He reached into the nightstand and grabbed the closest dildo. Then he fell chest-first into bed, spread his legs wide, and crammed the toy deep into himself.
9
BEDROOM SPYING
Storm hurried into Linus’apartment, stripping off his leather jacket.
There wasn’t time. Linus was on his way home, and if Storm had read his omega right, Linus would be hanging out in his bedroom for the foreseeable future.
He kicked off his boots and hid them in the umbrella stand. He gulped down a mouthful of water from the bathroom faucet. He stuffed his jacket at the back of the closet.
Then he moved the tall mirror leaning against Linus’ wall, shoving aside some of the storage boxes under Linus’ bed so he would get a better view.
He looked out of the window.
Linus had just parked, staggering out of his Jeep.
Just a couple more minutes, then.
Storm grabbed Linus’ water glass and brought it to the kitchen, swapping it out for a fresh one. He filled it full, grabbed two granola bars, and the child-friendly scissors that Linussometimes used to open his bags of food. On the way past the fruit bowl, he grabbed an apple too.
He set all these on Linus’ nightstand, hiding the brightly colored scissors under the granola bars so they wouldn’t be the first thing Linus saw.
The lock clicked in the front door.
Storm’s insides jolted; he had run out of time. He yanked off his T-shirt as he hurried to the far side of the room, barely squeezing under the bed before Linus rushed in.
Linus tore open his nightstand drawer. Through the wall mirror, Storm watched as Linus fell onto his bed, lifting his hips and spreading his legs wide.
His dildo sank all the way into his hole. His moan—
Linus’ moan went straight between Storm’s legs, turning him rock-hard inseconds.
He stared in shocked silence as Linus wrenched the toy in and out of himself, slick glistening on its length. Wet sounds filled the room. Linus panted heavily, his face scrunched in pleasure.
“Please, please, please,” Linus whimpered, lifting his hips higher. His cock was small and flushed red, leaking onto the bed. But he didn’t touch it.
Instead, Linus focused all his strength on working the toy inside his body, each sound so real that Storm pretended it came from his own cock impaling his omega.
Storm pressed his palm against his mouth and bit down a groan. He had never seen Linus this desperate before.
Most times, Linus would lie in bed and run his hands all over himself, slowly tugging on his nipples and stroking his cock. Sometimes he used vibrators on his sensitive parts, and sometimes he used a curved steel wand to massage his prostate.
Right now, all Linus seemed to need was a good, rough fucking.
The sort of fucking that made Storm’s balls pull tight, working overtime to produce come for his omega.
Linus’ arm trembled as he yanked the toy halfway out and plunged it back in. From this angle, Storm couldn’t see his hole. But gods, did he want to. He wanted to see that pink muscle stretch around Linus’ toy; he imagined it wrapped around himself, sucking on his cock and begging for his come.
What made him this desperate?
Is he in heat?
Storm shot precome all over the inside of his pants. He had been hoping to witness Linus’ heat for a while now; omegas went into heat every six months.
Storm had been living here for four.
Just that Linus’ symptoms didn’t match up. Few suppressants could completely remove the intense musk of an omega’s heat. And Linus’ scent hadn’t been too noticeable in class. Even now, his musk wasn’t overwhelming.
