What was I supposed to do? Just sit here and wait like a good little omega? The thought alone made my skin crawl with impatience. Or should I strip down completely, make myself ready so the second he walked through that door there'd be no more excuses, no more hesitation?
I decided on the jeans first. They'd been torturing me since the hallway—too tight, too rough against slick-soaked skin, the denim seam pressing cruelly against my swollen cock every time I shifted. I shoved them down my thighs in one impatient yank, the wet fabric catching briefly on my knees before I kicked them violently off the edge of the bed. They hit the floor with a soft, accusing thud. The briefs followed immediately—black cotton, already ruined, clinging obscenely to the head of my dick and the crease of my ass. There was no point keeping them on. We were going to fuck anyway. I needed to be naked. Open. Prepared. Vulnerable in the way only he ever got to see.
