Omega Teacher’s Secret

by Anna Wineheart

  Brad swallowed, pushing that thought away. Ian was alive, he was warm and soft against Brad, and Brad wanted to cherish his omega. Wanted to sink into Ian, get Ian’s scent all over his skin, until he smelled like he belonged to Ian, too.

  “Maybe we’ll have three,” Ian said, giving him a tiny smile. “We’ll see how this goes.”

  He touched his belly, and Brad couldn’t help slipping his hand under Ian’s shirt, pressing his palm against Ian’s skin.

  “Hey, get a room for that,” Valen said, clicking his tongue. “Don’t make me envious, Brad. I’ve got an omega waiting for me at home.”

  Brad snorted, punching Valen lightly in the arm. “Fine. I’ll keep my hands off my omega.”

  Ian was looking at his knees, but his smile grew at those words.

  Valen dropped them off at the station. Brad hurried Ian into his car, and then they were heading home, pulling into Brad’s concrete driveway, with the iron helix on the front porch and a colorful spinning windmill Brad had added for Gwen.

  If things went well, if Ian agreed… this could become a home for them all.

  Brad cut the engine, his heart fluttering. He reached over the center console, catching Ian’s chin. “Move in with me,” he murmured. “So I can talk to the baby every morning.”

  Ian laughed, his eyes sparkling. “That’ll be the first person you talk to? The baby?”

  “No, I’d kiss you good morning first. Or maybe suck you off. You’d wake up with your cock in my mouth, and I’d get to taste your come. Make you cream a couple times.”

  Brad licked his lips, imagining that. He wanted to try waking Ian up, Ian aroused, his chest heaving.

  “That’s vulgar.” But Ian was reaching between his own legs, adjusting his cock in his pants. He was growing hard; Brad couldn’t resist nudging Ian’s hand away, cupping him through the layers of fabric.

  Ian’s cock pushed against his hand, hungry.

  “That’s mine,” Brad growled. “I decide when you come.”

  Ian’s breath rushed out of him. “When is that?”

  “What about tomorrow?”

  Ian whined. “That’s so far away.”

  “Tonight, then?” Brad grinned, tugging on Ian’s belt.

  Ian squirmed, lifting his hips. “What about now?”

  “Impatient.” Brad yanked open Ian’s belt, making him gasp.

  Outside the car window, clouds scattered across the February sky. It was deep into the evening, and Brad hadn’t realized how much time had passed. With Gwen recovering in the hospital… they had the rest of the night to themselves.

  He fumbled with the button at the top of Ian’s pants. Pulled open the zipper, so Ian’s musk spilled into the air between them, heady and telling.

  Brad spread Ian’s pants open, leaving his cock a hard line behind his briefs. It was firm behind the fabric, a dark, damp patch at its tip.

  Ian groaned. “Are you just going to stare at it?”

  “What if I said yes?”

  “You’re bent on tormenting me, aren’t you?” Ian bared his teeth, rubbing his own cock. So Brad caught his hands, stopped him from touching himself. Then he leaned in, pressed his lips between Ian’s legs, and blew slowly through Ian’s briefs.

  Ian breathed out shakily. “Brad!”

  “Just checking.” Brad grinned. He nuzzled up Ian’s chest, pressing kisses through the thin cotton of Ian’s dress shirt. Caught Ian’s pebbled nipple between his teeth, nipping lightly on it. It was hard against his tongue, sensitive.

  There had been times when they’d fucked hard and rough, times when they’d taken things slow. But Brad hadn’t had his omega where there was a chance someone could see them, and there would be no consequences if they were caught.

  He glanced out the window; Ian whined. “This isn’t private.”

  “I don’t see you climbing out the car.”

  “I’m—I’m getting out.”

  Ian fumbled for the door, his throat flushed. Brad waited until the door clicked open. Then he pushed his thumb into Ian’s briefs, pulling it down so Ian’s cock slipped out, thick and flushed. It always gave him a thrill, looking at it all hard like that.

  Ian yelped. The tip of his cock pushed past his foreskin, eager.

  Brad stared, a disbelieving smile spreading through his face. He’d expected Ian to cover up. Not grow even harder. “You like this. Being exposed makes you horny.”

  Instead of answering, Ian glanced away, his face so red that his skin had to be burning.

  “Damn, Ian,” Brad murmured.

