by Emma Knox
Robbie liked that.
I felt I was doing ok. “I’m literally reaching over for your brandy to hose down all this sexual tension I’m feeling for you.” I had my fingers on that shot glass with Robbie who leaned closer to me and coyly brushed against my knuckles to take the shot glass back.
“Where do you want us to go?”
“I should try that gentleman tone and say it’s up to you? Wherever we can be alone?”
“And will we be talking?” Robbie rubbed his thumb and index finger up-and-down the glass enticingly: with his shoulder pointed at me.
“How about you word it more bluntly to me, Robbie? I know you want to.”
“Ok.” Robbie lowered his eyes to my lips then back to my irises. “Do you want to talk or fuck?”
I held my ear lobe and stretched it to really understand that all I received from Robbie was, “Fuck. I want to fuck.”
I’m sure I saw Robbie’s eyes fall to my crotch? And when it did, he shot that brandy down and swallowed it quicker than my ass getting up from that stool…before adding to the rush of him giving me a clear message to follow with his eye-rope.
I wanted to order a bottle for the road, but the bartender said that it wasn’t allowed. Robbie was already near the exit and he was quite the puzzle to me: old Omegas tended to be stiffer than a paralyzed pedestrian caught by a honking lorry. He hadn’t told me his age, but I could tell the aging lines of elder Omega’s that burdened them like a foam intoxicating what once was.
If they had a broken tale it was more prominent to discover. And it ran deeper than their stares. Robbie had trouble holding my own when we left the bar, but he was in the mood for my tongue down his throat that started with an itchiness — which he physically got rid of down the side of his neck with his blunt nails scratching that scratched away.
He had a nice neckline that I traced to the side of his Adam’s apple when he slanted to the right. And when he caught me doing that, I maintained that confident anecdote of wanting him to know that tonight I would make his woes disappear…even if it was for those brief hours.
Chapter 3
Robbie
I was nervous when I left that bar with Sean. Not only was he what I didn’t need to be dealing with at that present time, but he was smart enough to pick up on something that I didn’t want any other Alpha to know. My concealment of desperation. And that was the nervous itch that kept bugging me into red streaks leftover from my scratching against the same spot.
I was ready to devour the first Alpha that would take me as his own. Or that’s what I told myself when I entered the speed dating room to be a desert. It was already a forfeit for me to leave with such a young buck who walked with his hand down his pants every few seconds to check if he had something to be embarrassed about.
Sean kept pretending to wipe a stain that never seemed to disappear from his crotch as we walked back to my place. When I thought about how risky it was to invite a stranger back to mine it turned me on even more: temperature higher than the sun that was rumoured to be missing the next day.
His legs were spread, and he’d keep lowering his head to a position where I thought he was trying to count how many balls he had. I would hope there was only two down there. But it was enjoyable to see how zany Sean was without diminishing any of his sex appeal. I could make-out the vanity of a gym enthusiast underneath his short-sleeved t-shirt that wasn’t totally reaching the bottom of his diaphragm. And when he bent over, I saw the beauty of his external obliques that were close to his spine.
Sean was doing his own teasing, and when we reached my door it was hard for me to keep my hands to myself when he brusquely flipped around with his light grey eyes seedily probing his urge to unbutton my shirt. To get a chance to unlock the door I had to go around his waist and try not to touch him…not just yet: like a kinetic pulse growing and growing and waiting to explode!
I found the lock in the dark, but my whole body was pressed closely upon Sean who was holding his breath just like I was when I heard the faint click after two-rounds of twisting the key as my mouth touched his own.
I pushed the door open and fought to hold his gaze. And he backed-up into my home; gripping my shirt front and taking a button with him as we stepped over the door’s sill and landed in my ten-yard foyer. Then Sean impressively led me into my own living room that was on the right — and let go of my shirt with a ka-plonk-down on my white leather sofa.
