Omega Wanted: Bad Boy Mpreg Romance

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by Stephan James


  I couldn’t help myself. I pushed my body even harder down onto his. My hips pressing hard on his cock. He knew I could feel him. He wanted me to feel him, and I wanted to feel him. The heat of his breath burned my lips as I pressed down. Our lips were pushing against each other. For a split second we were still at combat, still waiting to see who would give in first.

  He opened his mouth to let me in, giving up like he always did. I felt my cock filling with blood, pressing against his. He arched his back. I wrapped my arm around him and started kissing his neck. They were not gentle kisses. None of this had been gentle. They were demanding and fierce, almost like bites as I claimed him. He was mine, all mine. Both of our eyes were closed, and our chests were pounding.

  Chapter 3

  Two weeks later we were flying to Nevada for Scott’s birthday. I didn’t talk to him about the kiss, or what happened the day on the couch. I never kissed a guy before, and even though it was good, I didn’t want to talk about it. It was still a little weird to me, and I had a feeling someone would make a comment about it or something, even though it was just the two of us, alone. I thought people could see it on me. I thought people might be able to see that even though I was the one who marked him, I was now also marked.

  I wanted to ignore that for a while.

  Scott didn’t bring it up either. Maybe it was too intense for him. I probably scared him or something, but the thing was he was definitely looser around me now. It was like some sort of weird tension had been broken between us. We still fought but we didn’t need that as an excuse to touch each other now.

  Scott had a weird mysterious vibe sometimes. I couldn’t always tell what he was thinking and I was good at reading through other people’s masks. That is probably what got him guys, now that I was thinking about it. He kept them guessing. Either way, he wasn’t as tense now, and when things went quiet, it wasn’t because he wasn’t saying something on his mind. We were just quiet, nothing on our minds. The volcano erupted, and now the dust was settling. It was almost peaceful.

  Scott wanted to go to Vegas. He brought it up one night, interrupting himself as he talked about the show we were watching on TV. It was almost cute to hear him talk over himself like that. “I lived in Nevada my whole life, but I’ve never actually been to Las Vegas, I mean, I’ve taken a bus through it once, but I never did the whole Vegas thing.”

  I knew what he meant. Well, sort of. I never did the whole package deal. No gambling. My Vegas trips were usually a strip club, some drugs, and a hit or something. I would fuck some bitch with big fake tits, or a couple strippers. We would do some coke. Sometimes I mixed too many drugs and threw up a bit in a hotel toilet before going off to do my job. You have to live a little outside of work if you don’t want it to drive you crazy.

  I don’t know what Scott would be into there. I wasn’t even really sure he knew what it was all about, but we were going to see what happened.

  My fake boyfriend was beginning to feel more like a real boyfriend. It felt a little weird still, but it was probably the only thing that was going to keep me safe in Vegas. People knew me there. I cut my hair shorter just to throw anyone off for a quick second while I was there. I grew my beard out a bit too, which Scott complained about. I needed to cover a bit of my face, though. It could work for a quick passing glance but I was on edge.

  I took some Vicodin, and washed it down with some beer before we took off. It was a stupid mix, but not the worst I have done to myself. I passed out until we landed, and Scott woke me up on the plane with another hard poke on the forehead. He was fucking with me, that little bastard. I lifted an eyebrow at him as a threat, and he smiled.

  After a little bit, I couldn’t help but to smile back. It hardly felt real, but it was.

  If Scott was going to do Vegas my way, he was going to have to do some things that were new to him. The night before his birthday we went to a strip club. A straight strip club. Two “gay” guys at a strip club didn’t sound like a safe idea, so we went to a shitty one where none of my old boys would be.

