The bedroom fit Marcus's personality. It was minimalist, but with high quality and beautiful furniture. There was a king bed on a raised platform, and a few pieces of black and white photos on the wall. I hoped he had one of those decadent bathrooms with all the different shower heads. Now I really wanted to see his bathroom. I loved design and architecture but didn't have enough money to go to design school, and my parents wouldn't pay for an omega to attend a four year college.

"Would you like to see the bathroom?"

I looked at Marcus. Had I said any of that out loud? Or could he read my face? I felt a blush creeping over my cheeks. Marcus smiled at me.

"I love showing off my bathroom. Plus, it's normally the second thing people say when they see this room. Everyone assumes I've got one hell of a bathroom. And they're not wrong." Everyone? I blinked, trying not to think about a string of men getting the same tour I currently was.

I followed Marcus through the door into decadent splendor. Black granite with whirls and swirls of gray and white covered the floor. The countertop was white granite, with off white swirls through it as well. The wall above the counter was completely mirrored. The large shower had several, it looked like six, shower heads. To the right of the shower was a large granite tub with jets. What a bathroom.

I ran my hands over the countertop. The towels looked fluffy and I felt them too. They were so soft I almost moaned. I walked into the shower, and ran my hands along the black granite wall, then I walked out to the tub. It was white and stood out against the black floor. I could imagine Marcus leaning back in the tub and gazing at me. My cock grew as I imagined taking a bath with Marcus.

"I guess you like my tub?" I flushed, embarrassed that I got a hard-on over a tub. But it wasn't the tub itself, it was my fantasy of the man next to me.

"I was just imagining you in the tub." I peeked at Marcus who looked like he didn't mind my fantasy. In fact he looked at me with the same desire and lust he had earlier in the evening.

"Oh really?" Marcus closed the few feet between us and ran his thumb down my cheek. He was a master at making me want him. Then he tilted my head and kissed me, gently, tenderly. I wanted so much more from him. I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled him to me.

"I want you to kiss me like you mean it." Marcus smiled.

"There's a time and place for slow and seductive and I guess you're beyond that right now?"

Damn right I was. My cock was heavy, hanging down between us. Every time we moved tingles of pleasure rolled up my nerves. I was not in the mood for slow and seductive. I was in the mood for an alpha attorney to fuck me hard, right now.

"I couldn't deny you anything." He gave me the kind of kiss I had been wanting. I wrapped my leg around his thigh, pulling him closer. Our kisses grew deeper and faster until Marcus pulled back, panting.

"I've got to fuck you right now."

He reached behind him and pulled my arms off of him. I didn't know what he had in mind but I was up for nearly anything. He led me into the huge walk-in shower, turning it on. The shower heads were arranged at different heights. It felt amazing. I groaned, tilting my head back. Marcus chuckled and kissed me.

Water ran down our faces, mingling with our lips as we kissed. We ran our hands over each other, down backs, sides, asses. He pulled away, leaned back and grabbed a bar of soap. "I want to take care of you, wash you. Turn around, I want to start on your back."

Being washed by Marcus? In this decadent shower? Yes, please.

He rubbed my shoulders, upper back, and ass and then went up and down my legs. I couldn't see him, as he was behind me, but I felt his hands running over my legs. I imagined what he must look like, kneeling down behind me, all wet, water running down his hair, down his chest, to his crotch. Then I didn't have to imagine anymore because he moved in front of me.

He washed my shoulders, and chest, and then gave my cock and balls a quick once over. He winked at me, then crouched and ran his hands up and down the front of my legs. Seeing Marcus, an alpha, crouched in front of me washing my legs was a hell of a turn on. He ran his hands up the outside of my legs, tilting his head so my cock wouldn't poke him in the head. It would be funny if I wasn't so turned on and mentally begging him to take care of me. Sure, being caressed by him was nice- beyond nice- but I was dying for him to fuck me.

He leaned his head back, looked right in my eyes, and took my cock in his mouth. "Oh my God!" If nothing happened after this, if I didn't have sex even for the rest of my life, I could still die happy now. This moment of him on his knees in front of me, hand wrapped around my thigh, another hand on my cock as he sucked me, would feature high as an unforgettable memory. His hair was plastered to his head, water flowing down in rivulets. He was stunning, absolutely stunningly gorgeous. I couldn't believe I had attracted his attention.

I ran my hands through his hair. I needed to touch him, to feel this man bringing me such exquisite pleasure. I closed my eyes, moaning again. He was so talented I was going to cum already. He pulled back and stood up. "No! Oh my God, I was almost there. Please?" Yes, I was begging but I wasn't even embarrassed. I was dying here!

Marcus winked at me, leaning over to grab the soap again. "I've got a better idea." He's going to wash me some more? Does he have some sort of cleaning issue? If he did he probably wouldn't have fucked me straight from the club all sweaty. Or against the window. Even if he was a germ freak, I still wanted him. He reached around behind me, rubbing soap all over my back, then rinsed his hands off. What the hell?

He grabbed a little bottle from a shelf built in to the granite wall and squirted lube in his hands, then rubbed it on his dick. He put his hands on my shoulders and walked me backwards until I hit the shower wall. He leaned in and kissed me while stroking my aching cock. This was what I had wanted. I wrapped my hands around his back, moving one hand down to grab his ass. It was firm and muscled. I swear you could bounce a quarter off of it.

