Alex

I couldn’t believe this. I was in some random dude’s trailer out in the middle of nowhere and I was telling him what to do. But the thing was, he was doing it. He was listening to every single word I said and obeying every single order. It was just about the most intoxicating feeling I’d ever felt in my life. I’d never had that kind of control over another human being before.

I’d been with other guys who were kind of submissive. But it never really felt like this. There was something about this guy that brought my most intense fantasies to the surface. Something that made me want to dominate him.

But he wasn’t like any other omega. He was big, and he was strong, and—as much as I hated to admit that it made a difference—he was white. I’d been with white guys before, but none that looked so intimidating as this big, bearded redneck. And he was on his fucking knees in front of me with his ass in the air because I said so.

But there was a lot more I couldn’t admit to myself. I mean, there was the voice of reason in the back of my head that was telling me what an incredibly bad idea this whole thing was. But the voice was really far away right now. I could barely hear it as I watched the guy in front of me raise his slick ass in the air and lower his head so that it was resting on my black, steel-toed boots.

There was just something about him. He was like no other omega I’d ever seen. Big and strong and … so intense. His eyes and his scent were pulling me in like nothing I’d ever felt in my life. I knew he was in heat, which complicated everything. And I knew we were both doing things we would probably regret in the morning.

But I couldn’t deny the fact that I had never felt anything like this before. Almost like all of my movements and actions were instinctual. That I knew exactly what he wanted and I knew the exact moment to give it to him.

I could almost feel his response to me, even when he wasn’t looking into my eyes. I could feel the tension in the air the second any words came out of my mouth and he immediately responded. And that feeling made me feel like a fucking God.

I figured as long as I didn’t knot this omega everything would be fine. We could have a good time and both get our rocks off without any kind of messy commitment. I would fuck him for a while and make him come, then I’d pull out before it got too crazy and I’d come on his ass or something. I just had to make absolutely sure I kept control of myself, because I had a feeling once I went over the edge with this guy it was going to be too good to stop.

“You like those boots?” I asked as I watched him bow down in front of me. “They’ve been kicking around in dirt and compost all day. It looks to me like they could use a good cleaning. What do you think?” I asked.

The omega and didn’t say a word. He just started wiping my boots off with his hands. His ass was still in the air and it was swaying with each movement he made. A movement against the wall a few feet away caught my eye and I realized that there was a tall, narrow mirror on the wall next to one end of the couch. In that mirror I had a clear view of the omega’s dripping wet asshole, as well as his cock and balls as they swayed back and forth.

But from that angle I could also see his chin and the side of his face, and I watched in total fascination as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the top of my boot, all the way from the steel toe to the ankle. The way he was so desperate to obey me made my cock throb and couldn’t wait a second longer. I immediately got down on one knee and reached over his back to grab his ass and inspect his asshole.

When I plunged one finger in, the omega gasped and let out a long, low moan. His face was resting on my boot and his ass was still high in the air and I watched in the mirror as one finger disappeared inside him, then two, then three, and by the sound of his voice I could tell he wanted more. I looked back up at where my hand was and realized that, in my excitement, I’d pushed the entire thing inside the omega’s asshole.

The moans coming from his throat kept pushing me forward. With each thrust of my hand inside him he sounded like he could have been screaming or dying or coming—or all three at once. And when I concentrated some pressure from my fist on his prostate, the reaction was instantaneous. The muscles in his entire body flexed and his ass bucked in the air while streams of his come shot onto the floor.

I was watching it happen in the mirror, feeling the contractions with my hand, and listening to the deep moan’s melt out of his throat, and I almost came from the sensory experience alone. But I held back because what I needed more than anything in the world was for this guy to sit his ass down on my cock. Just for a few seconds. I’d have him bounce up and down on top of me, and before I was anywhere near knotting I would just pick his body up and come all over his ass or the floor or whatever.

I swear, that was the plan.

I pulled my fist out of his asshole, then grabbed and old, worn armchair and turned it around so it was facing the mirror. I still had my jeans and shirt on when I sat down, but my cock was out and it was sticking straight up in the air.

“Get up,” I said to the omega. “And set that pretty little ass down on my cock. Now.”

I watched as the redneck got up and took a couple steps toward me. His eyes were lowered, which told me he was probably pretty humiliated by what was going on, which I fucking loved. But he was doing every single thing I told him to do, so obviously he was getting off on it just as much as I was. And that thought made me grin from ear to ear.

But the omega didn’t even see my smile. He’d already turned around and placed one foot on either side of my outstretched legs so that he was straddling them, then he pulled his own ass cheeks apart, preparing himself to be impaled on my cock. I thought I was gonna die it was so beautiful.