  I did a lot of Scott’s shit while we were in his territory, and he seemed weirded out by the idea of going to a strip club at first, but after a bit I convinced him. dI told him it would be like watching a weird movie. I usually convince people to do things by force, so even I can admit that was a stupid way of convincing him. He was the brains in our pair. No way I could talk myself around his wits. But eventually, he agreed. “You went on a bunch of gay dates with me,” he said, as we lounged around our hotel with an empty box of pizza between us. There was a little pile of mushrooms in the corner of the box where he picked them off. “I guess I can go on a straight date with you.”

  Amusing, but accurate. His innocence was almost touching.

  The place was space-themed. It looked like a glow-in-the-dark bowling alley, but with strippers and a stage. The strippers were mostly in neon G-strings that glowed in the backlight. Glowing UFO and alien decals covered the walls, and all the drinks had space-y names. It was all a little childish, but I went with it.

  Scott ordered fries and a can of Coke. He really was treating this like a movie. I guess they didn’t have popcorn. The waitress told us not to throw the fries at the strippers.

  “Who would throw fries at strippers?” Scott asked me.

  I didn’t answer. Fuck, this really was a shitty strip club if they had to tell people that. No class at all. but the girls were good.

  They were getting me really hard, too. We watched them for a couple minutes. Scott was eyeing my bulge with a lot of interest. I looked down; you could see my dick through my track pants. I grabbed my head and squeezed it. I couldn’t get this hard right now. I was supposed to be gay.

  Scott pressed his thigh on mine, then. He giggled a little and I pressed back harder. The strippers were getting me going and Scott wanted to finish me off.

  I closed my eyes to try to calm down, but I could feel Scott’s hand creeping over to my thigh, squeezing just above my knee and moving in. His hands were soft, burning me through the fabric. I could barely breathe.

  My cock was so hard that it almost hurt. I couldn’t do this here. I chewed an ice cube, put some money on the table and I walked out of the strip club with Scott still scampering behind me. He was eating a handful of fries.

  I shook my head angrily. Fuck it. It was dark and it was a strip club. No one was going to care about my cock. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen thousands, and wasn’t that the point? I had my hand in my pocket and I was rubbing it.

  Suddenly, Scott shoved me sideways. I wasn’t in the mood to play and gave him a hard slap on the ass in return. He jumped a little and yelped, and then grinned and giggled at me. My heart did a flip in my chest.

  Our hotel wasn’t far off. We walked a minute or two and I was starting to feel my drinks from the strip club. They were riding the tail-end of my airplane cocktail, making me wobble on my feet.

  We got to our room and I took off my pants. He took off his. Our shirts hit the floor and then we fell into bed.

  I started kissing him and feeling his body. His soft, round ass, and his balls. I looked at his body. I knew it so well by touch from fighting him but this was different. He still had a few faded hickeys on his neck from the first time we kissed. He was a little tanned with a few small beauty marks on his chest.

  When he was stroking my cock, he slid down and I felt his lips on my dick. He was cupping my balls as I watched him go deep, and then he pulled his lips back up over my head. His lips were so soft, his mouth hot. I grabbed his hair as I felt his tongue working over my tip. Hot, burning lust exploded inside me and I pushed it deeper. I felt the back of his throat with the tip of my dick and gave it a quick thrust.

  I watched his back muscles flex and release as he moaned. I closed my eyes and felt his wet mouth on my hard cock. It felt so good after so long. There was no difference between Scott’s mouth and a woman’s. In some ways, it was better. Unlike all those drunk women, Scott actually knew what
a guy liked.

  I touched his jaw, then his neck, and I reached down and wedged my hand between his inner thigh and his dick. I could feel his cock on the back of my hand. I flipped my hand over, moved up over his balls to his dick, and started stroking.

  I felt his abs, then his chest. His skin felt fresh. Mine was rough. We were such opposites. We fit together so well, tangled up together like that. I was building up, but I didn’t want it to end. I pulled him away from my cock and started kissing him again. I pressed my body into his. We kept kissing, our cocks touching, hard and hot. I could feel the heat of his body warming me up. My arms held him tighter. I wanted him close. As close as possible. More, even.

