Baby For My Omega (MPreg Hospital Book 1)

by Dex Bass

  “What’s going on there? Are they blaming everything on that big bad alpha Adam Albright?”

  “Not really.” Oscar wanted to tell Adam that the hospital was hurting without him and that he owed it to Springville’s mpreg men to go back to taking care of them.

  “They’re getting a taste of their own medicine over there. I’m glad for them.” Adam shook his head and wrapped his left arm around Oscar’s shoulder, while looking into Oscar’s eyes.

  “What do you mean, taste of my own medicine?”

  “I worked there for how many years listening to all the anti-alpha shit being said, by people who usually thought I was trustworthy.” Adam slid his arm out from behind Oscar’s back in order to gesture his frustration into the air. “Untrustworthy, because I’m an alpha.”

  “You are trustworthy. Of course.”

  “Yeah. But according to them, that Dylan guy and his minions, I can’t possibly be trustworthy if I’m an alpha.”

  “Well, you’re mated now. To me.” Adam didn’t need reminding of that, but Oscar loved to say it and hear himself saying it.

  “I should be grateful to them for sort-of accepting me to work there if I’m mated, right? Because it’s not enough that I’m probably the number one male pregnancy doctor in the world. I can’t be trustworthy in their eyes unless I’m mated. And even then, not totally trustworthy in their eyes. I don’t need that kind of crap.” With his manly, hairy hand, Adam waved away the imaginary houseflies that were MPreg Hospital’s human resources department.

  “Think about the patients, Adam.” Oscar gave Adam a wet kiss on his strong, scraggly jaw. It was like kissing warm sagebrush. Oscar loved it.

  “Those same patients that I can’t be trusted around because I’m an alpha? Those patients?” Adam exhaled wearily.

  “Yeah, but you know, it’s not their fault that there’s alphaphobia in the world. Some of those patients are alphas themselves. All of those patients are alphas or omegas or their babies. The babies especially are innocent victims.”

  “I think journalist Oscar Oliphant is trying to apply pressure on me to return to work at Mpreg Hospital?” Adam leaned in toward Oscar’s face, then nibbled slightly at his nose. Adam was like a gentle lion: big face and teeth, powerful body and jaws, and Oscar felt so safe with him, even when Adam was playfully nibbling at his nose.

  “Yeah, I might just be trying to convince you. Being pregnant hasn’t made me forget my social responsibility.” Oscar returned Adam’s nose-nibble. Adam fake-screamed in shock when Oscar gently touched his own teeth to the tip of Adam’s nose. It was funny when big alpha Adam screamed in mock fear at Oscar’s teeth.

  “So if, and that’s if, I consider going back to work at MPreg Hospital—” Adam slowly started to say.

  “I’ll bake you chocolate cupcakes and suck your dick every morning before work, I promise.” Oscar held his pinky out in a hook toward Adam’s pinky. That was a promise.

  “I didn’t know you can bake!”

  “I can’t bake. I’d learn for you though. But I already know how to suck your dick.” Oscar kissed Adam’s cheek again, and gave a firm, loving squeeze to Adam’s dick through Adam’s pants.

  “That doesn’t sound too bad. It sounds great, actually.”

  “Oh yeah?” Oscar grinned and started to lift himself up off the couch. A pregnancy cramp seared through his lower abdomen. “Ouch ow ow, hold on a second.”

  “Cramp?”

  “Yeah. Got an abdominal cramp. Just give me a minute.” Oscar’s

  “You’re lucky that your boyfriend’s a male pregnancy doctor so he’s pretty familiar with this situation.” Adam smiled.

  “Yeah. I just worry about all the omegas whose boyfriends aren’t male pregnancy doctors, you know?”

  “Alright.” Adam lay his head back contemplatively. “Let’s just think about how we’re gonna do this.”

  “How I’m gonna make love to your alpha dick?” Oscar asked in his best cheeky omega voice. The cramp wasn’t so bad. He managed to lift his torso up on the sofa, then slide his whole body down the leather sofa. He was kneeling on the floor next to the sofa.

  Without even a word about it, Adam was already undoing his pants. That was hot. Adam loosened his pants and underwear to let out into the air his musky alpha smell of pheromones, precum, and a slight tinge of piss.

