Portville Summer Series: The Complete Collection Books 1-4: (MM Nonshifter Omegaverse)

by Xander Collins

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  “I’d feel a lot better if you ate at least one.”

  Brent held my gaze for a long moment, then reached his hand out and took a sandwich off the tray. “Okay,” he said with a smile, “I’ll do it for you.”

  I watched as he seductively put the sandwich in his mouth, took a bite, chewed it slowly, then swallowed. I knew it was ridiculous, but it was just about the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I couldn’t understand why he was having such a strong effect on me, but honestly, I didn’t care.

  “What about those clothes?”

  Brent took the tray of sandwiches and set it down on the coffee table, which left me with nothing in my hands. I suddenly felt incredibly awkward, and the only thing that made sense was to start undressing, even though it felt a little dangerous. I had a feeling this omega could get me to do just about anything.

  I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, then started to unbutton my shirt. Brent was doing the same thing, and as his fingers slowly made their way down the front of his shirt, his eyes locked with mine, then moved down my chest.

  It was such a surreal experience. I was an alpha, and normally I was the one in charge. In fact, I’d always been the more dominant one in bed. But here was Brent just taking over. And it didn’t bother me one bit. It was actually pretty adorable, and I wanted to see what was going to happen. How far Brent was willing to go.

  After my wet shirt was hanging on the back of the chair, I kicked off my shoes. Then, after I took off my socks I pulled my phone and my wallet out of my pants.

  “I guess this thing is toast,” I said tossing my phone on the chair.

  “Don’t worry,” Brent said as he moved even closer to me. “I’ll get you a new one.”

  “No, it was my fault. You shouldn’t have to pay for that.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said.

  Brent was standing right in front of me now, and his eyes were glued to mine. He reached up and brushed his fingers down my chest. When his hand reached my pants he let himself drop down until he was on his knees in front of me. With his eyes on mine, he undid my belt and unzipped my pants, then he slowly lowered them to the ground.

  “I … uh … I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” I managed to mumble.

  “Why?” Brent asked, his blue eyes turned up so he was gazing right into my eyes.

  “I don’t have a condom on me.”

  Brent laughed. “That’s okay.” He turned his focus back to my boxer briefs and in one quick movement yanked them down so my cock sprang out in between us, bouncing up and down from the tension. He smiled, then wrapped his hand around my shaft. “We don’t have to do anything. I just want to see what you taste like.”

  I couldn’t move. A far-off voice in my brain kept telling me to stop—that this was a very bad idea. Brent was drunk, and I was in some sort of hypnotic trance, and I was sure I wasn’t making very clear decisions. But I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to say the words to make Brent stop what he was doing.

  I watched as his lips inched closer and closer to the head of my cock and I held my breath. I wanted him to keep going. In my mind I kept saying Oh, fuck yes, just a little closer. I wanted more than anything to feel those soft lips as they wrapped around the head of my cock. But not just that. I wanted to sink myself deep in Brent’s asshole, and more than anything, I wanted to feel myself knot inside him.

  Suddenly, I realized how insane that thought was. I barely knew this guy, and I was in no way ready to have a baby with him, or anyone else. I mean, I was old enough, and it was something I’d thought about. But I wasn’t making the kind of money I needed to start a family yet. I’d just gotten to the point where I was breaking even with my Treat Boat business, and there was no way I could do something as irresponsible as bringing a baby into the world when I could barely afford to pay my rent in the winter months.

  “Hey,” I said, swallowing hard, then reaching down to touch Brent’s soft hair. “I don’t know if we should keep going.”

  “Well, I do,” he said, looking up at me with a big grin.

  And there it was again … that smile. It melted my brain and made me forget what is was I thought wasn’t a good idea in the first place. Suddenly, stopping seemed like the worse idea in the world, especially when I watched Brent’s tongue touch the tip of my cock. Then, when my head disappeared in between his lips I knew it was over. I couldn’t think about anything but being inside him, in one way or another, from that moment on.

  Chapter 3

  Brent

  I was on my knees and I was looking up into this incredibly hot, alpha’s eyes, and I absolutely loved the fact that I could get him to do whatever I wanted. It was so awesome. All I had to do was look up and lick the tip of his cock, and he completely was gone. I almost laughed the last time I glanced up because it looked like his brain had melted out his ears. His lips were moving but nothing was coming out of his mouth.

  I wished I could bottle this feeling he gave me, whatever it was, and take a swig of it whenever my dad told me what a fuck up I was. But just being here with Holden in my room tonight, knowing my dad was downstairs acting like Mr. Perfect with all those idiot donors , was enough. I knew they were all down there playing each other and lying to each other to get what they wanted. But what I was doing with Holden was real.

  His enormous alpha cock in my hand and my mouth, it was the one thing that made me feel like I had a teeny bit of control in my life. What no one realizes is, being the governor’s son pretty much assures that you’re not going to have a life of your own.

  I slowly licked up and down the long, thick shaft of Holden’s cock. It was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen in my life. So soft and delicate and sensitive, but so hard and intimidating at the same time.

