Sweet Nothings
East Coast Sugar Daddies: Book 5
Austin Bates
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1
Aaron
I rasped for breath, allowing the alpha to pin me against the wall of the too-small closet our lust had driven us into. His skin was hot against my own, his tongue battling against mine in spite of the invariable end result-- he was the alpha, after all. His scent permeated the small closet to the point that it was all I could breathe, not that I’d complain. His alpha arousal pheromones seemed sweeter than most. I’d initially made an effort to tug his mask off, but he refused to allow as much. The alpha seemed to take some thrill from keeping things anonymous. Far be it from me to deprive him of his pleasure, I allowed him to press me more firmly against the wall. He panted, reaching between us to unbutton his jeans. Our shirts had already been shed in the process, and it seemed to take an agonizingly long time for him to slide his pants down and off. I pulled back a bit, allowing him the space to do whatever he wanted.
“You’re huge,” I said quietly, licking my lips in anticipation. He tried to reply, but judging from the stuttering of his voice, the euphoric sensation of my hand wrapped around his cock silenced him. Before he could regain his composure, I dropped to my knees and stroked along the length of his shaft. I watched the precum dribbling from the tip, swiping my thumb to gather it before popping the digit between my lips and sucking enthusiastically. He took a step back, leaning heavily against the opposite wall of the closet.
“Holy shit, that’s hot.” That was all he managed to get out before I lurched forward to take the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently. He bucked away from the wall and thrusted into my mouth in one fluid motion. I took it in stride, not even pausing as the head of his member bumped the back of my throat. I began sucking in earnest, simultaneously using my tongue to swirl along the vein on the underside of his shaft. I growled, internally wishing I knew his name so I could worship the man like he deserved. This whole experience was new for me, and I was sure it was rather obvious. My somewhat-awkward charm had managed to catch this alpha’s attention for some reason, but I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Sure, it wasn’t the most romantic way to have my first sexual encounter, but I found myself unable to resist. Although I had little idea what I was doing, I valued myself a rather quick learner. The strange alpha clearly had no complaints. His arousal became all the more pungent and the scent made my toes curl. I abruptly stopped sucking him off, releasing him with an audible pop. His jaw was clenched tight, and that, added to his wide-eyed stare, made it fairly obvious that he struggled to hold back.
I never expected this to go further than a handjob or something. I’d not planned to blow the man, and I certainly hadn’t come into this closet with the intention of giving up my virginity. Omegas always mooned about their first time being amazing, how they saw stars when they joined with the man they loved. I didn’t love this stranger. I didn’t even know him. However, I still couldn’t contain my desires, and saw no reason to. I pressed my lips against his hip, gripping his ass in my hands.
“I want you inside me,” I said against his skin, pausing before I kissed a trail up his abdomen. Our eyes met, and though most of his face was hidden, I could tell he was nearly as delirious as myself from the heat of the moment. “You got a condom?” It was a stupid question with an obvious answer-- of course he had a condom. Alphas didn’t come to functions like this without being… prepared, so to speak. I only hoped my inexperience didn’t show. He didn’t bother to answer, instead pulling me to my feet. I was afraid if he knew I was a virgin, he wouldn’t want to carry on with fucking me. Stopping probably would have been the sensible thing, and even though I liked to think I had a good head on my shoulders, I couldn’t resist him. His scent, his body, his cock, they were all too tempting to deny. I splayed my hands across his chest, and he reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans to grab a condom. I refused to release him, exploring every inch of his well-sculpted body with my greedy hands. Wherever I could reach, I nipped at his exposed skin, wanting to leave some reminder of what we were doing. I didn’t want this to be forgettable.
“Not the most patient man in the world, are you?” he asked rhetorically as he tore open the condom wrapper. As he confidently put the condom on his throbbing staff, I continued peppering kisses across any inch of him that I could access. He tasted heavenly and the scent of his alpha musk smelled distinctly like… cinnamon. My mouth watered, and he pushed me back somewhat forcefully, spinning me around to face the opposite wall. I caught on quickly, bracing myself against the wall and sticking my ass out. I wanted to tempt him until he lost all control of himself. The jeans I’d worn were skin-tight, and in spite of being relatively modest, I recognized that I had the kinda ass alpha’s dreamed of. His breath stuttered as he palmed my perfectly symmetrical cheeks through my pants. I pressed into his touch, whimpering softly. More than anything else, I was very sensitive around that area and longed for his touch-- all over me, across me, inside me. He held me for a moment before giving my ass a quick squeeze. I cried out, arching my back and trying to get more friction. “You sound beautiful.” I felt my cheeks redden, resisting the desire to embrace him. This was just sex. That was all. First time or not, I knew better than to make it more than it was.