  “Well, in addition to you sucking my dick and all.” Adam smiled and looked down at Oscar. “We should plan how I’m going to go back to work at MPreg Hospital.”

  “I guess,” Oscar said. He pulled down a bit more on Adam’s pants to give himself full oral access to the prize inside. “We can tell everybody that we’re mated. Openly be a couple.” Oscar kissed the base of Adam’s dick.

  “And you’re ok with all your TV fans knowing that you’re not single and ready to mingle?” Adam asked.

  Oscar teasingly flicked the very tip of his tongue on the very tip of Adam’s dickhead. Adam exhaled deeply and bit down on his lower lip. Oscar flicked his tongue on the dickhead again, then withdrew it to answer Adam’s question. “I like being honest with my viewers,” Oscar said, looking up into Adam’s eyes. “I know a lot of my fans are horny alphas dreaming about making me theirs. If they stop watching after they know I’m mated — well, that’s their choice.”

  With those words, Oscar puckered his wet lips and slid Adam’s dick into them, going into his mouth all the way until his throat. He planted his nose firmly in Adam’s pubes to smell his beautiful alpha sex aroma. Adam’s pubes smelled like deep forest or jungle: earthy but clean, musky but fresh. The smell shot from Oscar’s nose to his brain to his dick. It made him hornier and hungrier for Adam’s dick.

  “And that’s one of the reasons you’re my choice, Oscar,” Adam said. “You always stand up for your beliefs. I love that.”

  Oscar gave Adam’s cock a deep suck and bobbed his head up and down to rub Adam’s cockhead up against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat. It felt like Adam’s cockhead was massaging his tonsils. Oscar licked the veiny shaft to show his appreciation and love for his man. He raised his mouth off of Adam’s dick — for a second, anyway.

  “And I love you because you have a huge dick.” Oscar laughed mischievously. “Actually, I love you also because of your passion to help patients at MPreg Hospital. And I’ll be happy if you can go back into helping people like that.” Oscar cupped Adam’s big, stiff balls with his left hand. With his right hand he gripped Adam’s dick, like a baseball bat.

  “You love that more than you love my big alpha dick?”

  “Almost.” Oscar ran the tip of his tongue up the vein of Adam’s cock, then plunged Adam’s dick back into his mouth. He sucked hard. He pushed the dickhead back into his throat and tried to swallow it as deeply as he could — that was what deepthroating was supposed to be, even though Oscar had never tried deepthroating anybody before he’d met Adam.

  Actually, Oscar had never done anything sexual before meeting Adam. Other than jacking off, of course, while looking at web galleries of hot shirtless alphas.

  Adam’s girthy dick filling his mouth did want to make him gag, a little bit. It pressed down on every part of his mouth, his tongue, and the beginning of the throat. The dick was growing more erect and its size was becoming more of a strain on the limits of Oscar’s mouth. What had previously been a tonsil massage felt more like a tonsil pushing-and-shoving now.

  Obviously, Adam was horny, very, very horny. His hardening dick showed it. His head thrown back in ecstasy and his fast breathing showed it. The beads of sweat running down his face showed it. “You’re deepthroating me,” Adam muttered from his haze of sexual ecstasy. Oscar already knew that he was deepthroating Adam. But it felt great to hear Adam say it. And appreciate it. “You’re so fucking amazing at this.”

  Oscar shoved Adam’s dick farther and farther up into his mouth. He sucked on it with his mouth while pushing it in with his hands to get it deeper in.

  “Oh fuck,” Adam mumbled. Os
car fluttered his tongue across the underside of Adam’s shaft. There wasn’t much else he could do with his tongue when Adam’s big dick was filling his whole mouth. He sucked hard and tried to slurp and blow a bit, as much as he could with nine inches of Adam’s man-meat filling him. Adam’s closed his eyes and opened his mouth and moaned softly. He was actually drooling with overwhelmed arousal.

  Adam bucked up into Oscar’s moth. Adam’s whole body thrust into Oscar’s face. Adam’s thighs and ass were contracting, pumping. His dick shook and pulsed in Oscar’s mouth. The cum started gushing into Oscar’s throat. It was like drinking from a wet, salty firehose. Oscar loved it.