I didn’t give Sean a chance to compliment how nice my place was in his laid-back swagger…I stood before him with a confidence borrowed from Zeus and unbuttoned my shirt like 1-2-3-4-5-6-with my torso revealed and Sean rubbed his hands until the friction he created was good enough to warm the whole living room.
Sean’s t-shirt came off when he got to his feet, and we gripped the back of each other’s necks with me moving in for the first kiss that immediately turned into a lizard tussle of tongues and salvia. I felt Sean’s hand rub across my chest — and then down my torso until he found his hands inside my boxers with every breath I took turning me into the reddest lipstick on a female’s lips.
His kisses then found their way to the sides of my neck as he pecked and drew me in to suckle my neck until I moaned out, “Oh,” in such a choir boy moan.
But I wanted to see if I still had it and stopped him from doing that by holding his face inside of my hands and licking his chest; neck; chin; and engulfing his tongue that was waiting to be gift wrapped inside my own mouth. But I ignored the tongue and licked him all over his face which weirdly excited Sean because the way I did it was sensually with the tip.
I then pulled his hand from my boxers, so he could see that I wanted to have each finger individually slobbered upon as he did me a kind favour down below. I looked him straight in the eyes as I slowed…down…the…finger…sucking…process. And when I was done with Sean’s fingers, I placed them down his own denim jeans front, and really rubbed off that melanin tan from him.
Sean’s mouth was flung open and I used my other hand to unbutton my trousers. Sean was distracted between me captivatingly letting my slacks drop — and the fact that a jack rabbit couldn’t keep up with how much fire I was creating with the final scrub on his genitals.
I dropped to my knees when I was finished…and Sean was so enticed that he let me watch the two buttons clip-clip out of place with the start of his sky-blue plaid and red boxers show that he was bigger than seven inches. I did the full cycle spin with my pink clapper as Sean practically flew out his draws and kicked them off his ankles: and it reached my radiator.
“What you going to do next, Robbie?” Sean was teasing me himself as he held his long john with the anticipation to what my clapper would do. He gave me the stick-up and I plunged to deep throat him back to the sofa. He gripped me by the back of the skull as I never reduced the speed of my suction-back-suction-back-suction-back – and then Sean thrusted-thrusted-oh-la-la-and my cheeks felt the hardening of that rod.
When Sean pulled it out completely, I felt face-fucked to the core! And my eyes eagerly started to stroke my own hump that was wondering when it would get some attention, but Sean backed up to sofa and sat upright. “I want you to stand up.”
I obeyed…we were both stroking in unison and at the same pace a tortoise would travel. I was close to moans, but I held back through gritted teeth as Sean didn’t need to tell me turn around; stand straight; and take off those boxers so that he could see where he wanted to pierce with that erection. I next felt his hand warmly drag me back; and then he sat down and spread open my cheeks for his tongue to enter my anus.
It was an eruption of emotions churned in a grinder of forgetfulness. I hadn’t remembered the dry spell that I had been through. It was so orgasmic the way he did it: full of forcefulness as he tried to depart the opening that was tighter after all those years. But the lubricant of his spittle which he slobbered over me was working wonders and it didn’t take Sean long to bring out the failing respiratory system.
Sean ke
pt with the licking until I could no longer stand up straight and had to position myself on top of him with haste! He got me balanced, and then it slotted in and I squirmed at how it felt like a never-ending insertion. But when I became comfortable, I wasted no time in working my rectum to a familiarity with how Sean liked to be worked!
I found that what got him stroking me up-and-down as I rested against his chest was doing the merry-go-round, and then slightly closing my legs while I changed the directional pad to forward and back — but building up my speed with the stride of Sean’s heartbeat so we could connect. I was determined to please Sean, and that was cemented with each caress on my groin that inflicted me into closing my eyes and spreading my legs to enter the deeper stages.
The deeper stages were me with my palms gripped on his thighs as I raised myself off his lap. I then rowed Sean’s machine as he began to squeeze all the life out of my stiffy. And I loved that he stroked with that squeeze; and his groans of sensuality were climbing the mountains and singing the horniest melodies which kept me going.
