The first wave hit and I bucked. I wasn’t a newcomer to an orgasm, but this was the first I gave myself without jerking off. I held my hand up to my mouth and accidentally smeared my slippery, yet sticky Omega juice against my full lips. Despite that, or maybe because of it, the second surge came at me like a tidal wave while I felt myself come from both ends. My dick throbbed out while my ass came around the dildo.

The bed creaked back and forth while I pounded away at my sore ass. Somewhere in the delirium, I found myself on my back again with my hand pushing the pretend cock deeper within. Up my chest went. Any more and I would have broken my spine for sure.

Several more waves roared across me. None as powerful as the first but still damn nice. I laid there with my fingers against my ass and panted.

I wouldn’t want to stay an Omega, but that… wasn’t so bad.

It was several deeper pants before I opened my eyes. There, at the foot of the bed was Becky with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Oh my god,” we both said in unison.

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Chapter Fifteen

PETER

“Oh my god... you did pick this.” Her eyes bugged out as she glared at my wet and very exposed asshole and the fake penis semi-sticking out.

I could have yelled at her for coming into my room. Instead, I pulled my kilt up and wished I could clean myself off easier. Getting wet around my ass was far messier.

With a slight grimace, I felt the warm stickiness of my self-given Omega orgasm. I wiped my fingers – hand really – onto my sheets.

So much for keeping things clean.

I quickly stood up and stared at eye level. “This is my room... Becky.”

She swallowed fast and I think I saw a red flash over her face.

“You left… You were out in the driveway. I heard noises. Oh hell… I did not want to see this.”

And yet you stayed.

My chest tightened as my breath quickened. As power plays went, she was ahead. Yes, she was in my room, but I was the one fucking myself in the ass. I didn’t want to give her an excuse, but I wasn’t around anymore. She saw ‘me’ walk out from behind and then came in here.

Her voice was slow. “You like this?”

“Like you don’t. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this.”

Discussing masturbation with her of all people wasn’t something I would normally do. Although, considering the recent bedtime adventure, some concessions had to be made.

Her eyes narrowed. “So, is that how we’ll play this?” She wrinkled her nose as if smelling the air. “I think I was right about you... this is what you really are.”

“Shut up.” My eyes widened. Normally I had a good ability to hold on to my emotions. Now, everything was so magnified – including embarrassment.