“I was going to lay in bed and read,” he says, shrugging. His cheeks are turning pink as he gazes at me, and I can tell my presence is beginning to arouse him. “I answered because you’re the only one who knocks the way you do.”
“How do I knock?” I ask, interested as I back him into a wall and shove my hand down his sweatpants. Fuck, he’s not even wearing boxers. Jesus, Cam. You’re killing me.
My hand wraps around his hardening cock, and I raise my brow at him in return as I begin to jack him off.
He swallows thickly. I can see the gears in his mind trying to work as he struggles to focus. That makes me grin in satisfaction. “Like…you want to break the door down,” he whimpers, his long lashes brushing his cheeks as he closes his eyes with desire.
“Eyes open when you talk to me,” I reprimand, giving his cock a firm squeeze, enjoying his whimper as he opens them. “That’s a good boy. Now, you’re going to hate me, but I want you to get dressed.”
My hand drags up his cock so I can collect the pre-cum he’s releasing from my teasing. I love that he’s slicking for me.
“Lee. Clothes?” he asked, unable to comprehend my words as I pull my hand free of his pants to enjoy my treat. Long licks punctuate my enjoyment as I suck his slick off my fingers.
“Mmhmm,” I reply. “I’m taking you out. Wear something comfortable.”
“In the open?” he asks.
“Camden, yes. You’re mine, and that’s all there is to it. It’s about time that I take you out on a date,” I say. “I feel the need to remind the world to keep their hands off.”
I can see his nerves as he nods, rushing to the closet to pull out a shirt and jeans. As he steps inside, I clear my throat.
“I want to see what’s mine, little omega,” I say. “Don’t hide from me.”
Biting his lip, he nods, backing out of the closet and pushing his sweatpants down his hips. They reveal his sculpted ass and toned thighs, and when he bends over, I groan. His asshole is already leaking slick at my attention, and I bite my fist, knowing that I’m going to enjoy fucking it tonight.
It doesn’t even matter what we choose to do tonight, I just want to hang out with him in public so he knows he’s no one’s dirty little secret. It’ll be a night of doing his favorite things.
Fuck, that ass is biteable. I actually wonder which of my Alphas will decide to bite it to bond with him. None of them do anything the conventional way, and I doubt this will be any different. My cock is hard just thinking about it, it has been since his sweet scent hit my nose if I’m honest with myself.
“Camden,” I groan, watching his ass disappear as he pulls on his boxers and jeans. “I am so close to just fucking you against the wall, but I really want to take you out before I do that.”
“You want to fuck me?” he asks, a shy smile appearing as he shoves his arms into his shirt and pulls it over his head. His movements are jerkier now as he thinks about that, his neck beginning to flush as well.
“Oh yes,” I murmur. “Very much so. It’s happening tonight, Baby Boy. You’re going to take every inch for me, right?”
I’m gripping his face before even realizing that I moved, almost sure that he can smell himself on my fingers.
“Every inch of what?” he breathes, smirking as much as possible.
Oh, he’s a cute little bratty omega. I fucking love it. I want him to feel safe enough that he can let me see this side of him.
“My cock of course,” I reply with a grin, and then I’m devouring his mouth, swallowing down every noise.
Removing my hand from his face, I turn him toward the door and spank his ass.
“Move it,” I order, enjoying the sound he makes at the impact of my hand on his butt.
Oh yeah, that’s going to be fun.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, thinking I can’t hear him as he rubs the spot I spanked as he hurries to the door. I chase after him with his descenting spray, chuckling darkly as I douse him liberally with it. He’s really turned on.
Camden barely remembers to grab his keys before I’m pushing him out the door.
Tonight is on me, he doesn’t need money.
People stare as they always do, and I possessively shove my hand in his back pocket. If they’re going to look, I may as well give them something to look at.
Instead of pulling away, Camden leans into me as we walk. There’s a coffee place that I know he really loves, but rarely goes to. He doesn’t ask questions, simply walks where I lead.