  I started kissing his neck. They were fierce and possessive. He whispered “Damien...” I could barely hear it.

  I was watching his body. Every muscle was flexed and tense, quivering. I ran my hand down the inside of his thighs. I gripped his ribcage with my other hand. Slowly, I moved him into position on top of me so that his ass opening was right over the throbbing tip of my cock. He was holding onto me by my shoulders, barely getting his hands around them. He was pulling me in deeper, lowering onto me.

  He was slick and ready for me, loose and yet also tight. I felt my cock slide inside him, a little surprised at how easy it was. He must have done this before. But that didn’t matter. He was mine, now.

  I had full control over his body. He felt so light, so vulnerable. There was nothing vulnerable about the way he was hanging onto me, though. His grip was like a brick as he moved in my hands, clutching at me. His forehead was sweating. I could see the veins in his neck pumping blood, his thighs on top of mine squeezing my torso. My cock was throbbing; I felt the warmth, the pressure inside of him. He was so much better than a loose pussy that had been pounded a dozen times that night. He fit like a glove, and the friction was so good.

  We went faster. His eyes were closed, lips were plump and wet. I grabbed his face and thrust even faster. Adrenaline was pumping through our veins. Suddenly, I felt my cock jump inside him as his inner muscles squeezed me. That was all I could take. I closed my eyes and released, spurting what felt like an endless riven of hot semen inside him. I couldn’t think. All I could feel was my heart beating in the back of my head. My legs were shaking. Heat took over my body.

  Suddenly, I could feel Scott coming too. His burning seed covered my stomach as he let out a gasp. I slowed down, kissed him gently on the lips. We kept kissing. I pulled the blanket over us to keep warm and held him just as tight as before.

  Chapter 4

  It was Scott’s birthday and he wanted to do tourist stuff. A year ago, I would have never done the shit I did with Scott that day. He wasn’t into the gambling scene and didn’t even want to try.

  “I just want to have a nice relaxing day,” he said. “With you.”

  “Not many people have said that before.”

  That made him smile and giggle sweetly, so that’s what we did.

  We had lunch on a patio and watched the people walking by on the Strip. I didn’t notice anyone walking by though, really. Big tits, small tits or no tits, I was just enjoying my time with Scott. My fake boyfriend wasn’t really a fake boyfriend anymore. I felt closer to him than I ever did with any of my ex-girlfriends. Before they became exes, that was.

  Scott was different, too. He wasn’t as guarded or quiet as he used to be. I thought back to our first time meeting, how he had a streak of anger to everything he said. Now, he talked constantly. It was an unending stream of words that became a soundtrack to my life. He stopped testing my honesty, and we were getting closer, closer than any of me and my guy friends ever were. It was weird for me to explain. Scott wasn’t a replacement to my ex-girlfriends or guy friends. He was just Scott, someone completely new.

  “Damien, do you miss your old life? It seemed more exciting than just sitting eating lunch with me.” Scott looked at his plate while he was asking. He was eating an avocado and chicken sandwich very slowly, savoring each bite. I looked at my plate. It was empty. It used to be a steak.

  “No, I don’t. It isn’t really what it sounds like. It isn’t what most people make it sound like.” I thought hard about how to explain it better. “People say it’s fast-paced, fast money. It sounds great. Most of the time it is. Lots of down time. But it’s stressful, too. You burn out young. You either go to jail or you have so many enemies and you can barely leave your house. Normal people know you’re fucked up, somehow. They feel weird around you. They get tense...” Like how Scott was when he first met me.

  Scott took the words from my mouth. “Until they get to know you, I guess.” He was staring at me in the eyes. I felt like he could read my mind for a second, but I shrugged it off.

  “Yeah, yeah. Most people don’t want to get to know thugs, though. They like their safe lives. They don’t want to take risks.”

