Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Part Four

Marcus

"Now that we are here," I gestured with my hands at the cosy little hotel room I paid for. "What will you do with me?" Sitting on the other side of the room from the fallen angel who had dropped into my path only hours earlier. I stared at Walker as he slowly started to peel his thick warm clothes away from the body I absolutely more than loved. Even in the dim room I fucked him in. I could see how beautiful he was, now in a brightly lit room I could see even more and my mouth pooled with saliva. He was the epitome of beauty. I'm going to sound absolutely poetic, but he is. The skin wrapped around hard muscle's was defined and looked almost animated. His muscles moved beneath his skin, wanting me to explore and discover the exotic land of contours that was his form. From his stomach to his right thigh were tattoos. Angry looking tattoos that had my legs fizzing in my tight jeans. Then up and up a bit more was the rest of his torso, perfect. Each muscle was so defined it almost looked as if someone had drawn them on his body. Leaning my arms on the table, I looked at him intently, waiting for his eyes to meet mine. He clearly didn’t want to meet my gaze, so he shifted. "Walker." My mouth felt like it loved forming to say his name. I almost said it again, just for the pleasure of it, to feel that little electric thrill on my tongue again.

"What." He groaned, then finally met my eyes and I felt my heart pop in my chest. I almost stopped breathing.

"While you've been stripping off, I've been thinking."

"About what?" He replied and blushed red. So red I wanted to laugh, get up and lick him from his toes to his full pink lips just so I had his flavor on my tongue again, like his name. Walker. Walker. Walker. I could say it forever. It rolls off your tongue in a way that made me want to see how he'd react if I repeated it out loud, because it was damn sure echoing in my head making my dick so hard it physically hurt in my jeans.

GOD! Being closed in such a tiny space with him is tempting. Probably too tempting. Me, Walker and a confined space conjured up images of hasty, explosive joinings of our bodies, deep penetration, long, savouring sucks on cocks. Both cocks. I’d willingly kneel before him and taste thoroughly, take him deep until his come swam over my tongue. I hadn’t sucked someone else off for a long time. I'd made my place at the top in Heaven and I had my own pick of guy's. They didn't get to pick me anymore, except this guy. I'd kneel before the king he is. Fuck temptation, just do it. "Let me get naked and I'll tell you all about it."

He smiled as he stood before me in absolutely nothing. "Sure, be naked by the time I come out of the bathroom."

Holy mother of god! Sorry god. But damn, being commanded had me grabbing the scotch I bought with me and I took a big mouthful, put it back on the table and was out of my clothes so fast I think I set some kind of new record, or maybe broke the speed barrier. Then I picked up the bottle again, I was about to tip the whole lot in my mouth when Walker emerged from the bathroom with only a pristine white towel covering him from the waist down. I froze into place, as if turned to stone, right the way to my cock. "Uh….erm…." I stuttered.

"What?" He questioned, then looked down at himself. "Oh, the towel," he smiled and met my eyes again. "I needed a quick wash." The thought of running my tongue over that perfect skin gave me a renewed, throbbing, aching erection. Then he turned on me and removed the towel. All of a sudden I noticed something I'd not seem before. A scar, a few to be exact on his back, now that I looked more. "Can I have some of that?" he asked, facing me again, indicating my drink. He walked over to me, hunched in on himself, as if trying not to draw any attention to the scars he noticed that I noticed. But he had mine undividedly. Such delirious beauty should stand upright and proud, showing itself in all its glory. It should never be hidden away, depriving adoring eyes of the opportunity to worship. Even the scars seemed a badge of honour, a proof of the indomitable vitality of his spirit. I didn’t know how he had got them, but he had survived something, prevailing over his existence to stand before me, a figure of splendid, youthful male beauty and magnificence.

Gulping down a strangely tight breath, I passed him the bottle. He took it from me and downed the whiskey like an aging politician in the middle of the worst crisis of their career. I couldn’t help wondering what he’d think of swallowing something that cost around ninety euros so quickly. Of course for him it's free. Yet my mouth opened and I spoke before I could even think. "Those scars?"

He frowned and shook his head. "I had an accident. Years ago. It doesn't matter anymore."

"I'm sorry for asking."

"It's fine. Now let's get dirty," He said, placing the bottle on the table next to us. "Do you want me to do anything in particular?"

