by D J Heart
Sam needed Jack’s knot.
"Great. You just stay here and relax while I grab a quick shower, and then we’ll go to school. I can’t wait for you to meet all my friends!"
Jack got off the bed, leaving Sam to rest awkwardly against the headboard, and ran to the shower. Sam watched him leave, still processing.
They were going to school? But what about sex? Sam couldn’t help but pout.
Jack popped his head out of the bathroom, a huge grin on his face. "If you want to clean up a little before we go you should do it now, I won’t mind."
"Okay," Sam said, not sure what else there was to say. He wondered why Jack would mind him cleaning up, and then he realized that his face was essentially crusted with the alpha’s come.
He must reek, and Jack was no doubt loving it. Sam blushed, glad that Jack didn’t want him to go to school looking like some kind of sex fiend. Omegas had to deal with enough stereotypes as it was, showing up at school reeking of sex would only make it worse.
He got off the bed and pulled up his jeans. Walking with the plug inside of him was weird, but not painful.
Feeling weird, Sam walked back to his room to get cleaned up.
After he’d washed his face and ass, Sam tucked his t-shirt into his jeans and studied himself in the mirror. He looked dorky. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and studied himself again.
Better.
Jack barged into his room, startling him.
"Are you ready?"
Sam nodded, swallowing. Jack looked like his every high school fantasy come to life. He wore a navy blue letterman jacket with black sleeves, biceps bulging through the leather material, zipped open to reveal a painted on polo shirt. His tight jeans and biker boots completed the look.
No one at Sam’s old school had looked anything like Jack, and that was probably for the best. Sam wouldn’t have managed to get any work done with a distraction like this around.
"Great. Let’s go, you just need a jacket."
Sam went to his closet and put on his coat, pulling on his sneakers while he was at it. The plug in his hole pressed down on his prostate when he bent down, and he wondered if he’d get used to it or if the plug would be this intense all day. When he turned around Jack was there, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
Jack rushed him toward the elevator, stopping by the outer closet and retrieving two helmets and a pair of biker gloves.
Sam swallowed. They were going to school on a motorcycle? Sam had never been on a bike before, and he’d never particularly wanted to.
They were dangerous.
Jack handed him his helmet and slung an arm over his shoulder, leading him to the elevator and then down into the parking garage.
The elevator doors opened up to reveal a row of gleaming cars, and a bike parked in the corner. Sam didn’t know much about cars, but he did know that the cars he was looking at had to be worth a fortune.
Jack ignored the line of parked cars and headed right for the bike, lifting his arm off Sam’s shoulder as he walked up to it. He put on his helmet and gloves, flipping open the visor so that Sam could see his face.
Sam clutched his own helmet in a tight grip.
"Isn’t it nice?" Jack asked. He slid his gloved hand over the seat, caressing it in a way that made Sam’s stomach feel weird and fluttery. When Jack looked up he was grinning. "My dad got it for my eighteenth birthday last year."
His dad? That was a relief. It was nice to know that Jack’s whole family didn’t suck as much as Elliot.
When Sam looked up from the seat of the bike, he saw that Jack was still waiting for an answer to his question.
"It’s big," he said. He didn’t know anything about cars or motorcycles, but he could tell that the bike was powerful.
Jack laughed. "Yeah. I fucking love it. Put on your helmet and get on."
Jack straddled the bike and turned to look at Sam. Feeling nervous, Sam pulled the helmet over his head. It was a tight fit, and for a second he felt claustrophobic.
"Can you hear me?" Jack asked. His voice was loud in Sam’s ear. Jumping, Sam grinned when he realized that the helmets must have mikes and speakers so that they could communicate.
"Yeah. That’s neat."
Jack closed the visor on his helmet and leaned forward. The move showed off the top of his muscular ass, and Sam couldn’t help but stare. He swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth, bearing down on the plug in his ass as his cock pressed against the front of his jeans.
He was so horny.
"Get on," Jack instructed, scooting forward a little. Sam climbed on, nowhere near as graceful as Jack, and hugged the alpha’s waist. Sitting down on the plug was both wonderful and excruciating.
"Nah, you’ve got to really hold on tight!" Jack laughed, grabbing Sam’s wrists and pulling him forward.
The rough handling made Sam’s cock throb, and he let out a breathy moan. Jack froze, still gripping Sam’s wrists, and Sam could hear his labored breathing coming through loud and clear in the helmet’s speakers. He ground his ass down, pushing the plug deeper and rocking it inside of him. The resulting pleasure made him groan.
Jack’s shoulders rose and fell dramatically with his harsh breathing, and his grip on Sam’s wrists was painfully tight. After a few seconds he visibly forced himself to relax,
"You ready?" he asked, as though the air wasn’t tight with sexual tension. He positioned Sam’s arms where he wanted them and let go, bringing his hands to the handlebars.