He quickly reached around to unfasten my pants, pulling them down around my knees. There was a pause where I could hear him shuffling around, and I idly wondered what he was doing. I wanted to ask, but bit my lip instead, the anticipation only making me want him more. I heard a wet sound, feeling relieved when I realized what he’d been looking for. Lube.. I couldn’t see what he was doing, my body began to quiver. I knew I was being impatient, but before I could open my mouth to protest, I felt a slick finger press against my most private area. Anything I may have said disappeared from my mind, and my mouth hung agape as I reveled in the sensation. It was completely different from when I touched myself, and it took all of my self control not to squeal as his finger pressed past my tight ring of muscle. I realized I wasn’t quite as prepared for this as I thought. Just the penetration of one finger was enough to make me drip, and I was just short of screaming hallelujah as I realized what all the fuss was about. He seemed to hesitate, and I realized that I was probably tight--- too tight. Was it obvious
that I was a virgin? I didn’t want him to stop just because of that. I wanted him so badly.
I pressed against his finger, sinking his knuckle deep inside of me. My breathing was ragged, and if he was taken aback by how things were playing out, he gave no indication. I prayed it would be a good time for both of us. I knew there wasn’t much I could do from my position to make things better for him. I wasn’t sure why he stopped until I felt the slight wriggle of his finger and the breath was knocked out of me. I could only guess he was giving me time to adjust to the new sensation, which only cemented his awareness that I was a virgin. Perhaps I should have been hesitant to sleep with an alpha who would take an omega’s virginity in a closet-- arguably the least romantic place possible. I wasn’t, though. It may have seemed that way when I tensed around his finger, but he used his free hand to stroke my side.
“If you get all tense, it’s only going to make things more painful,” he advised, and I could only grunt by way of acknowledgement before forcibly relaxing my muscles. I wanted this. I wanted this so badly, swallowing a moan as a second lube smeared finger entered me as well. I babbled incoherently, unable to say what I wanted. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to say, but it should have been more than a few stringed together curses. Just as I got used to the feeling of his fingers, he slowly began to pump them in and out of me. My mind screamed, and the pleasure drove me mad. I didn’t realize it could be that good, and he was only giving me a sample of what was to come. I wanted all of him. I whimpered and my much smaller cock dribbled more than was usual. I cursed the obnoxious thing, hoping that the sheer volume of my orgasm wouldn’t be off putting. It had always been so frustrating, even to just masturbate, because my little man went off like a firehose.
“Hurry up. If you don’t… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” I said shakily. I screeched shrilly upon feeling him scissoring his fingers. I could only assume it was to stretch me out and prepare me for the main event. l could hear him squirting copious amounts of lube on his cock, and I wanted to beg for him.
“You looked so beautiful spread before me like some kind of banquet,” he said gruffly and though I was sure it was nothing new to have someone like me attracted to him, it still felt nice. It made me feel like I was special or something. However, I refused to let myself get sentimental, knowing it was just a one night stand. There was nothing special about me, this was just business as usual for a confident alpha. Most of the men who had flirted with me were attractive, but easily forgotten. Even being unable to see the entirety of his face, the man I was in the closet with was impossibly gorgeous. Maybe the mystery of the moment heightened the sensations. “Okay. Just relax. Don’t tense up.” I struggled to remain obedient, feeling something much larger than a finger prodding my entrance. Oh God. It was happening. He was going to fuck me.
My nails scraped against the wall as I scrambled for purchase, something to grip or brace myself more easily. I felt like I would completely lose my mind if he didn’t hurry up and fuck me, and a long groan escaped my throat. He didn’t make me wait much longer. I relished the feeling of my inner walls flexing around his cock as he pressed inch after inch into me. My whole body went rigid and I knew he wasn’t completely inside of me when he paused. He leaned in, ghosting his lips to my ear.
“Remember what I said. Relax.” He kissed my shoulder, tongue flicking out to tease me. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded silently. Once he was able to move again he thrust in the final length of his shaft and I groaned as his balls slapped against my skin. He was treating me somewhat delicately, and while I appreciated it, I wanted him to go absolutely feral.
It seemed he was, once again, going to give me time to adjust. I wasn’t willing to wait any longer, however. I had gotten a taste of bliss and I wanted more. I wanted so much more. I moved my hips, rocking against him in an attempt to get the friction I so badly needed. He seemed surprised at first, but soon matched my rhythm, going as far as picking up the pace dramatically. I found myself wishing that he could paint my insides white with his release though I did realize it was a stupid idea. I wasn’t looking to spend the rest of my days caring for a baby that I had with a stranger. I just wanted a bit of fun. He kept his brisk pace, allowing me to slam back to meet him halfway. My mouth dropped open and I guess if Logan could see my face it would be obvious I was barely holding it together. Soon, he gripped my hips and dug his nails into my skin as he took the dominance that was so rightfully his. His hips moved even faster, his thrusts rough as he repeatedly pounded into me. I couldn’t contain the sheer pleasure I was feeling, crying out as he plowed me. I felt him draw closer, the length of his body pressing against my back. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I wasn’t complaining. I quaked as his teeth grazed my pulse point, my vocalizations growing louder and louder. I found myself unable to resist the need to scream as he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I knew it would never be more than a one night stand and I’d never see him again, but it was almost like he was marking me as his own. Something to cement him in my memory, not that I’d ever forget even if I wanted to.
