Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 50 - Forty-Four

Chapter 50: Chapter Forty-Four

LEO

"Now then don’t spill another tear." Erwin kisses my nose. "I have got something for us, wait."

I nod. I sit down at the shore, gathering my knees to my chest. It’s cold here. But the view is magnificent. The street lights and the moon are illuminating enough for us to see each other but surely you can’t read books under this kind of brightness unless you want to damage your sight.

The waves of the sea are calm as they come and touch my feet as gently as feathers, wreaking shivers beneath my skin. I love how it is tonight. Calm and gentle. Far away from our urban lives. No traffic or other noise in the background, just the nerve calming sound of the salty waves of the sea.

I have been to the beach before with Ruth two times. But I have never taken any interest in this kind of vacation. They always seemed too empty to me like there is something missing in the vast sea. Like it is lonely. Something that I can’t put my finger to. But tonight the waves, they don’t seem lonely to me. They seem sad yet happy. They seem okay to be sad. They seem to have found happiness amidst the sadness and loneliness. Or perhaps this is only just one of my wildest fantasies.

"Here." Erwin sits beside me and snaps me out of my delirium.

I wince as I was too lost but school myself soon enough, "What is this?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

Erwin is holding a bottle of Scotch. My eyes ping pong between his grinning face and the Scotch bottle and two glasses in his hands, "I don’t drink."

"Why not?" Erwin’s interest is piqued, "Do you really not like the smell? I thought Scotch would be more of your style."

"Well," My bottom lip behind my teeth, "my alcohol tolerance is as bad as it can be. And I sprout nonsensical shits when I am drunk."

"It doesn’t matter." Erwin snorts, "I am here right."

"But don’t you have to drive later?" I ask.

"No," He shakes his head as he pours the liquid content into the two crystal glasses, "I booked a hotel nearby for one night. We should be fine."

He is too well prepared.

"Fine," I gulp the building anxiety and take a glass from Erwin’s hand.

"Cheers." Erwin tilts his glass a little, anticipating the same action from me.

"Cheers." I clack my glass to his, flashing an uncertain smile that is not reaching my eyes.

I stare at the liquid in the glass held in my hand as if it will empty itself and free me from the turmoil. I know Erwin doesn’t mean anything bad from this, he just want to have some good time with me and explore my other sides. But little does he know how bad the impression and experience I have of this alcohol is.

When I first tasted it, I forced myself on some random guy and if Ruth wasn’t here then there are firm chances that I would have been gang banged. Alone the thought of it terrifies me. So, I stopped drinking for the best. As much as I enjoy sex, I certainly don’t enjoy gang bang, thank you.

It is not like I particularly hate alcohol but the aftermath of drinking it is a pain in my neck. But now that Erwin is here, maybe I can drink a little. Just a little.

I stare at the crystal glass in my hand before chucking the content down in one go. The smoky substance burns my throat as it goes down.

"How does it taste?" Erwin asks, his lower face is covered in the nook of his arm as he rests it on his knee, peering at me lazily and something in his silvery gray eyes waking electric waves inside my body. Or maybe it is the alcohol.

"Do you want some more?" Erwin asks, not taking his breathtaking eyes off me.

I press my lips and nod stiffly as I hold forward my glass, letting him pour me one more. Erwin complies as he hums.

After chugging down another two or so glasses of scotch I have completely lost it. My head is pinning in all directions, my pinched vision is blurring as if someone has installed some blurring effects into them. My head is swinging with the flow of the cold breeze.

"Are you drunk, Leo?" Erwin asks, unsure. This man has drunk as much as I did but he doesn’t sound a least bit tipsy. He sure has some high tolerance for alcohol.

"No." I round my lips. I don’t at all sound like myself and it is regardless to say that my face is already rose-red.

"But you seem so." Erwin chuckles as amusement laps on his gaze.

"Then maybe I am." I hiccup.

Erwin laughs, "Let’s go to the hotel, Leo." He gets on his feet and extends a hand down to me.

But I don’t take it and splay my arms toward him, "Carry me." I demand lousily.

Caught off guard, Erwin croaks, "Heh?" Then it dawns on him, "You want me to carry you?"

I nod hastily. If I was sober then I’d die of embarrassment before even spelling it out.

"Okay. Ear your shoes first." Erwin bends down again to help me wear my shoes. Then scoops me up in his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my arms around his neck and then tuck my face in the nook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. A strange tingling urge coils up in the pit of my stomach. Erwin starts to walk. And I can no longer contain my urge and clamp my teeth into the solid flesh of Erwin’s neck.

He winches, "What are you doing, Leo?" he asks huskily. His warm breath wakes electricity beneath my skin.

"Marking you." I reply dazedly.

"You are dangerous." Erwin’s breath hitches when my tongue darts out from my mouth and caresses the bite mark I just made in his pale neck. He smells so delicious, so tempting that it is making me more lustful and hungry.

I continue to do the same all the way to the hotel room. Erwin bites his lips and endures my sweet tortures. The hotel staff are bewildered by the sight transpiring before their eyes. Their expression is notable when I give him the ’the man is mine’ look as I continue slurping onto Erwin’s neck.

I can’t get enough of him. And I want the world to know that. That the heavenly man is my queen. The most important piece of my chessboard and my life. The piece that fills my life.

As soon as we get to the room, Erwin slams my back against the wall. I yelp at the pain and arch my back. Erwin captures my lips between his.

I moan softly when Erwin forcefully pushes his tongue inside my mouth and slurps mine. Oh God he is too good at this. I suck his tongue too. He groans in my mouth.

"You are too impatient, kitten." Erwin pulls away a little and smirks.

My eyes are closed and my cheeks are burning. My tongue is still tucking out, searching for the pleasure it was getting just now.

"Say do you want me to fuck that little hole of yours, hmm, Leo?" Erwin taunts deviously. A shiver slithers up my spine and leaves burning sparks in its wake. "Say Leo. Do you want to make love with me or do you want me to fuck you the daylight out of you?"

"I want you to fuck the living shit out of me." I bite out.

Erwin crushes his mouth against mine. I moan more loudly this time as I at last get the bliss I was longing for. But it doesn’t make it out of our mouths. The air is filled with the scent of alpha and omega pheromones, blinding both of us.

Another moan slips past my mouth as I feel a rock solid member grinding into my flat stomach. Anticipation mixes up with the alcohol inside my belly. Right now I am feeling so turned on that I have never even been in my heats.

I love the way Erwin is pressing his large body against mine and kissing me like there is no tomorrow. I love the way we fit together. Just perfect.

I tug at Erwin’s clothes, "Take them off." I breathe, my lungs about to dry out of oxygen. "I want to suck you."

Erwin pauses at my remark, "You should drink more, kitten." A killer smirk spreads across his face as his eyes narrow and lust gleams in them, "You are so bold when you are drunk." But suddenly his voice drops into a dangerous zone, "But kitten, have you always acted this way when you were drunk?"

I pause. He is going to be rough with me tonight. And I am not quite sure if my sober self can handle it but this is the reason I am drunk right now, no? And I can feel how wet my hole is for this man and how much it is weeping and begging me to open my leg for his cock to invade me. So, it doesn’t matter how mad I am gonna be at myself in the morning. My current priority is to get myself fucked until my hole go dry and I know it never will.