Caspian froze, small hands wrapped around Asher’s hard length, precum dribbling down his bottom lip.
He tasted panic as he sat on his knees, expecting Asher to get rid of whoever had come in. Instead, all the Alpha did was sink his hand into his hair and push his head down.
His blood was rushing in his ears but he heard the unmistakable sound of Jael, and the sound of a chair scraping the ground. The Beta would be here for a while.
Jael’s nose twitched at the overpowering scent of sugar and flowers that filled the table as he sat down, he also noted that most of the food on the table was savory.
"Have something for me?" Asher asked casually.
Jael pretended like he wasn’t literally gagging on the obvious scent of an aroused Omega, lifting up a bunch of files. "Just need your signature on these," He said, handing them over.
Asher took them with his left hand, did the same with the pen, and proceeded to sign with the same hand, his right hand busy.
"Left-handed now?" Jael quipped.
He didn’t push the matter when Asher ignored him, his signature surprisingly legible considering that it was his less dominant hand.
He took back the files and rose to his feet, even as a Beta, the scent was clinging to the back of his throat, he needed a breath or two of fresh air.
"Not going to join me for lunch?" Asher invited, his face a composed mask.
Jael was already heading to the door, he had been waiting for Asher to call him with news that he had figured out the gender of the Omega, but they seemed to have found something that worked out for them both.
He had to give it to the Omega, for someone so timid, he sure knew how to handle Asher.
Underneath the table, Caspian was a mess of fine trembles, his skin damp, eyes and lips wet.
This time, Asher cummed down his throat, a little shock of pleasure going through him as he swallowed, pulling off his pulsing length to catch his breath.
He couldn’t even scream when Asher pushed back his chair and picked him up, his back gently making contact with the table.
Caspian knew that this would happen eventually, and he was too out of it to find a way out.
He was trapped between a laser-focused Alpha and a hard table, his bunny slippers falling off when Asher nearly bent him in half, his legs up against the Alpha’s shoulders.
To his surprise, none of his clothes were coming off, Asher holding his legs close with a single hand.
His spit-slicked dick slipped perfectly between Caspian’s thighs, the Omega gasping in shock.
His position was dangerous, and for the first time, he was grateful for the tight skirt because it was the only reason the slight bulge in his lace panties wasn’t immediately visible.
Caspian’s sweater rucked up with the first thrust, the plates and cups tinkling as the table shook.
He turned his head to the side to stare at the food they never got to eat. Why did he keep falling for Asher’s ploys? He knew damn well that they hardly ate when they had meals together.
His slender waist and soft stomach were in plain view, Asher’s ringed hand sliding up his clothed hip to hold his waist in a possessive grip. He was certain he was going to end up with the indentations of the Alpha’s rings branded into his skin.
Caspian hid the lower part of his face with sweater paws, pulling double duty with them by muffling his moans and making sure that his sweater didn’t go up any higher.
He still hadn’t gotten over Asher fucking his face while having a conversation with someone else like it was no big deal, and now here he was, more or less getting screwed into a table.
He wished Asher could get closer, he wanted to hear his breathy moans and soft groans right beside his ear, he wanted to feel his body heat and drown in his scent...
Caspian was going to blame the stress of the day on his errant thoughts, crossing his ankles as Asher picked up the pace.
He barely got any stimulation so he couldn’t explain how he cummed at the same time as Asher. Fortunately, Asher spurted over the front of his skirt, sparing him from any accidents.
He laid back on the table breathless although they had barely done anything.
Every time he got intimate with Asher he considered turning himself in...
Noah had been very turned off by the idea of him and those sentiments had sank their teeth into his skin. He knew well that Asher wouldn’t do any of this with him if he found out who he really was.
He was also deceiving the Alpha so he kind of deserved it.
Asher moved his legs to the side to bring them closer, the faintest hint of concern in those hazel eyes.
"You’re a little out of it, are you alright?"
Caspian looked up at him and cursed himself when he felt his eyes stinging with tears. He was perfectly fine... This was so stupid.
"Just tired," He lied through his teeth, blue eyes unfocused.
"Need my help to clean up?"
Asher’s offer was perfectly harmless, there was no predatory undertone but he panicked anyway, wrapping his arms tighter around himself.
"N-No," He refused strongly, pushing himself to sit up.
Asher just studied him intently, and he expected the Alpha to say something, or at least lash out at his behavior but his response was quite calm.
"You’re dripping with my cum, I don’t think you want to walk outside ." He said logically.
But Caspian wasn’t thinking logically, he just needed to be alone for a moment, maybe a steamy shower would fix him, maybe an hour in the bathtub would make him all better.
"It’s just a hallway down," He insisted, "I can find my way back."
Asher didn’t push further, helping him down from the table. And he could feel the Alpha’s burning gaze on his back as he quickly put his slippers on and hurried out.