He sucked sloppily at the mark he’d made as his thrusts became more erratic. The pleasure rolled over me in waves, and when he bit me closer to my neck, I nearly blacked out. I felt my body go entirely still, no longer able to care as copious amounts of ejaculate spewed from the head of my cock, splashing the floor of the closet. I was almost positive this alpha had never seen someone cum quite as hard as I did just then. His moans devolved into desperate growls, and it was his turn to babble incoherently. In spite of the way my muscles clenched around him, he continued to jerk my hips just so, milking the moment for everything it was worth. His orgasm lingered as did mine by association, and he took some time to rest inside me. I grew fidgety, squirming and whimpering, once more wishing I knew his name so I knew who to praise. I wanted a name to moan, to scream into my pillow at night as I relived this moment for years to come. When he pulled out of me, I felt an unsettling emptiness, wishing he was still inside me. He pulled away, and I turned to face him with a slight smile.
Seeming to throw all caution to the wind, he ripped his mask off. My heart stuttered in my chest, and the overwhelming dread nearly knocked me on my back. No. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t have just had sex with Logan Bryce. Not only was he arrogant and insufferable, he was my father’s best friend. I got dressed as quickly as possible, saying nothing when I bolted from the room without removing my mask. I was confident he wouldn’t come after me. With his appetite now sated, I doubted he’d be interested in chasing some cockslut. He strode out of the closet, and I watched from the end of the hall as he brushed himself off and returned to the party.
That had been two years ago, at my father’s annual Christmas party. I did everything in my power not to think about that night, especially considering Logan had been bragging about his mysterious closet tryst to my dad and anyone else who would listen. I’d never been fond of Logan, I hated the way he looked down at people. He treated me like a lesser individual, and it wasn’t because I was an omega. He just had a bone to pick with me, it seemed. It only got worse when I got a job working on the East Coast Sugar Daddies project, which should have been a promising opportunity by all rights. It wasn’t until I agreed to take the offer that I realized Logan was going to be the investor for ECSD. As such, he was the driving force behind the app-- at least, monetarily. I did all the dirty work and obviously received none of the recognition. I wanted to be recognized for my work just like anyone else, but that wasn’t what pissed me off. It was the fact that Logan took credit for everything involving the project.
I sighed, shuffling through the documents I was supposed to go over with, you guessed it, our lead investor. The numbers were promising, but that was nothing new. The project had been a raging success. I wasn’t sure what Logan could find to put me down over, but I was confident he’d find something. That was his way. I startled as my office door slammed open, and then glared at the old
er man as he strode into my domain.
“You don’t have to slam it, you know. It’s a perfectly good door,” I pointed out. He only laughed, as if I had told the funniest joke he’d ever heard.
“Oh, Aaron, get the stick out of your ass. You should be grateful that I bought you such a nice office at all,” he said breezily. Fire blazed in my veins and as he sat across from me, only one thought echoed in my mind.
I fucking hated him.
2
Logan
My initial reaction was to be angry when the strange omega bolted out of the closet. The door had literally been slammed in my face, and the sensation of feeling like I had made a mistake washed over me. That would have been bad enough if I didn’t also feel like my anonymous partner seemed to feel that they’d made a mistake as well. I’m Logan Bryce, I wasn’t anyone’s mistake! Anyone should have been honored to have a sexual experience with me, and the fact that this young man had bolted so quickly made me feel uneasy. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. It felt almost like the rug had been yanked out from under me. It was a feeling I’d been sure I’d easily move past. Nevertheless, something about that omega had seemed special… different, in a way that I could not easily place.
I was determined to forget him as soon as I stepped out of the closet, but there was still a heavy sensation in my heart as I made my way back to the party. My pride may have been wounded, but that didn’t stop me for looking across the crowd in hopes of spotting that same mask. I would lie to anyone who asked about the tryst, of course. It had been some silly omega who bit off more than he could chew. I bragged to the other alphas who whooped and hollered at the idea of something so scandalous happening at the party. I had less luck lying to myself, however, and a large part of me couldn’t let go of the idea that this was somehow different. It wasn’t the first omega whose virginity I had claimed, and it shouldn’t have been a magical experience by any means.
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