And his softening voice hit the right spot to, “Keep going.” The next, was louder, “Keep going like that, Robbie!” The final had us both grasping to last a few moments longer, but one of us had to give in…and it wouldn’t be me as I felt a load of satisfaction wanting to burst not only from myself, but from Sean who was tensing so badly I feared he would damage my insides!
All I could hear from him was, “Oooooooo-arghhh!” And It was the concoction that assembled into why his legs began to shake while I bounced on his knees with the pile-driver that sent me to the roof…and then crashed back down onto Sean’s lap after every ten-lift-offs: I was sore, and he was done!
Sean collapsed wearily onto the sofa with his fingers gliding down my spine: I felt the shape of a snake or at least the letter S. He spelled out s…e…x on the width of my back —and then he just left his palm on my bare flesh. “That…was…the…” it took Sean eons to find the letters that formed the word best!
I had already gotten off Sean and headed to urinate in the loo. But I got half-way up the stairs before I clung onto the barrister and decided to randomly sit down on the steps and stop the hyperventilation that seized my body like an alien snatcher. I quaked from how hard Sean had cum, and it overwhelmed my system that hadn’t been touched, let alone tweaked by sexual intercourse in ages. But I put my all into it!
It just…took me awhile to process the past as I stared at the front door where a silhouette of a man I once loved was there no more. And in his hand, much smaller and waving at me in the shadows was another voice that called out to me, “Move on. Move on, Robbie.”
Chapter 4
Sean
That was, without a doubt, the best sex that I’d ever had! And all it took was the skills of an elder Omega who worked my phallus like no other. I had to write s…e…x on his back because that’s what he gave to me like a silent prayer.
I wanted Robbie to reclaim that same talent when I heard the toilet flush and then his footsteps coming down the stairs. I got up and stretched back like a gymnast until I couldn’t any more — then came back up and there he stood with a washed face; sweaty hair; and dark eyes that told me he was no longer in his twenties. I knew that Robbie carried a sinking stone, most shifters his age did. But Robbie’s seemed to be the reason why I couldn’t impose that we fuck again on this floor.
He made me an early morning snack which was some raw beef and green-and-red peppers. We munched hungrily, as he poured some wine into a glass that I took and sipped. His home was what I would call lived in, meaning, it had the essence of his entire smell in every room. He was neat, with everything being placed accordingly with a filing system method: like his office in one corner of the living room with a four-draw storage cabinet and box files and pink dividers on his desk.
The kitchen barely had a crumb on the floor. “We can eat in the living room. I hardly use the kitchen table.”
I didn’t ask Robbie why that was, but his desk looked like it suffered from neglect to. “You sure are a clean freak.” I let him know with that tone that I wasn’t.
“It just helps to be organized when your profession is an accountant. I deal with plenty of paper work, so I need to know that if I need this…then I’ll find it there.”
“Uh huh.” I stuffed a juicy piece of beef into my gob and chewed with no manners.
“Are you the opposite?”
He waited for me to chew-chew-chew-away. “Mmm-hmm. I pretty much chuck a dirty pair of jeans on my floor and forget it for the next two-days until laundry must be done. My home reflects me very much.”
“Would that be messy, Sean?”
“Not messy…just scattered all over the place. Life of a mechanic involves me…”
Robbie took the plate out of my hands and laid it onto the floor — before pouncing on me with no warning. I reckoned it was the sight of us both being butt-naked and me trying to cover a shy boner that I couldn’t contain.
His muscular but slender torso bobbled energetically on-top until he sank and allowed the deepness to take us both on a slow-mo-stroll. I was trying to keep up with his stamina as he did things that left me purring for more. I was just the passenger as he took control of the kissing; neck biting; and then the hip movements that aroused me so much I was digging my blunt nails into the flesh of his ass.
