3. Remy

REMY

It wasn't my first time eating out an omega but it was the first time I would have died happily drowning in her slick. Fuck, Sierra tasted good. Juicy and sweet and elusive. I licked at her more, unable to get enough of the heady, addictive combination. She tasted like a tropical cocktail, straw caught between teeth and a flirtatious smile.Fresh coconut, elderflower syrup and a generous squeeze of lime. Sweat formed on a perfect set of tits as I bent forward to chase a spilled droplet with my tongue.

She was shaking and moaning as I fucked my tongue deeper into her soaking entrance.

I still couldn't believe I was here, tongue-fucking the one and only Sierra Echo. There were many creators on OmegaFans — which, despite the name, were mostly betas. Only a small percentage were verified omegas. All were top earners because of their rare designation.

But there was only one like her.

Why was it so hot when she made herself squirt while wearing leggings that hid everything? I was addicted to her noises, the way she described how slick her pussy was and watching the fabric darken as she got closer and closer to climax.

When she released her first video of her bare pussy sinking down on a knotted dildo, I used it to make one of my most viewed videos to date because of how much cum I'd produced.

She was more popular than people who did much more depraved things with much more depraved people. And she didn't even show her face. She would be unstoppable if she did because fuck she was beautiful. Doe-eyed, plump-lipped and the cutest fucking apple cheeks.

And she was all mine. Or rather, Ryder's.

For now anyway.

My knot was pounding at the base of my cock. Sierra's orgasm had flooded her pussy with slick, priming her to take the dense swollen muscle. The alpha haze was creeping into the edges of my vision and I mentally slapped myself, reminding my slick-drunk alpha that this was a job.

I continued to lick at her cunt, even as she squirmed and tried to get her over-sensitised clit away from me. My hold on her ass cheeks only tightened, pulling her closer.

"Mm, your tongue feels so good in my pussy. How do I taste, alpha?" Sierra asked me breathily.

Like fucking nothing else.My mouth was too busy doing other things to reply so I just spread her ass cheeks wider and dove deeper.

"God, I want you so much. I can't believe how worked up you've got me." She pushed back against my face. "I think I would let you put it anywhere you wanted."

I snapped back with a snarl and bit down hard on her ass. Bratty fucking omega. She knew full well we had both agreed there would be no anal play today. My bite didn't break the skin but it was a bit too fucking close.

Thank god for the teeth caps.

I ripped the rest of her ruined leggings off her. The primal urge to fuck her full of my cum rose even higher. My hand scrambled around the nest until it found the camera. I started filming, laying my heavy cock in the crease of her ass. Sierra moaned, lowering her front half until she was pressed against the mattress.

A waiting, willing omega eager for my cock.

Because it's her job, fuckwit.

I hoped the mic was picking up her whimpering oh my god as I slowly penetrated her. She was molten around me. Hot, wet and so fucking tight, her pussy already beginning to squeeze me with her trembling pleasure. The camera better have been capturing every detail of how shiny and soaked my cock was as I pulled out because I couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except drown in the sensation of this pussy I was lucky enough to fuck, let alone try and deal with something as inane as camera settings or shot framing.

No. This is work.

You're here to work.

I checked the screen and the monitor — fucking perfect, as I knew it would be — and pushed the tip of my cock back inside her.

"You want this cock, omega? Then fuck yourself on it."

I was extremely grateful that I had blown my first load all over her tits earlier. Because there was no other way I would've been able to hold myself back when that juicy bouncing ass slapped on my thighs as Sierra fucked herself eagerly on my length. The camera loved her — curves and softness everywhere.

The pressure was mounting in my cock, my cum racing up my shaft. Fuck, not yet. I pulled her off me and flipped her onto her back with a rough push. Got a hit of my scent on her tits and my hindbrain roared with satisfaction. I found myself bending down, dragging my lips across the delicate skin of her neck. Before I'd realised what I'd done, a purplish mouth-shaped mark appeared.

Oops.

I slid back inside her, turning my focus to the camera to try and distract myself and last longer. First I got a shot of her lips, the bottom one caught between her teeth. Lush tits — covered in me — bouncing with each thrust. Finally, the money shot. Her spread, pink pussy stretching around my cock as my tip disappeared inside of it. I braced my palm on her stomach and fucked her until her slick darkened the sheets beneath us.

The camera captured it all.

"I want your knot, alpha," she begged. The perfect needy omega for her audience. "I need to feel your cum inside me."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I only just managed to film Sierra's pussy straining to take my knot before my hand started to shake. I shoved the rest of my knot deep, sealing our bodies tightly together before letting the camera land on the soft sheets of her nest. Her pussy walls clenched, demanding my cum from me. I lost it, flooding her with a violent shudder.

"God, you're coming so much. I feel so fucking full, I love it," Sierra moaned. I leaned down, smothering that dirty mouth with my kiss.

There was a gentle push on my abs and I leaned back. My camera was now in her hand, capturing her point of view. Sierra used her fingers to spread herself open so she could focus on my knot inside of her before slowly moving upwards. Her hand followed the same path up my body, lazily caressing my abs, between my pecs, before coming to rest on my chin. I let my head sink slightly into her touch as our eyes met.

It was somehow more intimate than anything we'd just done.

Then she gave me a light slap. "Ugh, stop being so hot," she complained. I snorted, took the camera from her and switched it off. My palm slid along the small of her back so I could roll us so she was on top. She relaxed with a small sigh and it coincided with an uneven thump in my chest.

My knot still felt huge.

"So, uh…what do we do now?" I said after a beat.

She laughed, placed both palms on my chest and rested her chin on top of them. Funny how she could go from sultry to cute-as-a-button at a moment's notice. Instead of replying, she started playing with my armpit hair.