  “Cumming in your mouth now,” Adam announced. As if Oscar needed to be told. Adam’s gobs of cum were shooting into him in long, goopy squirts. The cum hit the back of his throats and his tonsils and some of it splashed back up to Oscar’s tongue where he could taste it. Salty and sweet and pure alpha sex: the same pure alpha sex that Adam had shot deep in his ass to make him pregnant. Now Oscar could taste it in his mouth, smell it, worship it.

  Adam bucked again. Then again, slightly less intensely. With every movement of Adam’s, Oscar got a gush of warm, fertile liquid down his throat.

  “Oh, fuck, I came big,” Adam muttered. His mouth was still half-open. He was still breathing quickly. He sounded like he was high.

  Oscar gripped the base of the massive cock and started to pull t out of his mouth. It wouldn’t go. It was held back in his throat. There was knotting again — give an alpha an orgasm and he’ll give you an expanded dickhead deep in your orifices. Adam’s dickhead was lodged like a cum-dripping mushroom head expanded inside Oscar’s throat.

  The feeling was hot. Adam had cum inside him. Adam wanted him, badly. He’d managed to sexually satisfy Adam, using just his mouth, so much that Adam’s dickhead knotted up.

  Oscar was just barely managing to breathe past the knotted dickhead in his throat. But the sexual experience of it was awesome, and well worth any short-term discomfort.

  Oscar rotated his head and mouth slowly to continue milking all the gooey man-syrup out of Adam’s orgasm. Adam slowly caught his breath again. The fire-alarm-red color slightly faded from his face. Adam’s dickhead very slowly went back to its normal unknotted size. Oscar squeezed and cupped Adam’s balls with his right hand, while with his left hand he gently gripped the base of Adam’s semi-hard dick and slid it out of his mouth.

  First order of business: breathing again. Deeply. Without a knotted dick in his mouth. At least. Even if he missed that dick filling his mouth. Second order of business: getting up to mount Adam on the sofa again, taste his lips again, make out with him again.

  “Ouch again—” Oscar moaned when he tried to get up from kneeling and felt the throbbing cramp below his stomach.

  “Cramps again? Good thing your jaw doesn’t cramp.”

  “Who knows, maybe it will.” Oscar smiled, as impishly as possible. “Maybe it’ll cramp around your dick and I’ll have to keep your dick in my mouth forever. Like knotting in reverse.”

  “Doesn’t sound so bad at all. When do we start?” Adam grinned.

  “Good way to show MPreg Hospital that you’re mated, right, Doctor Albright? Bring your omega to work with your dick still in his mouth?” Oscar’s cramp subsided and he stood up, then straddled Adam’s lap, Adam’s half-erect, cum-and-saliva-soaked dick comfortably pushing up against Oscar’s pants. “I’d accompany you to work with your alpha dick down my throat even if I didn’t have a mouth cramp.”

  “That’s devotion.” Adam leaned up slightly to kiss Oscar. His powerful abs contracted; Oscar could feel and see that bulk of alpha six-pack muscle even through Adam’s shirt. Oscar ran his finger over Adam’s barely hidden six-pack.

  “That’s love,” Oscar answered. “Till death do us part and all that stuff.”

  “Speaking of which,” Adam said, while laying his palms on Oscar’s lower back.

  “Matching side-by-side tombstones?” Oscar asked.

  “No. Stop being morbid.” Adam shook his head.

  “Sorry. Being a reporter. See death all the time.”

  “So do I, unfortunately, as a doctor. Anyway. I just think maybe we should make it official for all the world and get married.”

  “I’d love to.” Oscar gave Adam’s nose another playful bite. He slurped a bit at the tip too. Adam shrieked in pretend-pain as he always did.

  “You know, to make our relationship official,” Adam said. And for the hospital to see that I’m officially mated. Not one of those dangerous unmated alphas.”

  “You’re just a dangerous mated alpha, right?” Oscar kissed Adam’s earlobe.

  “Exactly.”

  “So you’ll consider going back to work at the hospital?”

  “For you, yeah. And for the patients, yeah. I don’t have any love for the hospital itself. Or maybe a little bit. But I’m doing it for you. You convinced me.”

  “I don’t want you to do something like that just for me. I was trying to show you that it’s a good thing for you to do. I want you to see the reasons yourself, not to do it as a favor to me.”