"I want to fuck you against the wall." I didn't even have time to process what he said, because I was so focused on his lips and what his hands were doing. I gasped when he picked me up and slid me up the wall of the shower. Oh my God, he was so strong. He glanced at me and laughed. "I won't drop you. There's no way I can drop you, not when I'm leaning against you, holding you against the wall." The straining muscles in his arms were incredibly sexy. I ran my hands up his chest to his face.

"You are so fucking hot." He chuckled and winked.

"I'm glad to hear it. How about you do the honors and guide me in since I have my hands full with you." He stepped back a little so I had a better view of our bodies touching. I clenched onto his shoulder so I wouldn't fall. "Let go of my shoulders and lean back against the wall or this isn't going to work. Also, I need you to spread your legs just a bit wider." I pushed my legs further apart. I was completely dependent on Marcus to keep me up. I looked down at Marcus's dick, thick and long. My God it was gorgeous and I wasn't sure it would fit, but it did before. I grabbed his dick, pushing mine out of the way. Watching him fuck me was going to fill one of my long held fantasies.

Marcus

This was a new experience for Ryan, but it wasn't for me. However, it was the first time I really cared about the person I had up against the wall. Ryan guided me and I eased in. He threw his head back in a moan. "Did I hurt you?" Ryan shook his head, water flying everywhere. I blinked but I couldn't wipe the water out of my eyes. I snickered at Ryan's blissed out state that I had caused. "I'll take that as a no, then?"

"Yes! No! I mean yes take that as a no, just keep fucking me!"

I laughed and finished pushing all the way into his hot, tight hole. I pulled back then pushed in again, jacking up the pleasure with each thrust. This was the most intimate position I could fuck someone in. It was the perfect height to kiss while fucking. He was completely dependent on me.

His eyes were still closed, his head tilted back against the wall. "Kiss me. I'd grab your head but I can't." Ryan opened his eyes, grabbed my head and kissed me with ferocity. We kissed with water pouring down us from several directions, while I fucked him. He was sliding up and down the wall with each thrust. This was one hell of a workout. I would much rather do this every morning than go to the gym.

We couldn't kiss anymore because we were panting so much, groaning and moaning with every thrust. He hung onto my hair with both hands, staring into my eyes. I was so close to coming at any second. Ryan beat me to it, arching as much as he could, his cum shooting up between us. I felt it hot on my chest rubbing between us as I came deep in Ryan. I leaned on him, holding us both up. I could barely even hold myself up. We slowly slid down the wall, still connected. We lay on the shower floor, holding each other and just breathing and slowly coming off the amazing high. Ryan started laughing. "That was amazing. It's funny, though, how we slid down after."

If he said anything about me being an old man I'd have to spank him. That sounded like a good idea anyway. I smiled at him.

"I think we're going to have to take a shower again."

Ryan nodded. "Yes. I think that's my favorite sex position."

I smiled and snorted. "That wasn't quite what I meant. Your cum is all over both of us."

Ryan looked down and flushed with embarrassment. "Oh." He shrugged and sheepishly smiled at me. He was so damn cute. I leaned over and kissed him. I was too tired to do much else right now. I should probably take care of the condom before any of my cum leaked into Ryan. I reached down to squeeze the condom and pull out, but I couldn't feel it. Maybe it had gotten pulled back inside? I kept reaching around as I slowly pulled out. I had never lost a condom before. What the hell?

"What's wrong?"

"I think the condom is still inside you."

"Oh." The way Ryan said that had me warily look up at him.

"What do you mean, 'oh'?" Why did he look nervous and scared?

Ryan just stared at me.

"I don't think we used a condom." He looked back up at me fearfully. I thought back and realized he was right. I groaned and rolled onto my back with my eyes closed. That's just what I fucking needed, getting an omega pregnant. Not to mention, he was my damn employee. Holy shit. Meredith would have a fucking fit. I would have a fucking fit. I rubbed my eyes with my hands. Well, there's nothing to be done about it now.

"I just didn't think. I could probably get a Plan B pill from a-"

"No." I lowered my hands, looking at him. Then I rolled over and pulled him close to me. "No. You're not getting a Plan B." I didn't know why I was saying this. It was crazy. It could ruin my career if he got pregnant. I just couldn't help but feel that if we had produced a child in that absolutely crazy wonderful moment we just had, I didn't want to lose it. So help me God, I didn't. If he did get pregnant then I was going to be the best fucking dad I could be. I was excited, even a little giddy, at the thought of raising a child with Ryan. Fuck me, I could not believe how excited I was. What the fuck had happened to me?

I ran my thumb down Ryan's face. He was still staring at me, nervous and afraid. "If you managed to get pregnant right now, then it's a miracle. I never thought that I would ever have kids. If by some lucky chance I could have kids, I would want it to be with you. So no, I don't want you to use a Plan B." I knew I was out of line by telling him what to do like this. It was his decision, and I knew that, but I really hoped that he wouldn't get a Plan B.

Thankfully the fear had left his eyes and he smiled. Ryan wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head down for a kiss. We shared a tender, loving, slow kiss as we laid in each other's arms in the hot water spray, just enjoying being with each other. I felt contented in a way that I hadn't for such a long time. It's amazing that I would find that contentedness in the arms of a paralegal subordinate on my team at work.