Oh shit! Do I? Yeah, yeah I do. "Grab my neck tight and don't hold back."

"Oh," he raised an eyebrow. One thing I could never seem to do. "I plan on doing just that," he leaned in close, lips at my ear, hand at my neck and he softly whispered. "I'm going to fuck your Omega ass into submission." The sound of his voice made my legs tremble and almost give out.

Kiss Me

I woke to the feeling of Walker's hand on my stomach, gently stroking my skin and dipping his finger every now and then into my navel. Only last night was he so rough I thought I'd pass out a few times. I liked being choked on the odd occasion but Walker had me right where he wanted me in every single way and in many positions may I add. But now...now was different. Never before had I been caressed in such a soft tentative way, and I slipped further under his spell. Before I could take the deep breath I so desperately needed, his hand tracked down my body and eased under the waistband of my boxers I managed to put back on before we went to sleep. He enclosed my cock in his hand and I shuddered from the heat of his palm, the exquisite dexterity of his fingers as they teased my foreskin, smearing my juices over the head. My breath hitched, then escaped in a long, pleasured sigh. My arm tightened around him instinctively as I quivered from the overwhelming ecstasy of his gentle stroking. He caressed his hand around my cock, massaging its length softly. I should have resisted, but he had me spellbound. I let him tease me like that until I came, a cry of bliss leaving me as I gripped him. "Hmm." He hummed.

Sagging back, I held him closer still. He shifted his hand to my belly and slowly smoothed my semen across it, sighing softly, as if he took delight in feeling the sticky wetness of my orgasm. I was used to sex acts being hard, often hurried. His tender approach was new to me. Last night was hard, this morning he was gentle. "Walker?"

"Hmm, yeah." He said, and shifted under the covers and pulled me against him.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"I dunno, many things."

"Your welcome." He chuckled and I felt it rumble against my face that was pressed against his chest.

"How's your neck?" I asked, pulling away slightly.

"My neck? That'll heal. How's yours?"

"Bruised. You have strong hands."

"Yeah, sorry. I kind of got carried away last night."

"Don't be. I asked for it. Now the real question is. Will you really take me with you?"

"Did you really mean it when you asked?"

I sat up and winced a little. He really did go all out on me last night, my muscles and bones were so stiff I swear they creaked. "I meant it. Take me away from this place."

Leaning up on his elbows he cocked a brow again. Ugh, I need to learn how to do that. It's cute. "What are you after? An escape or do you really want to be with me?"

"Both," he huffed at my reply. But I was deadly serious. "I want to escape this place…" He opened his mouth and I held my hand there. "Listen Walker. I want to escape this shit hole, but I want to escape it with you. As strangers as we are it doesn't make a difference. I hope you realize I'm dead serious."

"I figured, although I'm kind of scared of you. You look like the kind of guy who would have a good right hook."

My warm cheeks tightened and I couldn't help but cackle out a loud laugh. "....I am a tough cookie, but it would be a left hook cutie."

"A leftie huh, I heard left handed people are extremely smart."

"Yeah, I heard that too." And I laughed again.

"You're a real smartass," He sniggered and turned away from me. I took a quick glance in his direction. He was silently laughing at me and it made me smile, then he was back looking at me. "But for now I need to leave. My cousin is probably gonna have a bitch fit."

Could I really allow such loveliness to walk away from me? My mind was busy working on not only ways to keep him close, but also what I could do for him when we leave. I had this little flash of a life I've long dreamt of. Like coming home each evening after work to find that angel waiting for me or maybe I'd be waiting for him. It roused something new in me, though what it was I didn’t know. But I still wanted it. "Fine, breakfast is off the table, but how about dinner. You're two hundred dollars richer."

"Sure, I'll let you buy me dinner."

"Ain't you like some rich Alpha?"

He sniggered and grabbed the back of my head. "I'm comfortable, back home. You'll see." I was all of a sudden so damn excited. 'You'll see' he said. I really was doing this. Finally getting out of this life of selling myself to get by. I'd get a normal job. I can do that. I'll show him too. I'll show him everything I can do for him. Maybe I'll even remove this nasty black dog collar, because that's what it felt like wearing one. Omega's need protection, but wearing a collar just made me feel like I really was lower than anyone else. The weaker species. But I was anything but weak. I stood my ground and I've had a lot of stick for it for a very long time. It was time for change and Walker was my change. My new lease of life.