I search in my head for any clues they’ve ever given me. But there’s nothing. “I just kind of assumed that you would have at some point.”
But he’s smiling. “We were sixteen when we met. This is a small place. And none of us ever looked anywhere else.”
“Not when we had you,” Oscar says firmly. “And we’re never going to.”
“So,” Max says quietly. “We can all learn together. Okay?”
I like that idea. I like it alot.
Feeling a little braver, I return my attention to his dick. I tilt my head, wrapping my fingers around it again. “It’s like a snake. A trouser snake.”
And then I sort of… wiggle it. “WoooOOooo.”
Muffled laughter breaks out around me. Max’s entire body starts shaking. “Fuck, Kenny. That is… that was beautiful.”
Laughter catches in my throat. I let it out with a muffled snort, slapping my other hand over my mouth. “Sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
I feel a little giddy. Powerful.
With great power comes great responsibility.
I run my closed fist up and down his cock. Slowly, and then a little faster.
Leaning forward, I flick out my tongue. Testing.
Salt. And something… muskier. Something that has my mouth watering.
“F—uck.” The laugher vanishes, replaced by a low groan. Max’s hands slip into my hair, massaging. “Jesus, Ken. That’s… that’s good.”
Good.I want him to feel good.
I want him to lose control. I want to see what it looks like. His hips shift, and he pushes a little deeper. “Shit. Sorry.”
But I follow him back, pushing my mouth down. Until he’s hot and heavy in my mouth, my hand lowering to his base. Lower.
His knot. I run my fingers over it as my head bobs. Try to fit my hand around it. It almost… pulses. But it doesn’t swell in my hand.
That will happen, though. When he’s inside me. For the first time, the thought doesn’t fill me with fear. I wouldn’t mind being close to Max.
His hand caresses my scalp. “Not just yet.”
I could do this. With them.
Closing my eyes, I suck. A little harder, following the sounds he makes until he groans. His words are a rumble. “Baby. I’m going to—you need to pull back.”
The head of his cock slips from my mouth. Licking my lips, I lap at it again. Once more.
And my alpha shudders under my touch, moaning. His hips twist as he bucks. As he comes with a shout, cream spurting from the head of his dick, coating his stomach, his thighs.
And me. I blink as some splatters against my cheek. “Um.”
I’m not sure what the etiquette is for this situation. I swipe it off with my finger and slip it into my mouth to taste. My eyes lock with Max’s wide-eyed stare.
“Shit,” he breathes. “That was— you were—,”
The spell breaks. I feel my face heat as I ease back. “That was okay?”
“More than okay,” Max says dazedly. “Perfect, Kenny.”