"I think so," Sam said. He was disappointed. For a second there he’d thought Jack would bend him over the bike and fuck him right there in the parking lot. He squeezed his arms around Jack’s waist, marveling at how broad he was.
"Hold on tight," Jack said, starting the bike. Sam closed his eyes and squeezed harder, and before he knew it they were off.
Jack
Having Sam with him at school was just as much fun as Jack had predicted. They sat together in class, sharing a desk and sitting thigh to thigh, and at lunch Jack’s unmated alpha friends were suitably envious.
It almost made up for the fact that he wasn’t on the team anymore.
"Have you had to discipline him yet?" Payton asked just before lunch was over. He looked right at Sam as he asked the question, licking his lips like the idea of Sam being punished was an appealing one.
Jack frowned, wondering how he could be so insensitive. Alphas might have the right to punish their omegas, but talking about it while Sam was right there just seemed mean.
"No, of course not," he said, shooting Sam a smile.
"Keep it in your fucking pants, Payton," Drew, the new captain of the team, berated his friend. Payton and Drew were usually stuck together like two grains of rice, but they couldn’t be more different. While Drew was nice to everyone, Payton only tolerated those he considered his friends. Everyone else was fair game to bully and belittle.
Sam had kept it under control while he was captain, but Drew wasn’t having as much success.
"What? I was just wondering what kind of omega Sam is," Payton defended himself.
"I pity whoever you end up with," Maria, Drew’s girlfriend, said. She was a beta, and her relationship with Drew was complicated. She couldn’t stand anything that reeked of alpha privilege, which was basically the defining trait of Drew’s whole group of friends.
"I can’t wait to get an omega," Payton said, ignoring her. "I’m gonna be such a fucking hard-ass."
"Don’t be a dick," Drew warned. Payton shrugged, letting it go. Jack looked at Sam to see if he was bothered by the talk about punishments, but it didn’t look like he was paying attention to the conversation at all.
Jack grinned. He’d taken Sam to an empty classroom between each class and before lunch, and each time he’d pumped more air into his plug.
Sam’s cock had been hard each time, and Jack had jerked him off to completion a total of three times—and they still had two periods to go. At this rate Sam would be coming dry by the time the
y got home.
"What’s it like having to share him?" Drew asked, looking curious. Jack shrugged.
"I don’t mind. We’re a pack—it’s how it is. I’m just glad we have him at all."
Drew nodded, though it didn’t look like he understood. Being the only werewolf in his group of friends, Jack was used to his wolfy instincts being indecipherable. Sharing Sam with his pack was nothing at all like sharing him with a random alpha. Just the thought of someone like Payton putting his hands on Sam made his blood boil.
Before they could discuss it further the bell rang and they had to head back to class. Jack rose, and then waited for Sam to stand. The omega moved slowly, and when he finally started walking he moved with a funny, bow-legged walk.
It was as amusing as it was hot, and Jack couldn’t wait to get home to reap the rewards of his efforts.
His knot was going to feel so good buried in Sam’s ass.
***
Sam
When Sam and Jack finally got home from school, Sam felt like he was going to go insane. Jack had made him come four times over the course of the day, and he’d pumped so much air into the plug in Sam’s ass that Sam thought he was going to burst.
The ride home on Jack’s motorcycle had been both hellish and wonderful.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jack said once the door closed behind them. He grabbed Sam under his arms and lifted him up in a bear hug, rushing to the bedroom without either of them taking off their shoes or jackets.
Legs dangling in the air, Sam struggled to breathe as Jack squeezed him tight. He didn’t have to go without breath for long, however. Jack threw him down on the bed, making him bounce, and started undressing with a haste that made him clumsy.
Turning around so that he was on his back, Sam almost laughed at Jack’s frantic attempts to get off his boots. His jeans were pushed down to his ankles, his cock like a heavy club in his compression shorts, and there was no way he was getting his boots off without first pulling up his jeans.
“Get naked!” Jack cried when he looked up and saw Sam watching him. Sam obeyed, kicking off his shoes and squirming out of his jeans and shirt while Jack lifted his pants back up, toed off his boots, and finally managed to get it all off.
Jack grinned, letting his jacket fall to the floor. He yanked off his shirt in one smooth motion, exposing his rippled abs and defined chest. Sam’s cock twitched, and he couldn’t believe how hard he was considering how many times he’d blown his load in the last eight hours.
“You like?” Jack asked, flexing his arms and preening for Sam. His muscles were impressive, bulging and hard, and drool pooled in Sam’s mouth as he nodded.
Jack still hadn’t taken off his tight compression shorts, and Sam had to admit he was a little relieved. Jack’s cock was tucked down against his thigh, and if the underwear hadn’t been of the extra long type—reaching down just above his knee—a good couple of inches of Jack’s cock would have been showing.
The monster had to be eleven inches long, at least.