  “I think you were worth the risk,” Scott said, smiling. I smiled back a little, more touched than I wanted to let him know. “Let’s walk down the Strip a bit; I’m done with my sandwich.” We got up and left. Scott bumped into me the way he did the first night we met, half as an accident, half-lingering and waiting for a response.

  “Scott, can I hold your hand?” Who the fuck was I, asking a guy to hold his hand? I used to punch people in the face without asking, and now I was asking a guy I had already fucked if I could hold his hand. Scott laughed, “No.” He was being sarcastic.

  We walked down the Strip like any other couple. We watched the fountains in front of the Bellagio and the volcano in front of the Mirage. Sometimes I forgot I was holding Scott’s hand until we had to move in different directions and I felt a gentle tug between us. We stayed close the whole walk. I could smell him; I never noticed that I knew Scott’s smell. It was a mix of fresh laundry, the smell of his skin and his shampoo. I had it memorized and I didn’t even know it. Just his smell made me feel good.

  He always smelt so fresh and clean. He was always so nice. “What do you do wrong?” I asked him, finally.

  “Sometimes I get road rage,” he answered, swinging our hands between us.

  “No, really. Tell me something bad that you do. Something that you do that breaks the rules and you know it.” He was thinking hard. This guy really didn’t do too many things that broke the rules. He was a real good boy through and through, but he sure didn’t fuck like one.

  He wasn’t saying anything, though. “This isn’t a job interview. I already like you, you can be honest.” I looked at him as I egged him on. I didn’t realize how little I knew about him, even though I cared about him so much lately.

  “I cheated on my last boyfriend.”

  A flash of anger pulsed through me, and maybe a bit of fear. I couldn’t explain it. Was I jealous? Was I afraid that he would cheat on me? I kept thinking of Scott as my real boyfriend lately, and I wanted him to think of me the same way.

  “Your last boyfriend?” I asked.

  “Well, before you,” he said nervously. There was that tension between us again.

  “Why did you cheat on him?” I said it coldly. I couldn’t shake the anger. I’d never been good with anger, even though lately I’d been better.

  “I thought he was cheating on me.” So I was just revenge to him? “He never even liked me, that stupid fucking son of a bitch. “

  “You’re an asshole.” I felt a lump in my throat. Was I getting emotional over this piece of shit?

  “I don’t understand what you...”

  “You were using me in your own little project!” I said a little too loudly. I couldn’t stop myself from raising my voice.

  “And you weren’t?” He was whispering and squinted at me like I was an idiot. Fuck, he had me. I lied to him too when we met.

  “I had a good reason,” I said, stupidly. My heart hurt. “Unlike you.”

  We were walking quickly. My feet were pounding into the ground with every step. I could feel the friction on the bottom of my feet from pressing my shoes so hard into the grou
nd.

  “You weren’t the first guy I saw. I don’t think you understand.”

  “No, I think I get it, buddy.” Buddy? That was cold. I saw his face change. I regretted it instantly, but I felt a spark of pleasure knowing that I hurt him, or that I could hurt him. I could make him feel what he was making me feel.

  Scott’s expression had gone cold. He looked almost furious, and it was so wrong on his face. “I had plenty of options to leave or cheat, but I felt like I needed you. Maybe I felt like I could help you. I didn’t want to use you to get back at my ex-boyfriend. I chose you to be my new boyfriend and I stupidly stuck with you, even when you said you were dangerous, and that you didn’t want to be with boys.”

  “Shut up.” The part about me not liking boys was why I told him to shut up. People couldn’t know I was straight. He turned red with anger and then his face dropped as he realized what he said.

  “Shut up, okay. Okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you too.” I held him close, my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe how close I had just come to ruining all of this based on an assumption. Never again. Not ever. I needed him too much.

  “Too?” Scott caught me. I told him I loved him, too. Maybe I was hearing what I wanted to hear, but I thought I heard him say he loved me. Or maybe it was that what he said made me feel like he loved me,and I had to tell him I loved him right back. Because I did. I really did.

 

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