I took Robbie’s phallus in my hand, and firmly gripped the front of his neck so he could look down and marvel at my stroke module that worked with my sweaty hands. I tried not to cut off his air supply, but as we gazed at each other, both our breaths were being taken away. I was in auto-pilot and Robbie was manually creating the smell of the riding cowboy that went on until he stopped with his lungs that heaved close to my eye-balls.
We were like two red-hot pokers, and at one point I embraced Robbie after five-minutes more, so he could slow down. “I…I…I think we’ve been at it for more than an hour!” I gulped tiredly. “Any water in this place?”
“Do you really want me to get off you?”
“My heart’s beating way too fast…and if I don’t, I think I’ll pass-out and you’ll have to call my mother.”
We took a break, but after some wine and sparkling water we were back at it again — with Robbie on all fours and my hand rested on his back. I had the freehand attending to the loneliness of his loins whilst I shoved his hole and felt like a drunken sailor slapping the bare back of a bull.
Robbie became so excitable that he became a paddle-ball with my penis as the string, which he kept leaping from. I levelled my spine and watched his buttocks slap my navel with a constant wobbly-wobble. Then I faintly put my hand and watched how it measured Robbie like a speed dial. I was becoming soft…and before I knew it, Robbie was detaching himself from me and sucking the pollen back into that flower bud.
Even though his mouth caused me to jiggle with an aroused tanginess, my phallus had travelled to Robbie’s cave and come back with a powerful impotence. We would have to let me rest because I just couldn’t go any further.
Me and Robbie did the sixty-nine in the morning, but he insisted we have some breakfast, so we cut it short and talked some more. “Where did you learn how to fuck like that, Robbie? It’s insane how you can just keep going without a break.”
“You can blame the rise of the season…if you get what I mean?”
“I honestly feel bad, but I do. But give yourself some credit, you’ve worked me into a puddle of water.”
“Ha. Don’t tell me you’re done? I have a couple more strides in me.”
“Damn. Have we been locked up in your home for a year yet?”
“Something like that.” We both smiled. “I can’t keep my hands off you, Sean. You put something in that brandy?”
“Yep. My charm.”
“I don’t think it’s your charm embarrassing me like this. It’s your ability to make me feel like I can be that way and you’ll appreciate it.”
“Listen, who am I to let down an Omega
who wants to stay locked up for two days with nothing but food, sex, and conversation? I’m not worthy to get in the way of your plans. And you sure do keep good food.” I tore a great chunk out of the sourdough loaf and chewed.
Robbie watched me eat and swallow thoughtfully, then asked, “Does the…uh…does the age bother you?”
I pretended to keep chewing to avoid the answer that came awkwardly from him.
“Be honest. Most Alpha’s think of me as ten-carat-gold left on a shelf. Or, they make me feel that way.”
A problem arose when I noticed Robbie’s fiery heat was simmering down with ice. And that ice came from his confession that signified a clear message: that me and him would have to talk. We had chemistry, it was there. But my philosophy as a mechanic is do not fix what isn’t broken. Now, people tell me that’s bizarre because I fix cars, trucks, lorries, washing machines, but I won’t fix a shifter.
And me and Robbie hadn’t properly talked yet. We flirted around the dirt heap, but didn’t dive inside. So, the next few hours meant kissing; fondling each other’s genitals, and then returning to his room for more oral until Robbie came and I was pleased he did. Now that we were even, the night came, and I felt extracted from my body. I needed sleep. And so, did he. We drifted off with the morning a new challenge for us to deal with: a real conversation.
Chapter 5
Robbie
Sean was just as pretty in the morning as he laid asleep in my bed. I couldn’t wake him after two days of wearing and tearing that tanned paintwork all over his body. I’d taken that caramel and given him a full flush! I let the mechanic sleep while I pondered on his reluctance to answer my question about my age.
It did kill the vibe, and it stared back at me in the mirror…and then back into the bed as I got under the duvet and tried to fall asleep again. But I couldn’t do that now with Sean stirring to the opened curtain that I drew for some sunlight to help with that. I was never a late riser, and Sean seemed to like a lie in.