  He got out of the car and jogged around the trunk to Ian’s side, his own pants stretched to bursting. He wanted to fit himself into his omega. Wanted to see Ian take his cock, every inch of it. If someone else witnessed them, well. Ian was his.

  Ian had pulled his briefs up by the time Brad reached him. Brad glanced around the cul de sac, seeing only quiet gardens, and someone’s escaped German shepherd trotting down the street.

  So he pushed his fingers into Ian’s pants, squeezing Ian’s delicate sac through his briefs. Ian gasped, rocking into his palm. “Brad—”

  “Like it?” Brad rubbed Ian’s cock with his thumb. Followed it to the damp patch of fabric, and ground the precome-soaked fabric against Ian’s tip.

  It dragged against Ian’s sensitive skin. Ian squirmed, leaking onto his finger.

  “Very nice,” Brad growled.

  “We should—should get inside,” Ian mumbled.

  He backed away, just enough that Brad’s hand slipped out of his pants. Then he turned, hurrying to the front door.

  Brad caught up to him there. He locked the car and shoved Ian up against the door, his palm flat against Ian’s hammering heart. Ian’s gaze dragged from Brad’s eyes to his mouth, down his chest to his hips.

  “Hard for you,” Brad growled, squeezing his own cock. His orange work pants wrapped around it, showing off its size. Ian’s musk flooded Brad’s lungs. “Gonna give you all of this. Spread you open. Fuck you good and hard.”

  Ian moaned, his pupils blown wide.

  He wants me.

  The thought was intoxicating. Brad cupped Ian’s nape, hauling him close. Then he meshed their lips together, tasting Ian thoroughly. Ian tasted faintly like tea, and Brad plunged into his mouth, throbbing when Ian moaned.

  “You like that,” Brad murmured. “You like me fucking you everywhere.”

  Ian breathed out shakily. “Yes.”

  So Brad claimed Ian’s mouth, licking him, grinding his cock against Ian’s. He urged Ian’s mouth wider, thrusting inside, until Ian dug his nails into Brad’s waist, writhing against him.

  Ian shoved his hand past Brad’s waistband, his searching fingers curling around Brad’s cock. He groaned hungrily, and Brad ground into his soft palm. Loved the way Ian gasped, wanting more.

  He reached behind Ian, cupping his firm ass. Pushed his fingers between Ian’s cheeks, finding his damp hole through the fabric. Ian arched his spine; Brad pressed down on his hole, massaging it. Thought about breaching Ian’s entrance, fingers and briefs and all.

  Instead, Brad spread Ian’s ass through his pants, just to let him feel how Brad would open him later.

  Ian panted, his pants growing wet with slick. His cock strained in his briefs, and Brad gave it a slow squeeze. He savored the way Ian rose up on tiptoes, trying to push himself further into Brad’s fist.

  So Brad pulled Ian’s briefs down, trapping its waistband beneath his balls. This left him completely exposed, his bare cock flushed against his clothes.

  “Brad,” Ian hissed. He shoved his hips up, his cock so desperate that it had pushed completely out of his foreskin. Made Brad’s pants tight, seeing him this ravenous.

  “Want everyone to know you’re mine,” Brad whispered, cupping Ian’s cock lightly in his hand. It was velvety, warm and heavy, and Brad sank to his knees. Took Ian past his lips, licking over his salty, slippery head.

  Ian made a soft sound, helpless and delighted.
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  Then his hips snapped forward, his cock shoving into Brad’s mouth. Brad’s blood surged south.

  “Open the door,” Ian gasped. He twisted his fingers into Brad’s hair, but instead of squirming away, he yanked Brad closer, his cock pushing down Brad’s throat.

  Brad grew so hard it felt like his pants would split. This was different, feeling Ian’s desperation instead of just seeing it. Having Ian’s sensitive cock in his mouth, his chest heaving above, his eyelids fluttering shut.

  Brad caught Ian’s hips, sliding Ian out of his mouth. He closed his lips around Ian’s foreskin, pulling it up to cover his velvety tip. Then he pushed it back down, and kissed Ian’s blunt head.

  Ian whined. Brad reached further into Ian’s pants, finding the soaked fabric of his briefs. He leaned back, letting Ian’s cock drag down his tongue. “So ready for me.”

  Ian trembled. Brad released his cock, admiring the fine veins crisscrossing it, the way it jerked under Brad’s attention.

  “Anyone can see,” Ian panted.

  But the street was empty, and traffic rumbled faintly in the distance. Brad handed him the keys. “Here.”