  “Ok, I confess: I realize it’s a good thing to do, and I do miss working there.” Adam shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “And I don’t want to leave all those patients stranded.”

  “Do you want me to put you in touch with the hospital to let them know? It’s the news they’ve been waiting for.”

  “How about we just invite the hospital crew to our wedding? And announce it then?”

  “Good idea too.”

  “With my own caveats, of course.”

  “You’re all about the caveats.” Oscar again ran his hand over Adam’s six-pack.

  “Those are muscles, not caveats.” Adam took Oscar’s hand. He brought Oscar’s fingers to his lips for a kiss. The rough, dry feeling of Adam’s lips on Oscar’s hand suddenly turned into warm wetness, tongue, sucking, the inside of Adam’s mouth. Adam was sucking on Oscar’s fingers. He made sure to suck on each of Oscar’s fingers individually before letting go. “I just want to give them rules, caveats, like they have to allow me to treat you, even though normally treating your own partners and relatives is prohibited. And they have to stop treating alphas like dangerous lepers.”

  “Lepers or lechers, yeah.” Oscar brought his crotch closer to Adam’s, so Oscar’s clothed cock touched Adam’s still naked cock. He extended his arms out to the sofa to brace himself, then leaned down again to kiss Adam. He’d been teaching himself to brace himself and use his arms and legs for support when leaning or bending. His body was heavier and he felt weaker and clumsier than he’d ever been. Of course, it was the good kind of suffering: every time he felt it, he only thought of the beautiful baby he and Adam would have in eight or so months.

  “Maybe I’m a lecher, but I have my professional ethics. I want MPreg Hospital to respect my professional ethics just as I respect the hospital and its patients.” Adam shook his head.

  “I know. I get you, Adam.”

  “Which is why I want to marry you.”

  “While I can still walk down the aisle without having to stop to catch my breath every few steps.”

  “If that happens, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” Adam leaned in and pecked Oscar’s neck.

  “Me and our baby inside me, you mean.”

  “Exactly. These alpha arms can handle it.” Adam flexed for Oscar. It was a slightly immature thing for a thirty-year-old physician to do, flexing his muscles for his boyfriend, but Oscar loved the gesture anyway.

  Adam was proud of his muscle arms — his way of relaxing on breaks was heading down to the hospital gym — and Oscar let him have it. The muscles definitely were impressive. And beautiful. And sexy. Just like all of Adam was.

  Seven

  “I haven’t worn a suit since med school graduation.” Adam shook his head at Oscar’s face in the mirror in front of him. Adam stared at his own tie knot in the mirror. It was somehow wrong: too big and lopside
d. Back in medical school Adam always had classmates helping him with his tie-tying in exchange for help with their lab reports. Now, he had Oscar to help him, not in exchange for anything.

  “Here. Let me do it.” Oscar stood behind Adam. Oscar looked over Adam’s blocky shoulder, then either down at the tie or ahead into the mirror at the reflection of the tie. Adam wasn’t sure which.

  Oscar tied and brought the ends of the tie over and under, until he was done. Oscar made the knot perfectly symmetrical, compact, and plain beautiful. He adjusted it slightly at Adam’s collar. Adam didn’t have to lift a finger. Oscar was obviously happy with himself. “That’s one thing we TV guys know how to do: put on a tie,” Oscar said to Adam’s face in the mirror, as if he was talking to a camera. “Not much else we know. But putting on a tie, we know.”

  “Well, we alphas — we know knotting.” Adam grinned into the mirror, looking for Oscar’s knowing smile back. “But not ties.”

  “I know you know knotting.” Oscar was whispering. This was going to be sexy. “I wish I could ask you to prove to me right now how well you knot. In my ass and in my mouth.”

  “I love it when my sweet little three-month-pregnant omega talks like that.”

  “And I love being your sassy omega bitch with my ass, then with my mouth.” Oscar rubbed his hard dick through his dress pants on Adam’s thighs and ass cheeks.

  “I wish we could fuck right now,” Adam mumbled, watching Oscar’s hands smoothing out Adam’s tie. “But getting married to you is just about the only thing that’s worth delaying a hot fuck for.”

  “We’ve got this place booked for all day.” Oscar pressed his chest into Adam’s back, then gave Adam’s mouth a kiss. “And the ceremony’s only going to last an hour.”