  Each time my tongue passed over the front, just before the flared ridge of the head, Holden gasped and his mouth opened up a little more. He was staring down at me, his eyes fixated on the way my tongue swirled in ever-widening circles around his head.

  I wanted to see the expression on his face when I took his entire length down my throat, so I kept my eyes open as I slowly inched my lips from the head of his cock, all the way down the shaft, and right to the hilt.

  Holden was standing in the middle of my room, about three feet away from the couch, and as soon as his head hit the back of my throat he closed his eyes and moaned, his legs buckling and starting to give out underneath him.

  “Holy shit,” he groaned as he felt behind him for the arm of the couch. “I gotta sit down.”

  I freed his cock from my throat and the two of us moved in unison toward the couch. Holden sat down, and I curled up right in between his legs where I had full access to everything.

  I sucked him down my throat a few more times until his cock was slippery with my spit, then I moved my head down further and took both of his balls into my mouth at the same time. I moved my hand up and down his shaft while I sucked his balls in and out of my mouth, and within seconds, both of his legs started to shake.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he groaned. “It feels like you’ve got every inch of me, including my balls, all the way down your throat.”

  I had the impulse to stop and smile and thank him for the compliment, but I didn’t want to ruin the momentum I had going. He was right on the edge, and suddenly I wanted every drop of his alpha cum down my throat. There was something about his scent that made me feel like I could devour him whole, but that still wouldn’t be enough. I wanted every bit of his being inside me.

  I heard the pitch of Holden’s moans deepen, and I felt his muscles tighten up. I knew he was about to blow his load, so I moved my mouth up so I could suck him down my throat again. I kept working his balls gently with both hands while I moved my head up and down the entire length of his shaft until he grabbed a hold of my head and held it in place.

  Holden’s cock quivered as he shot stream after stream down my throat. I
t was all amazing—his taste, his scent, the way his thick cock filled my mouth. But the most incredible part of that moment were the sounds coming out of his throat. They were so deep, and sexy, and forceful. Every moan vibrated through my body, and right to my core. My cock was throbbing from just listening to him.

  I continued to suck Holden’s head and stroke his shaft and squeeze his balls until every last drop was drained out of him, but even then I kept going, and he make a move to stop me. He just lay there with his head resting on the back of the couch and his mouth hanging open while I gently fondled his cock.

  When I was barely brushing my lips up and down the skin of Holden’s shaft I heard him take in a deep breath. “I have no idea what you’ve been doing down there,” he said in a deep, calm voice. “But that was the most amazing blow job I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

  Holden’s eyes were still closed, but he was struggling to pick his head up off the back of the couch. I just sat there, gazing up at him in awe as he opened his eyes and looked down at me. I had to admit, when I first brought him to my dad’s yacht it was really just for kicks. I wanted to feel good. I wanted to be wanted. But I also wanted to be bad, because that’s what my dad always expected.

  But now, as I stared up at Holden’s face and saw pure bliss, and I knew that I was the reason he felt that way, it did something to me. I’d made men come before. Plenty of times. But this felt different. Usually, when I was with a random hookup from a bar, as soon as the two of us got off I wanted to leave. I felt like the walls were closing in and I had to get out. But with Holden I wanted to be close to him. As close as humanly possible. And I wanted to keep making him feel good.

  I realized as I gazed up into Holden’s eyes that I wanted to be his omega.

  Chapter 4

  Holden

  “Let’s get in the shower.”

  I finally got my eyes to focus, and all I could see was Brent. He was still sitting in between my legs and he was looking up at me with the sweetest smile on his face. Between that and the sparkle in his eyes, he was practically glowing.

  “Come on,” he said, standing up and taking my hand. “I want to wash you.”

  “Really?” I said with a laugh.

  “Yeah. I want to touch every inch of your body.”

  “Dang, I guess I can’t pass up that offer.” I stood up, but my legs were still so shaky I had to steady myself on the arm of the couch. “Jesus, what the hell did you do to me?”

  As I straightened up Brent stood up in front of me and put his hands around my neck. “So you really liked it?”

  “Are you kidding? That was amazing. Whatever you were doing down there, you need to patent those moves and start teaching a course. You’d make millions.” I just stood there in a daze for a moment, inhaling Brent’s scent and moving my hands down the soft skin of his ass. Then I laughed. “Wow, I just realized something. I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

  Brent’s eyes filled with excitement and glowed even brighter as I took his head in my hands. His arms were still around my neck, but he stood completely still, like he was waiting for me to take him. And that’s exactly what I wanted to do—completely ravage him. But there was also something so incredible about that moment just before our lips met. There was a part of me that wanted to stay there forever, with my hands gripping his ass and his fingers pushed up into my hair, and his scent completely enveloping me while my lips hovered less than an inch above his.

  But when our lips met it was almost as if I could feel Brent’s essence moving through my body. Like there was no separation between us. No skin, or space, or even time. Our bodies melted into each other until I had no idea where my hands were anymore. I didn’t know if I was standing or sitting or lying down on top of him. We could’ve been hurtling through space in that moment, for all I knew.

  When our lips parted I still had both hands behind Brent, but now they were moving up his back. I brought them around in front of him and held his face, then rested my forehead on his. “Whoa, that was really amazing.”

