“That’s me, Darren. Being around an omega when they’re in heat…”
“I know that. But this is…” He ran his fingers through his blonde curls. “This is overpowering.”
“We’re mated. Your body can’t help itself any more than mine.” I looked back down at the sword threatening to rip through his pants, and my mouth grew wet. That wasn’t all that got wet. I could already feel the slick responding to his presence. But that wasn’t happening today. I wasn’t prepared for that. I didn’t have condoms in my office. But that didn’t mean we weren’t going to explore every inch of each other. “I don’t want to fight this anymore, Darren. If I’m meeting your parents, and… I know it’s going to happen. It’s time to know the rest about each other. Why am I fighting it so much?”
“I’ve wondered that the whole time. If I don’t kiss you right now…”
I nodded, and before I could even take a breath, his lips were on mine, and his strong muscular arms were crushing me against him – holding me tighter than they ever had before as his mouth devoured me and I fused into him. His tongue in my mouth made my head spin. It felt harder and more needful than ever before as my tongue slid against his.
His hand slid down my lower back and down onto my ass. His hand grasped my cheek, and he squeezed it tightly, making my pelvis press into his harder. Harder… His cock was so hard it felt like a bowling pin sticking into me. I reached down and wrapped my hand around the cotton that sheathed it.
Fuuuuuck!
Darren was a big mountain of man, and that cock poking into my belly was no fucking joke. Thank you, fate!
Darren snarled as he took a step back, leaning in to keep contact with my mouth as long as possible. He unzipped his hoodie and pulled it off. His soccer jersey underneath was plastered to his body with sweat. That made him even hotter – more manly – more of an Alpha, and I was ready to obey. But first, I had other plans.
He stepped forward, and I placed my hand against his rock-hard chest. “Wait. I think we have a lesson, don’t we?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” His eyes grew big, and I chuckled.
“I never kid when it comes to music and teaching my students.” I tried to keep my voice as serious as possible. He stared at me with the most adorable look of disbelief on his face.
“Fine. But I don’t think this is going away.” He grabbed his hard-on and held it. I groaned as I looked at him. His thick muscled arm flexed as he squeezed his cock through his grey joggers.
“But we should make it interesting. Don’t you think?” I winked. “Maybe you should lose that sweaty shirt.” I could feel the blush explode across my face as I said it.
He smirked and slowly pulled his soccer jersey up over his head, and I had to stop myself from jumping on top of him. He was magnificent. Those muscular shoulders were so wide and tanned. His chest was just as broad and perfect as a twenty-one-year-old jock’s could be. But it was his six-pack that seemed chiseled out of rock that made me catch my breath. A small treasure trail of blonde hair disappeared down into his joggers, which were still tented with his hardness.
I cleared my throat. “That’s better. Since you’re already sweaty – maybe we should just go right to the treadmill.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He made his pecs bounce, and I had to stifle my groan.
“That was incredibly sexy. But you knew it would be to me, didn’t you?” I turned – which took all of my willpower and walked over to the treadmill. I turned it on and got down on my knees, placing them on the hard plastic cover at the front. “Let’s see how well you’ve been practicing your breathing exercises.” I tried to sound all professorly.
“Are you…” His eyes widened again. “Is that even…”
“Maybe you should lose the pants too. I mean, this is my classroom, and I am in charge. At least, in here – Omega or not.”
“If that’s what you want.” His eyes sparked with mischief as he turned around and pulled his grey joggers down. His ass – so smooth and bubble-like, beckoned me to come and grasp it. Yet I waited where I was. Trust me, that took all the control I could muster.
He slowly got his joggers off of him and jumped a little as he pulled them over his shoes and kicked them toward the piano. I heard him take a deep breath, and then he slowly turned around.
Holy fucking shit…
That wasn’t a dick. That was a goddamn battering ram made out of the thickest and strongest of materials – maybe steel. All I wanted was to get my hands on it – my mouth around it – to feel it deep inside me, and this thing would go deeper than anyone ever had before. I felt like saying a prayer. I had won the fucking jackpot!
I was so wet as he took the slowest of steps toward me. I grabbed the remote control and looked up at him – my eyes betrayed me. I was his wanton, and I was on the verge of begging. My lust had won out, and all I wanted was for him to take the next few steps.
He stepped onto the treadmill, and his cock bobbed with every step like a cobra about to strike.
I turned on the machine, and it started moving. He grabbed the handles quickly to steady himself and took a large step.
Two more.
One more.
He was at the front of the machine, and his cock bobbed in front of me only a couple inches from my face. I raised myself up and stuck my neck out. He met me – his feet barely missing the plastic at the front.