"Stop it, that tickles."

She giggled and just did it more.

"Oh, so I get to be tortured now, is that it?" I demanded between involuntary twitches.

Sierra let out a dramatic sigh and laid a hand — the one she had been tickling me with, thank Christ — on her forehead. "I'm sorry you are being tortured by having to knot my prison of an omega pussy. Such a terrible crime being committed here. I can find another alpha if this is too hard on your poor penis."

My growl erupted from me before I could stop it. Call me stereotypical but when an alpha knotted an omega, the last thing he wanted was to imagine someone else taking what was his.

"Sorry," I grunted. "Don't say shit like that when we're knotted together."

Instead of soothing me like any other omega might've, Sierra sighed impatiently. "Let me be clear, Ryder. The only person I belong to is me. Don't make me regret doing this with you if you're going to get all possessive."

Ugh, she was right. I would have to get over this fast if I was going to convince her to keep working with me. "My alpha's just being an idiot," I explained easily. "It won't happen again."

Sierra seemed to accept this, settling back into her position on my chest. "At least you didn't purr, that would've really freaked me out."

I must've mirrored her distaste from the expression on my face and she laughed. Purring for her would've been go-halves-on-a-mortgage level lunacy.

I let my hand settle into the curve of her spine. "What are your thoughts on collaborating exclusively for the time being?"

She was back to eyeing me suspiciously. One step forward, ten steps back apparently.

"This has nothing to do with the growling, does it?"

I was getting exasperated. "Do I need a briefcase, top hat and monocle before you'll believe I'm just talking about work?"

"Great, now I'm picturing you as the Monopoly man, Ryder."

Well, that made my knot go down slightly. Sierra seemed to notice, squirming on top of me. I could feel the slide and squish of our combined fluids in her pussy, reminding me of how carnally I'd marked her.

Focus on anything except that unless you want to make her think you have a hard-on for Monopoly.

My knot annoyingly did not deflate any further.

"Look, I think we can make some really great content. I don't need to see the footage to know we've struck gold," I told her, trying my best to keep my tone serious.

Very convincing, keep going.

"We obviously have chemistry. And we value our anonymity. Saves us from having to test frequently."

All logical arguments. Reeeeel her in.

"What do you think?"

Sierra's lips pursed in thought. "Makes sense. I was more or less happy to stay a solo creator before you messaged me, so it's not like I have a list of potential people I want to work with."

There was no need for a list because the list was ME!

I was very glad my alpha could not voice his extremely idiotic knot-driven thoughts.

"Wait, what about my heat?" There was a brief flash of defiance in her dark eyes. "I'm not going to stop using NOC's heat services. With all due respect, you're an excellent fuck but I'm not risking my health for that."

I probably shouldn't have been internally crowing over being called an excellent fuck but tiny celebratory flares erupted anyway.

I waved a hand. "That's different. Of course you should do what you need to for your heats. The National Omega Commision have their own health checks, don't they?"

I'd never been an alpha heat partner so I didn't know. Sierra confirmed that I was correct.

"And personal life?" she prompted.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what do we do about other partners in our personal life? You are a very good-looking, presumably single alpha male. I am not expecting you to be a monk for my pussy."

The fact that my mind went straight to some sort of filthy priest/confession booth roleplay was probably ripe for psychoanalysis.

But I also couldn't shake the feeling that my dick had decided without me that he didn't want to live anywhere else but inside her. It was inconvenient to say the least. Hopefully the feeling would go away once we weren't locked together anymore.

"Well, let's just get tested if there's anyone new," I suggested. She was an omega who was probably looking to get packed up eventually. Isn't that what they all wanted? I wasn't putting my hand up for it so it wasn't like I had any grounds to ask her not to see other people.

I was personally taking a break from hookup culture — mediocre transactional-feeling sex got old after a while. Plus my, er, output was more impressive if I saved it.

"Can I trust you with that?" Sierra asked seriously.

"Yes," I said emphatically. The thought of endangering her health made me irrationally upset. "And you?"

"Yes, of course. I'll do right by you." Sierra seemed satisfied at last. "Alright. I'll think about being exclusive. Let's see how these videos do."

That was a poor barometer if she was trying to get out of it. I already knew this would push our subscriber counts into the stratosphere.

We lay in a slightly uncomfortable silence for another couple minutes. Her hands began to wander lazily over my bare skin. I unconsciously did the same, stroking up her arm. I brushed the strands of pink to the side, fingertips grazing her neck and Sierra froze.

I got the briefest glimpse of an old, faded bondmark before she pushed my hand off.

"Red," she said coldly, before turning her face away from me.

That was fine.

I wasn't here for her life story. As long as some alpha wasn't going to come beat me up for fucking his omega, it wasn't my business.

"Good. I didn't want to know anyway."

She looked back up at me pleasantly surprised. "Then this might work out perfectly after all."

The concierge, receptionist, security minion — whatever you wanted to call him — gave me the biggest evil eye as I exited the lift.

I was pretty sure scanning my driver's licence was not a requirement of entry into this high-end apartment complex. Especially not while being frowned at like I was being mentally put through an assortment of medieval torture devices.

"That was quick."

I looked around at the empty lobby like there was a possibility he was not talking to me. "Me?" I asked, pointing at my chest and putting on my best flabbergasted expression.

His scowl got even darker. "Obviously."

This beta really had a terrible poker face. "Don't worry, I am very efficient. All parties have been left satisfied," I assured him with a wink.

He stared at me. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

I dropped all my pretences. "I'm not the one who started the conversation, buddy," I told him plainly. "I'll see you next time."

I whistled as I made my exit and his glare was an icy dagger in my back.

No job was perfect.