I watched the muscles in his thighs flex as he brought his ass lower and lower, then I heard him gasp when he made contact with the head of my cock. I looked down and watched it disappear inside the omega’s asshole, then his slick hole slid straight down until he was sitting right on my lap. Even after my fist had been inside him, the omega’s asshole was the tightest thing I’d ever felt. I gritted my teeth as I felt him squirm, then I spread my legs wide, kicking his apart as far as they would go.

I tilted my head to the side and could just see our reflection in the mirror, his naked body perched on top of my spread legs that were covered in old, worn jeans. His cock was hard again, and his eyes were on mine.

“I want you to ride my cock, omega,” I said to him as I stared into his eyes in the mirror. I saw him flinch, like he didn’t like the words I’d chosen, but he immediately started moving up and down. His hands gripped the sides of the armchair and his thighs pressed into mine each time he raised his ass in the air, then his muscles let go as he dropped back down.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, his muscular chest and arms flexing every time he pushed himself up the entire length of my cock. My eyes wandered down his perfectly sculpted abs, then made their way to his thick thighs and calves, as his legs dangled over mine. Then back up to his rock hard cock as it bobbed up and down each time his body jerked.

Eventually my eyes moved up to his face and I saw that his eyes were closed. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and they flew open again. “Keep ‘em open. I want you to watch yourself in that mirror. I want you to see what you look like when you’re fucking my cock with your ass.”

A pained look flashed across the omega’s face, and he let out a faint whimper, but he obeyed my orders. He kept his eyes glued to both our cocks as he moved up and down mine, his mouth hanging open and letting his moans and random words escape.

Watching every move he made in the mirror was surreal, to say the least. It almost felt like I was watching a movie. Only it was the most amazing movie in the world because I felt everything that was happening as I watched. I could feel every movement and the flex of every muscle.

But watching was also incredibly distracting. I was so wrapped up in watching the omega’s body and face, and feeling the amazing sensation of his tight asshole around my cock, that I completely forgot I was going to stop. And when I remembered it was far too late.

“Oh, fuck,” he yelled as he started to speed up. I could tell by the desperate look on his face that he was close to coming again.

I groaned as I felt the pressure of my knot start to build. There was a fleeting thought in the back of my mind that I needed to pull out, but my animal brain reasoned with the voice that it was already too late.

So, I did what any rutting alpha would do. I picked the omega up and walked him over to the couch while he was still on my cock, then pushed him over the back. That put me in a position where I was kneeling behind him and his ass was in the air, which was the perfect way for me to go to town on him with my monster cock.

The omega screamed and cried out as I gave him everything he had been begging for, slamming into him, then pulling back and tugging on his tight opening over and over until I could feel myself about to explode. I gripped the omega’s perfect ass as I felt my orgasm start. It was a warm, tingling sensation that spread from the base of my cock and up through my stomach.

I knew the insane pressure inside me was about to be released and I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me as I felt my seed shoot deep inside his channel. I lost all track of time or any sense of where I was as I continued to dig my fingers into the omega’s ass and slam into him from behind.

When my eyes eventually opened I had absolutely no idea where I was. I lazily looked around a small bedroom that was almost completely filled up by the queen-size bed I was laying on. There was not a single piece of artwork on the fake wood paneled walls, and, from what I could tell, there was only one very small window.

I turned my head and saw a body in the bed next to me. Dark brown hair was peeking out of the top of a pile of vintage quilts that were moving up and down slowly with each breath. I knew that meant I had fucked someone the night before, but I was having a hell of a time remembering exactly who it was and where it had happened.

Then, as the guy in bed next to me rolled onto his back, I remembered everything—the drive-in, the trailer, the redneck …me knotting inside him.

I knotted inside this omega and I didn’t even know his name? I thought to myself. I turned my head back so that I was staring at the ceiling and tried to stave off a full-blown panic attack.

There was no way in hell this was going to happen. My responsibility was to my family and the landscaping business. My brother and his kids and my parents. I couldn’t drop everything for some white-trash redneck who didn’t give two shits about people he drove completely crazy with the loudest truck on the planet. Someone who cared so little about his own safety that he wandered around the drive-in parking lot while he was in heat. I mean, who the hell does that? Talk about irresponsible.

When I turned my head back I saw that the omega was awake, and he was staring right at me. I almost laughed out loud at the way he was looking at me—like he was even more terrified than I felt. But in those huge, brown eyes I saw what had made me lose control last night. I saw the beautiful omega I had mated with.

And when I saw all the emotion in his eyes—the fear and panic, but also the confusion and hope--I realized what I had been trying to do. I’d been laying there thinking about how irresponsible he was, when I was just as much to blame. I could’ve stopped it at any time, but I didn’t. No matter how much I hated to admit it, I was now responsible for the baby that was most likely growing inside him.

“Hey,” I said. “I’m Alex.”