all the tension seep out of his pores. As his back relaxed, it drooped down to the couch and his shoulders dropped to rest hard against his jaw.

  The tip pushed in, Gareth could feel it pressing inside him, and he was barely able to stop his muscles from clenching. Richard gasped, feeling Gareth’s body tighten around his cock, and grabbed hold of his hips.

  Pressure hit something deep inside, causing his whole body to tremble. He could hear Richard’s thighs slapping against his cheeks and feel his balls swinging into his. Gareth groaned as Richard started to hit the sweet spot harder and quicker, and soon both men were moaning in unison.

  Richard pressed a hand on the small of Gareth’s back and pushed it down. When his chest was against the couch, his neck craned at an awkward angle, he felt Richard plunge deeper than before. His inside turned to jelly as Richard kept hitting against his prostate.

  An arm reached around his waist and gripped his cock. When Gareth felt Richard pump, squeezing slightly, he realized he was hard. Richard thrusted and jerked in time, slamming into him from behind. A tugging erupted in his balls and his cock pulsed harder as he came, his semen spraying onto the leather below and soaking Richard’s hand.

  Gareth’s whole body thumped in time with his heart, while his groin throbbed and his knees knocked together. Richard’s breath was ragged, and when he leaned forward, resting his chest against Gareth’s back, his heart seemed to be trying to escape. It hammered against Gareth’s skin over and over: duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum.

  Richard removed his hand from Gareth’s cock and held his palm in front of his mouth.

  “Lick it off,” Richard said, his hot breath swelling against Gareth’s back.

  Eagerly, Gareth took Richard’s fingers in his mouth and sucked them. The taste was salty but not unpleasant, like he’d expected. Richard moved off Gareth’s back and planted his hands on his hips, ready to thrust.

  Instead, he pulled himself away until only his tip remained inside. Gareth groaned, his eyes sliding closed.

  “You like that?” Richard asked, keeping perfectly still.

  Gareth could only nod in reply.

  “How about this?” Richard gripped Gareth’s hips tight and thrusted hard.

  Gareth’s eyes shot open and he gasped in shock, his whole body quivering. He felt the cock withdraw away from his prostate and an orgasm rolled over him. A dribble of seed spurted out of him and he tried to catch his breath.

  “Yeah?” Richard asked. “You like that?”

  Richard kept his tip inside before driving himself back in, pounding harder. When Richard was pulling away, Gareth squeezed his muscles against his cock. Richard’s whole body trembled behind him in reply. Then the man growled and took his cock out of Gareth. “Move back and put your knees together.”

  After shuffling back, and pressing his knees together, there was enough room for his neck to stretch out. The only downside was that he could feel his semen beneath him, smearing onto his stomach. Richard repositioned himself behind Gareth and spread his cheeks with his hand. He thrusted inside quickly, causing Gareth to grab hold of the leather beneath him.

  Richard pushed Gareth’s back farther down, until it would go no lower, before beginning to pound him again. Gareth bit on his tongue to stop himself from screaming as Ri
chard pummelled his prostate. Sweat trickled down Richard’s stomach and flew off his skin to land on Gareth’s back like rain.

  An orgasm took hold of Gareth and made all of his muscles spasm. Richard groaned as he felt it and almost instantly stopped thrusting.

  Panting hard and covered in sweat, Gareth turned his head to peer over his shoulder to see why Richard had stopped. It took a second for Gareth to feel it—Richard’s cock was pulsing in time with his heart and his seed filling him.

  Richard woke alone, as he did every morning. The light streamed through his window and glared onto his face. He could see the light shining red behind his closed eyelids. It gave him an instant headache. As he sat up, he felt the muscles in his neck tighten and start to spasm. Tilting his head from side to side alleviated the pain some, but he knew he would need an aspirin or twenty to get through the day. Massaging his neck helped, too, but he would prefer it if someone else could do it for him. A professional, with oils and scented candles and…

  Yesterday came rushing back to him. Memories flooded his mind with images of him slamming down the phone in his office, screaming bloody murder to everyone and no one in particular, flashes of the bar, throwing a glass at the bartender, dragging someone off into the streets.

  He slapped his hands to his face, covering it as he tried to hide from the shame. When he had recovered, he opened his eyes and realized why his neck was hurting: he’d slept on the couch.

  That explains the light, he thought, no curtains in the living room.

  He arrived at work early, purely by accident, wanting to get away from the gleaming whites of his apartment. It was too much for his fragile eyes. He took solace in his office, rife with wooden panels and gentle lighting, and tried to stay calm. Soon he’d have a meeting with the board of directors, and he’d have to explain to them why they weren’t getting the account and sudden influx of cash that came with it. They’d all been looking forward to that day, Richard knew.