“Do you need anything?”
I meet his eyes, finding uncertainty there. “I need you to trust me. Don’t think for a second that I’m upset with you or unhappy with you in any way. Can you do that?”
He chews the inside of his lip, and there’s a beat before he nods.
“You’re lying to me. Aren’t you?”
Shively’s eyes widen. “No!” This mandoes notwant to be punished. “I just…”
I slide up his body so I can press my lips to his. “Do you know why you should trust me right now?”
“Because you’re my alpha,” he answers immediately.
A grin spreads across my face. “Yes. True. But I don’t expect your trust if I haven’t earned it. However, I’ve shown you today that what I said was true. When I have a hard day or something is weighing on my mind, I don’t want to be in my house, stewing on it alone. I’d rather be here with you, wrapped up in you, taking comfort from you. If I were upset with you, would I want those things?”
The shaking of his head is slow. “You just said you were going to be stewing on something and that you had a hard day,” he points out. “Which is the opposite of what you implied earlier, Alpha.”
“You’re correct. I’m sorry. But I promise, what’s keeping me distracted isn’t a negative on you, Shiv. Itissomething I need to work out on my own before we talk about it.”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“I know. Which is why I’m not telling you right now. But, Shiv, Idowant to talk to you about everything. In time. Okay?”
He nods.
“Take a breath.” Shively inhales deeply and lets it out slowly. “Now I want to lie on you and soak up your warmth for a while.”
Shively smiles. “Okay, Alpha.
“That’s my good omega,” I murmur, brushing a kiss against his lips before I scoot back down and retake my position on his chest. I’m happy to find his heart steady and at a normal pace.
CHAPTER 18
SHIVELY
The team doesn’t always celebrateholidays together when we’re traveling, though there have been times when we’ve gotten together as a large group to spend a meal together. This year, we’re in Dallas for Thanksgiving. Tomorrow, we play against Dallas, and yesterday we flew in from Minnesota, so instead of making the trip home, we’re here in Texas.
For the most part, my team broke up into smaller groups. While I generally stay at the hotel and eat in the restaurant so any stragglers have somewhere to go, this time, I’m with Dasan. As far as I know, he doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. I’ve never seen him with any of the groups as they do their thing for this particular holiday.
Once again, I’m waiting on my knees for him, naked and hard, but I’m not wearing a chastity device today. He doesn’t like to leave me in them overnight, for which I’m thankful. However, he told me to put my dick collar on.
It’s exactly like it sounds. It’s a leather collar that wraps around the base of my cock, behind my balls. It’s tight but not uncomfortably so, and the leather is soft against my skin.
I’m half hard because I’m always half hard knowing that Dasan is on his way to me. He likes when I’m hard for him. I’msupposed to be hard at the drop of a hat, ready for whenever he wants to enjoy me. That’s honestly not difficult at all. It’d be far more difficult if Dasan told me to stay soft.
Minutes tick by as I remain where I’m kneeling with my hands behind my back. I glance down at myself, noting how my midsection looks all frumpy like this. There aren’t rolls, exactly, but my skin folds in a way that makes me very self-conscious.
The days of a flat stomach are gone. The days of abdominal definition arelonggone and were short lived. That’s a lot of work, and quite frankly, I don’t have that kind of dedication to my physique.
My thighs are probably one of the thickest parts of me. The most muscular. While I have never played hockey professionally, I’m often on the ice with my team during practices. Skating takes a lot of lower body and core strength. It’s about balance as much as it is strength.
All this to say, my thighs are thick, but in a good way, I think. They’re thick with muscle. My dick lies to the right, not quite ready for attention but can be ready in seconds. I’ve never been too insecure about my dick. I mean, to some degree I am because we live in a world where too big or too small seem to be the only definitions of dicks.
Especially when what defines a “good-sized” cock is subjective, it’s hard not to be a little insecure. But as far as I’m concerned, my dick is fine. I’ve never had any complaints. I seem to know what I’m doing with it. Again, see my comment on no complaints.
Has Dasan commented on it, though? Does he like my dick? How does the size hold up for him? I lean to the side a little as I chew the inside of my lip. What about my balls? Are they considered old man balls yet? Do they sag? Are they wrinkly? What does Dasan think of them?
I pull my eyes up and look straight ahead, staring at the door. Wow. Talk about being insecure for absolutely no reason at all. Dasan enjoys looking at me. Helikeshow I look. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself of this and refuse to look down again. My dick is fine the way it is!
