What if he doesn’t like the size of my dick?
“What happened?” Dasan asks as he grips the back of my neck and pulls me forward so my face is in his. My hands land on his shoulders to keep my balance. “What happened today to make you so insecure about your body?”
I shake my head. “I-I don’t know,” I stammer. “I was looking at myself as I waited for you, and I guess I wasn’t sure if you liked what you saw.”
His expression softens. “Shiv.” His lips brush mine in that soft way of his. Even more than when he kisses me deeply, thesesoft kisses take my breath away, and I always struggle to take another.
“We’re going to work on your self-image.I’mgoing to work on making sure you understand just how beautiful you are to me. You’re not lacking anything. You’re notalmostperfect. You’re not in need of improvements anywhere. Not for me. Am I clear?”
I nod. “Yes, Alpha,” I whisper.
“However, ifyouwant to do something to make you feel better about yourself, I will support that in any way I can. Is that something you want?”
I glance at my stomach, the hair on my body, his hand slowly stroking my cock. “Do you… really like my dick?” I ask.
“Are you asking because I don’t touch you often enough?”
Am I? Is that why I’m insecure all of a sudden? “I don’t know,” I admit as I watch his hand move over me. “Maybe?” I shake my head. I can’t say with any confidence one way or another.
There’s a knock at the door, and I jump, eyes going wide with panic. Oh fuck. I can’t open the door like this!
“Easy, omega,” he murmurs and presses his lips to mine. “It’s food. Remember?”
Oh. Right. Though that doesn’t quite settle my heart or the barely under control panic in my chest.
“Get on the bed. On your knees. Wait for me.”
I nod and do what I’m told as Dasan gets the door. As soon as the door opens, I can smell the food. It’s… unfamiliar. I listen to Dasan’s voice as he interacts with the delivery man. Then he’s back in the room with a large paper bag.
“It’s nice that we’re close to some family friends who cater today with meals that have been with our people for hundreds of years,” Dasan says as he sets the bag on the table. “Including mytwo favorite dishes—roast buffalo and corn soup. Have you had either?”
I shake my head. “I’m looking forward to trying them.”
He smiles as he comes toward me, then he climbs onto the bed, facing the same direction I am, except that he lies down.
“Come here, sweetheart. Sit on my face. Let me show you how much I love your dick.”
“But… what about the food?”
“It’ll stay hot for quite some time. Don’t make me tell you again, omega.”
I scramble to Dasan and awkwardly, so fucking self-consciously, straddle his face. I think my entire body is going to burn.
His hands grip my thighs as he shifts himself into the position he wants, then his mouth is on my balls. I groan, heat surging through me.
“I’m going to worship your cock until you’re convinced I love what you have, Shiv. So if you want to eat, you best figure it out, sweetheart.” Before I can answer, his mouth closes around my cock and my moan fills the room.
CHAPTER 19
DASAN
It doesn’t takeme long to correlate my distracted behavior with Shively’s insecurities. In his presence, which includes hockey, I make sure I’m more focused than a fucking lion hunting his prey.
That doesn’t mean I’m less distracted, though. It just means I’m getting better at hiding it.
What I wasn’t at all prepared for was Shively’s insecurities about his body. I’m not going to lie. Our coach is fucking hot. I’ve thought so since I was traded to Winnipeg. Hence the reason he’s always been spank bank fodder, though not one I indulged in often because that’s disrespectful as fuck. Heismy coach, after all. But nonetheless, he’s hot as fuck and everyone knows that.
We’re working on his body issues. I’ve put into place that every single morning, Shively needs to tell me one thing he likes about his body and one thing he doesn’t like. Then I tell him one thing I love about his body. From there, we discuss how he can work on that insecurity throughout the day, so when we check in later that evening, perhaps he’s a little less self-conscious about it.