  He turned Ian to face the door, pulled down Ian’s pants and briefs to expose his ass, and spread his cheeks.

  Ian fumbled with the keys, his fingers scrabbling against the door. “Brad—”

  “You like?”

  Brad reached around. He felt Ian’s balls pull up tight, his cock growing thicker.

  Never knew his omega had a kink like that. It made him preen, knowing he could claim Ian anywhere, and Ian would secretly be pleased with it.

  Brad cupped Ian’s cheeks, pulling them apart with his thumbs. Nestled between, he found Ian’s hole, pink and tight, a sheen of damp smeared all over it. Gods, Brad wanted to open that hole with his cock, wanted to see it stretched around him, Ian taking him all the way inside.

  So he leaned in, dragging his tongue flat across Ian’s entrance, pausing to taste its puckered skin. He was musky, salty.

  Ian panted, his key skidding off the keyhole. “You’re—you’re really doing this.”

  “What else does it look like?”

  “Gods, Brad.” Ian fumbled with the door. Brad pushed his finger into Ian’s hot, snug hole, swirling it around inside.

  Ian trembled. He struggled with the key, and Brad glanced behind them. Still no one. So he massaged Ian’s prostate, and Ian shuddered, his hole clenching around Brad’s finger.

  Ian was so damn delicious, and Brad had the feeling his omega had no idea how good he looked.

  So Brad decided to give him a chance. He paused for a moment so Ian could slide the key into the door. Then Brad got to his feet, pushed a second finger into Ian’s tight ass, and Ian wheezed.

  “Let’s get you inside,” Brad whispered.

  He closed his hand around Ian’s, turning the key. Opened the door to their home, nudging Ian into the living room.

  The moment the door closed, Ian sagged. “I can’t believe you did that. Right against the front door, Brad!”

  Brad pushed down hard on his prostate. “I’m not done yet.”

  Ian arched against him.

  Brad shoved down Ian’s pants. “Undress yourself.”

  Ian obeyed, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Brad kicked off his shoes, waiting for Ian to do the same. Then he walked Ian to their bedroom, stopping him in front of the bedroom mirror.

  The mirror was a wide one, full-length, black-framed, and wall-mounted. But the beauty of it lay in its reflection—Ian with his cheeks flushed, his hair mussed, his fingers slipping on the last button of his shirt. Then he pulled the shirt open, and Brad splayed his hand over Ian’s narrow chest, dragging his wrist down Ian’s skin.

  “Mine,” Brad growled, meeting Ian’s eyes through the mirror. “Want you to look at yourself. See how good you look.”

  He withdrew his fingers from Ian’s ass. Pulled Ian’s shirt off his arms, stepped down on Ian’s pants, pushing the rest of his clothes down his legs.

  And now Ian was completely naked, his skin pale, his body gleaming with sweat.

  Brad dragged his hands down Ian’s chest to his waist, to his hips. Ian smelled like walnut and musk. He was Brad’s.

  “You look better than me,” Ian said, averting his eyes. “You should be the one in front of the mirror.”

  Brad pressed a kiss to Ian’s shoulder. “This is the man I love. Look at him.”

  Ian sucked in a sharp breath. “I still can’t believe it.”

  Brad snorted. “You’re really stubborn when it comes to that, you know?” He cupped Ian’s cheek anyway, turned him to face his own reflection. “Look. I mean it.”

  Ian’s throat worked. He glanced reluctantly at himself—his chest, the scars on his arms. He brought his hands up to cover them, and Brad caught his wrists.

  “No, those too. They’re part of you. Not something I want hidden,” Brad whispered.

  Ian breathed out shakily. Then, slowly, he let his hands fall to his sides.

  “I love all of this,” Brad said against his shoulder. He stroked down Ian’s arms, tangling their fingers together. Then he caught Ian’s waist, caressing the hollows of his hips, and brushed his fingers across the scars on Ian’s thighs. Cupped the bump of Ian’s belly, and Ian’s flushed cock with his other hand. “Every single inch of you.”

  Ian met his eyes, uncertain.

  “You love me,” Brad whispered. “Why is it so difficult to believe that I love you back?”

  “Because I’m just…”

  “You’ve raised Gwen incredibly well,” Brad said. “You’re strong. You’re beautiful, and clever, and I want you to move in with me. So I can wake up to you in my bed every single day.”