“Tell me what you like about me,” Jack demanded, climbing up on the bed and pushing Sam’s knees up apart. He settled down in the space he’d made, staring down at Sam with a happy grin.
Jack was muscular and undeniably an alpha, but even towering over him like this, his huge cock straining the fabric of his Under Armour, Sam didn’t feel dominated or scared.
“You’re nice,” Sam said, and Jack huffed out a breath. It was both amused and exasperated.
“Thanks, but I meant more along the lines of these babies.” Jack held up his arms and flexed his biceps, leaning down and kissing each in turn. It was hot, but mostly ridiculous. Sam started laughing. Without Jack holding his knees up, he let his legs fall down on either side of Jack’s body.
Jack pouted, but his eyes were dancing.
“I bet if Max did that you wouldn’t start laughing,” he complained, lowering his arms and sliding his hands up Sam’s thighs. Sam shuddered, the thought of Max in Jack’s place making him feel nervous and hot.
Mostly he was glad that he was with Jack now, but he had to admit there was a part of him that was excited to see just what Max had planned for him.
“You’re not Max,” he said. “But that’s good. I like you the way you are.”
Jack grinned wider and pushed Sam’s legs down flat. He lifted his knees and crawled over them, moving up so that he was straddling Sam’s stomach. Sam could feel the heat of Jack’s body, and the hard muscle of his thighs pressed against him on either side.
The huge cock was that much closer.
“I’m glad,” said Jack, his expression playful. He lowered himself down so that he was sitting on Sam’s stomach, licking his lips as he reached down and started rolling Sam’s nipples between his thumb and index fingers.
It felt amazing.
Sam gasped, the feeling in his nipples going right to his cock and making it throb. He clenched down on the plug in his ass, feeling overwhelmed and needy.
“I like these,” Jack said, pinching down gently. Sam bucked, and Jack laughed. He slid his hands up Sam’s chest and toward his neck. “And this.” He traced his claiming bite.
Sam was breathing hard, Jack’s blunt fingers moving over his skin and leaving electricity in their wake. He couldn’t believe how good a simple brush of fingers over his throat could feel.
“That feels so good,” he moaned, reaching up and catching Jack’s hand when he made to pull it away. Jack froze, but then he pulled his hand away despite Sam’s grip on it.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” he said, his voice dark. He shuffled forward until he was straddling Sam’s arms and upper chest, effectively pinning him. He loomed over Sam like some kind of joyful sex god.
Looking up, Sam’s vision was filled with the huge bulge in Jack’s pants. Up close it was even more intimidating than it was from a distance. He could see the massive head and bulging knot through the stretchy fabric of Jack’s compression shorts, and even the veins running down the shaft were visible.
That he’d had that thing inside of him blew his mind.
“Come on,” Jack prompted, grabbing a fistful of Sam’s hair and pulling his head up. There was a thrill of pain that made Sam’s balls pull up, and the next thing he knew his face was smothered in Jack’s bulge.
The scent of musk, sweat and alpha was overwhelming, and Sam couldn’t help but open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue. He bathed the hard outline of Jack’s cock with spit, the taste of spandex, sweat and alpha filling his mouth and making him shudder.
“Fuck, Sam. That’s so… that’s so good,” Jack moaned, using his grip on Sam’s hair to rub him up and down over his cock. He started thrusting his hips, and slowly but surely Sam was pressed back until his head was on the mattress and Jack was grinding his bulge down onto his face.
Moving forward, Jack lay down on the bed so that his thighs bracketed Sam’s head, and started dry-humping his face.
Sam was in heaven.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Jack froze, his thighs tensing, rolling off Sam’s face when Sam tilted his head and started mouthing at the base of his knot. Jumping off the bed, he looked down at Sam.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he explained, a little out of breath. Sam exhaled slowly; his face drenched with sweat and pre-cum, and licked his lips.
They tasted salty.
“I… okay,” he said at last, missing the feel of Jack’s bulge pressing against his cheek. Jack clapped his hands together, the loud sound making Sam jump.
“Good. I want to stretch you out some more before I knot you. Think you can take it?”
Sam hesitated, his ass already so full it felt like he was going to burst, but after a few seconds he nodded.
“Great. I think we’re good on width, but we need to go a little deeper before I can fuck you without making it hurt. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” Jack got a thoughtful look on his face. “Though maybe I should come now, so that I don’t rush things? It’
s not like I can’t come again in a little while—especially if I don’t knot you.”
He looked at Sam like he expected his input. Sam swallowed, the next words out of his mouth surprising him.
“I could suck you off?”
Jack’s pupils went dark, and he froze. He reminded Sam of a predator who had just spotted prey, and the reaction thrilled him.
“Yeah?” Jack asked, a slow grin curving his mouth. He took a step forward and pushed his shorts down, freeing his cock. It bounced up, and Sam’s eyes widened.
