The moment stretches between us, my purr still rumbles, and the remaining traces of maple syrup fade from my tongue. I don’t want to let it go, I can’t let it escape, but I’m frozen there, watching how Luke’s eyes dance over me. It drives me towards more fantasies, but this time, I’m the one on my knees for him.
I’ve seen that look so many times from fans, from Kane, from my ex-wife. It’s the look that says if I hold out my hand and pull him close, I’m sure he’ll fall into my arms.
Luke straightens, his hands balling into tight fists as a surge of desire burns through me. He catches himself, his shoulders hunching, before he suddenly laughs.
“I guess I’ll leave you to it.” He smirks as if he sees right through me. “You look like you’re enjoying that way more than I would.”
He leans over the counter, and a possessive need rises in me as his earrings clink and he arches his neck. He bends forward, his stomach pressing against the counter so he can reach my bowl, and I have to curl my toes against the stool to stop myself from groaning at the way his back curves.
His ass rises, and I swear he’s standing on his tiptoes so I can get a better look.
“Hey, now, if you look at me like that, I won’t get anything done today.” He chuckles as he stands back up, and I choke as I realize what I’ve done.
Luke likes to tease me as much as Kane, but I refuse to reciprocate because I don’t want to get involved with anyone. No matter how drawn to Kane I am, I won’t go there after what happened with my ex-wife. The only reason I’m even considering anyone else is because I don’t want to go to holdouts. And Marilyn said ‘omega’. Not a cheeky beta who spoons more oatmeal into the bowl I’m getting horny over.
Yes, I think Luke’s attractive from time to time, but I won’t go so far as to say the sight of him ladling oatmeal is so hot my dick is reacting. It shouldn’t be like that.
Luke bites his lip, his tongue playing with the piercing, and I nearly moan out loud again. I don’t want to make things worse, but he looks so fucking sexy that I’m getting hard.
“Enjoy,” he says, curving his body so slowly it has to be deliberate. He throws me a wink as he hands me the bowl, snaps back up, and swans out of the room. I wait until I’m sure he’s gone to look at the bowl of beige mush, which isn’t supposed to taste of anything.
My hand trembles as I go for another spoonful, because it could be a fluke. Maybe that one bowl was the only thing I’ll ever taste for the rest of my life and now I’ll go back to a world of emptiness.
I take a nervous breath as I bring another spoonful to my mouth.
I can’t tell for sure, but I think I hear a click of Luke’s bedroom door.
Now that I’m alone, I can let go. I press the spoon into my mouth, and as the maple syrup spreads over my tongue, I moan so deeply and loudly that my cock goes full mast.
There’s no holding me back. I scoop it faster, letting the taste sink over my tongue. I want to keep going and become a bottomless pit of maple syrup oatmeal, because I can’t let this end. Tasting something for the first time in ten fucking years is a gift.
I press the spoon inside my mouth, drawing it backward and forward so I can suck on it and deepen the feeling.
My cock is aching as I keep eating, diving into the taste. The more I eat, the more I’m reminded of all the sweet tastes I used to love before Kane broke my nose.
Candy apples, lemon sorbet, fucking brownies and cream.
I moan again as the sweetness takes me higher.
I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have moaned in front of Luke, but it’s too hard when he’s given me something I pretend I haven’t wanted for years.
Falling forward, my elbow lands on the counter as I roll my hips and shovel more oatmeal into my mouth. There’s only an inch between me and the bowl, and I’m eating it so quickly that I can’t breathe between bites. But I just wantmore.
Luke’s in his room, and there’s no one else within 500 yards of the house. It wouldn’t hurt to ease my ache, right? I can't leave like this anyway, so it's better to get it over with.
I groan as another spoonful of oatmeal convinces me.
Lifting my elbow, I run my hand under the counter to press against my tented slacks. The second I cup myself, a low growl pours from me.
If I’m going to do this, I need to be quick. If Luke catches me, I have no idea what he’ll do.
My eyes shudder closed as I force my hand under my tight waistband, gripping my hard length as I take another bite.
I know what I want Luke to do. With his teasing smile, crouching between my legs, looking up at me as he rises on his knees to wrap his hands around my cock.
I moan out loud as I think of how he’d react, how his voice would lilt in that way it does, and moan as he wraps his lips around my cockhead, never breaking his confident stare.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I stroke myself. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off. I try not to do it unless I’m in rut because I end up thinking of Kane, and it feels like he’s won. I’ll never admit to him how much I like the way Kane teases me, and how I’m not against going further with him, except I don’t want to give him one up on me.