  Ian blushed, a deep red hue across his chest. Brad kissed his shoulder. Kissed his neck, too. Then he turned Ian around so he could kiss Ian on the mouth, and Ian whimpered, opening for him.

  “I love you,” Ian mumbled against Brad’s lips. Brad’s heart fluttered.

  “At least for today, believe that you’re worth loving,” Brad whispered, linking their hands together. “Try it for a day.”

  Ian sucked in a shaky breath. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll try.”

  “Good.”

  Brad pressed their foreheads together, kissing Ian softly. Ian ran his hands down Brad’s chest, carefully touching his abs.

  “This is all yours,” Brad murmured. “Whatever you want to do with me.”

  Ian groaned, flattening his hands against Brad’s chest. Then he tugged Brad’s shirt out of his waistband, dragging his fingertips down the grooves of Brad’s abs. Brad couldn’t help flexing a little, and Ian’s eyes darkened.

  Slowly, Ian leaned in, dropping light kisses down Brad’s throat. Then he touched Brad’s sides reverently with his fingers, pressing his nose to Brad’s sternum.

  “I can’t believe it,” Ian murmured, kissing down Brad’s abs. “You love me.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  Brad ran his fingers through Ian’s wispy hair. Swallowed when Ian pulled open his pants, shoving them down Brad’s legs. And now his cock was straining behind his boxers, eager for Ian’s touch.

  Ian whimpered and knelt, burying his face in Brad’s boxers. He breathed Brad in, his mouth falling open, his chest heaving.

  “You always smell so good,” he panted.

  Brad grinned. “I just smell like sex. Thinking about you, wanting to fuck you.”

  Ian’s cheeks grew dark. He kissed Brad through the underwear. Then he peeled them off Brad’s hips, his eyes glued to Brad’s cock. Brad wrapped his fingers around it, stroking himself. Wanted to show his best side to Ian, wanted Ian to love him even more. Probably not the best way to go about that.

  Ian leaned in, dragging his soft lips up Brad’s length. Then he took Brad into his hot mouth, his tongue sliding around Brad’s head, dipping into his sensitive piss-slit. Pleasure sizzled down Brad’s nerves.

  He wanted to rub himself against Ian’s face
, wanted to mark Ian as his, inside and out.

  Ian took Brad deeper into his mouth. Brad loved the way this looked, Ian touching him intimately, Ian hungry for him. He clenched his fists, resisting the urge to pull Ian closer. Needed to be buried inside his omega, except he wanted to take things at Ian’s pace.

  Then Ian sucked on Brad’s tip, hollowing his cheeks. Pleasure jolted like electricity down Brad’s spine. Ian cupped Brad’s balls in his hands, sliding his wrists down Brad’s thigh.

  And now Brad smelled like rose, like his omega. It made him throb, made him want to sweep Ian into his arms, drive hard into him. Fill Ian with his seed.

  Brad panted, watching as Ian’s lips dragged decadently around his cock. Ian looked up, met his eyes.

  Then he took Brad down his throat, deeper and deeper, and Brad’s breath rushed out of his lungs. Ian was tight. Couldn’t believe Ian was doing this, didn’t think it could be comfortable for him, when Brad was bigger than average.

  “Ian,” Brad gasped, sliding his fingers into Ian’s hair. “Don’t—don’t hurt yourself.”

  Ian swallowed around him, and it felt like a squeeze. Brad swore; he could hardly breathe. Tried to keep himself still so he wouldn’t hurt his omega. This was intimate, too, in a whole different way.

  Ian leaned back, so Brad slid out of his mouth with a soft pop. Then Ian gulped down air, licking his lips. “I practiced some a long time ago. It’s not my first time. Just had to get used to it again.”

  Something hot and possessive coiled through Brad’s gut. Yeah, sure, Ian was older than him. He had history with other alphas before Brad. But he was here now, in their room, and Brad didn’t want him thinking of anyone else. “You’re mine.”

  He stepped around Ian, kicking off his own pants and underwear. Then he crouched behind his omega, letting his cock drag down Ian’s spine. Ian trembled, breathing out shakily. “Gods, you’re big.”

  “Present for me,” Brad growled, squeezing Ian’s hips. “You’re mine. No one else’s.”

  “Yours,” Ian breathed.

  He leaned forward on all fours, parting his legs. Then he reached behind himself, grasping one cheek, spreading himself open.

  Brad grew so hard, it hurt. He pressed himself between Ian’s cheeks, grinding against his tight hole.