"Nice name, Mr. Williams," Alex voiced out with a warm smile tugging at his lips.
"Just call me Gabe, please."
"I can't do that," Alex replied with a heavy sigh, after which he pulled out a chair and sat directly before Gabe. "You're soon to be my client, after all. It's only right I accord you the respect you deserve."
Whatever.
Gabe could only swallow hard, nodding in hesitant approval. His hand still lingered near his lap, trying to conceal his stiff, aching erection. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't erase the image of Alex's cock from his mind even though it had been hidden beneath that towel. And yes, Alex's chest was still bare before him, glistening with droplets of water making Gabe swallow hard all over again.
Without wasting any more time, Alex rose from the chair and walked away. He reached for a pair of shorts, tugged them on only after loosening the towel from his waist, and then grabbed a clean shirt to slip over his broad shoulders.
And just like that, the movie called Hot Body playing inside Gabe's head came to a close. He had already accepted that Alex had covered his length, but now, seeing him cover up that well-crafted body entirely felt like an unbearable punishment.
Maybe it was for the best, though. At least his little brother, throbbing so desperately between his legs, might finally have a chance to rest.
"Goodnight, Mr. Williams," Alex said once more with that same warm smile. He stretched out on the three-seater couch in the office, turning his back towards Gabe as though nothing in the world was amiss.
What's with this 'Mr. Williams' crap?! Gabe screamed internally, frustration burning across his face. He actually looks older than me. I should be the one calling him with respect, not the other way around.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Gabe shifted onto the bed, pulling the blanket over himself in an attempt to drown out the heat crawling through his body.
But his cock refused to sleep. No matter how he turned or how tightly he gripped the blanket, the stubborn hardness wouldn't fade just like the relentless image of Alex's length burned into his mind.
It must be the rain, Gabe told himself, clenching his fist. That's what's making me this unbearably hard.
His hand crept down until it closed around the thick length between his legs. Maybe a little petting wouldn't hurt. I haven't felt this kind of hardness in days… maybe this is heaven's mercy. Since there's no man here to stroke me right now, I can at least help myself. Otherwise, my dick might just explode.
With that thought, he began stroking himself gently, his breath coming out in shallow gasps, his mind painting vivid images of Alex's body, the towel slipping away, that cock, heavy and thick, hidden from sight.
"Oh, fuck…" he moaned softly, the sound almost drowned by the rain. His hips jerked as he neared release.
"Mmm...fuck..."
And just like that, he cummed hard, spilling all over the sheets in hot spurts, his loud groan filling the quiet office as his hand continued stroking until every last drop had been milked out.
Despite the release, his length remained stiff, throbbing like rock, as though his hand hadn't satisfied it at all.
Forget it. I'll take a cold shower at home, he sighed in defeat. As for the cum… it'll dry before daytime. Alex is just a Beta anyway. No doubt he won't be able to recognize that I cum here, that this mess belongs to an Omega like me. Especially since by morning, the scent should have faded.
It's not like I can go clean up without waking him. The sound of my wheelchair would give me away. I'll just sleep with cum on my body.
A bitter laugh escaped him. Besides, my stupid husband will already be gone to work by the time I get back, so it's all good.
With that, Gabe closed his eyes, his hand still resting on his aching cock as he waited for sleep to claim him.
******
The next morning arrived swiftly, golden sunlight piercing through the curtains and painting Alex's face in warm rays. The sudden brightness stirred him awake....
Thud!
He tumbled off the couch, hitting the ground with a groan. For a moment, he thought he was in his own bed, only to realize the truth when the hard floor met his spine.
"Fuck this…" he cursed internally, dragging himself up with a hand pressed against his sore backside.
The room still carried a rich, heady orchid scent, one that clung stubbornly to the air. It only worsened the painful hardness straining between his legs. Thankfully, most of the intensity had dulled since last night, otherwise he might not have been able to stand at all.
"That bastard," Alex growled under his breath, his voice hoarse. He staggered toward the bed Gabe had slept in, his instincts driving him forward. Without hesitation, he snatched the blanket up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
One whiff was all it took.
His eyes widened, and he dropped the blanket as though it burned him. He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what Gabe had done....how he had stroked himself until he cummed hard, filling the room with that intoxicating Omega orchid scent. It was so potent it had nearly driven Alex unconscious, his own cock straining painfully all night, rut threatening to consume him.
If his rut hadn't been approaching so soon, if his body hadn't been struggling to keep its composure, he wouldn't have been this affected. But enduring that storm of pheromones had been pure torture.
His gaze then landed on a crumpled piece of paper lying on the desk. He picked it up, smoothed it against his palm, and read.
Thank you for saving me, Mr. Alex, despite the fact I foolishly stepped in front of your car. I'm grateful you allowed me to spend the night at your place. Please don't worry about me, I've returned home safely. We shall see each other soon regarding my story, which I am willing to share with you. Until then, stay safe.
Alex's jaw clenched. "Oh, we'll definitely be seeing each other again," he muttered darkly as he squeezed the note into a ball and tossed it aside. He raised a trembling hand to his forehead, the heat burning through his skin.
You'll have to explain one day, Gabe, he thought with a crooked smile. What made you so hard? Was it me…or just the rain?
He moved back to the couch, collapsing onto it as his breathing grew heavier. Grabbing his phone, he dialed a familiar number.
"Get me two Omegas, Joshua to the mansion," Alex ordered, his voice rough and edged with desperation. "My cock is about to explode."
"What? Explode?" Joshua's voice crackled over the line before bursting into laughter. "You're an Alpha, a high-level one at that pretending to live as a Beta. Why the hell would you need Omegas? Don't tell me you're actually in heat?" He added, his voice now serious and filled with worry.
"Shut the fuck up and get me those Omegas!" Alex roared, rage flaring in his chest. "Or you can wait to get fired, you son of a bitch!"
The call ended with a harsh beep. Alex threw the phone aside and slumped forward, chest heaving, sweat dampening his brow.