  “Yeah,” Brent whispered. He was teetering back and forth with his eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if he was woozy because of the alcohol or the kiss, but in that moment it didn’t really matter. Everything felt like a dream.

  We stood there like that for a long time, my forehead resting on Brent’s, and his body melted into mine. I felt like I would be content to live out the rest of my life on that very spot with Brent in my arms, but then he murmured something about a shower.

  “I want to see you wet.”

  I laughed. “You’ve already seen me wet.”

  “You know what I mean. Come on.” He pulled my hand and led me into the bathroom.

  I felt like I’d slipped into some sort of alternate dimension as I watched Brent’s adorable little omega ass sway in front of me. I’d never felt like this with anyone before in my life. I couldn’t imagine leaving this place. I didn’t want to be away from him. I wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth. It was crazy.

  Brent turned on the faucet, and the two of us stepped under the hot water.

  “Damn, I didn’t realize how cold I was,” I said as I let the stream run on my head.

  “Nuh uh … you’re insanely hot.”

  I opened my eyes and splashed some water at Brent’s face. “And you’re insanely adorable.”

  I pulled Brent close to me, wrapped my arms around him, and let the hot water run down our bodies for a long time. I kissed him a few times, letting my lips linger on his soft skin, but mostly we just stood there in each other’s arms.

  I swear, in that moment, I wasn’t even thinking of knotting inside him. It had been on my mind when we were out in the bedroom, but after the blowjob it wasn’t really a priority. But there, in the shower, with him in my arms. I don’t even know what happened. It was all such a blur. I remember being inside the shower, with the steam and the hot water, and Brent making good on his promise to wash every inch of my body. Then suddenly, we weren’t.

  There were towels, I know that. But I’m not really sure we even used them. I have a distinct memory of licking droplets of water off of Brent’s chest … and his back … and his neck.

  I know at one point Brent was sitting on the bathroom counter. He had his legs wrapped around my waist and he was gripping handfuls of my hair. I was looking in the mirror at the way his body lurched each time I thrust into him. It was mesmerizing, the way I was in complete control of what was happening between the two of us. In that moment I felt wild and crazy … almost feral. And it was then, when I thought I had control, that I completely lost it.

  It wasn’t until after I came … and after my knot started to go down … that I snapped back to reality. I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. Brent was wrapped around me, still in the throes of his own orgasm, when I realized what an enormous mistake I just made.

  It’s not that I didn’t want to be with him. I felt like I’d become closer to him in that last hour than with anyone I’d been with in my whole life. It’s just that, this wasn’t me … at all. I wasn’t the kind of alpha who fucked first and asked questions later. Or even had sex on a first date. And this wasn’t even a date. It was pure insanity.

  Brent and I somehow managed to make it to the bed, and we both passed out. And even though I knew what I’d done was wrong, I was still so overcome with that blissful haze that comes with knotting inside an omega that the second my head hit the pillow I fell asleep. I didn’t wake up until the next day when the sun was shining in through the window.

  The minute I opened my eyes I had the distinct impression that Brent was just as freaked out by what happened as I was. He was awake, and he was staring at me. His eyes were still blue and glistening, like a calm Mediterranean sea, but they were as big as saucers.

  “Hey,” I said, then cringed a little. That word felt so empty and awkward. Nothing like what I wanted to say the morning after … well, after what happened between the two of us.

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  “How are you feeling?” I asked.

  “A little hung over.”

  “Yeah, I can imagine.” I wasn’t sure what to say, but I knew what I’d done wasn’t right. I wasn’t even drunk, so I should have been able to control myself. I was a responsible alpha, and I was totally ashamed of my behavior. “Look, I shouldn’t have done that … what I did … in the bathroom. I don’t know what happened, I just completely lost my head last night. But I know that’s no excuse.”

  “Hey, it wasn’t just you. I could have stopped what was going on at any point. But I didn’t.” Brent paused for a long moment, then smiled. “I didn’t want to.”

  There was that smile again. It totally made my breath catch in my throat. “Me either,” I said, returning the smile. I was starting to feel a little better, but there was still the looming dread of the repercussions of having knotted inside Brent. “So … do you think you’re … you know.”

  “Yeah, well, no. I mean, I don’t know,” he said, glancing down. “Not for sure, anyway. But, um … yeah … I think maybe I am.”

  Somehow hearing that jumble of words that came out of Brent’s mouth made me simultaneously more elated, and more terrified, than I’d ever been in my life.

  Chapter 5

  Brent

  Well, my dad was right. I am a one-hundred-percent, total fuck up.

  I just lay there, staring into the most gorgeous brown eyes I’d ever seen, wanting so badly to just let myself get lost in them, but I had a sinking feeling in my gut. I was pretty sure I was pregnant, and I had absolutely no idea what to do.

  “So what do you think?” Holden asked. “Should we get up?”

  “Yeah, I guess. I don’t even know what time it is. Hopefully my dad is still asleep. Or better yet, gone.”

  Holden sat up and looked around the room. “Oh yeah,” he said, flopping back down on the bed. “My phone is dead.”