He sat up, freeing both hands to open the fly on my expensive new suit trousers—thankfully without ripping them. I swallowed an undignified noise as he reached in and freed my desperate cock from my underwear.
I lay shaking with anticipation as he looked down at me. He was still fully dressed, and I was on my back in a ruined shirt and thousand-dollar trousers, my dick hanging out as he gave it an assessing squeeze.
Lightning raced from my shaft to the base of my spine. I squirmed beneath his touch. A bead of precome dripped in slow motion from my tip to the trail of dark hair on my belly.
“Please,” I whispered, struck once again by how safe this felt, as long as Heath was the one doing it.
The gruff, sharp-tempered alpha bent down. His lips engulfed the head of my cock, his tongue rasping over the slit to gather up the wetness there. My eyes crashed shut as my entire world narrowed to slick heat and suction.
I could count on one hand the number of times someone had sucked me. Always before, it had been another random, harmless twink. Someone like me, who preferred to bottom, and who didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body.
This... was nothing like that.
Heath possessed me with his mouth, taking ownership until there was no question of staying in control... of keeping my cool as my body’s responses rose in an ever-tightening spiral.
“Oh, god,” I choked. “Heath...Heath!”
I was worried that I’d shoot off like a rocket before a full minute had passed. Yet somehow, my pleasure kept building and building, long past the point when I expected it to blow. A faint buzzing noise echoed in my ears, punctuated only by the wet sounds of Heath’s mouth working, and my own thundering heartbeat.
Shush-shush. Shush-shush. Shush-shush.
I listened to the soothing rhythm, following its gradual rise in speed and volume. It was almost a surprise when my muscles clenched, my balls drawing up to shoot hot and heavy into Heath’s welcoming mouth. My whole body trembled withreaction, as though I was dumping an entire year’s-worth of tension instead of a single mouthful of spunk.
Heath groaned, swallowing around my softening length.
I felt oversensitive; lightheaded.
“I want your knot,” I whispered, as Heath pulled off with a pop. My half-hard dick flopped into the crease of my thighs, still twitching weakly.
He straightened, looking down at me. “You’re still not taking an alpha knot without a lot of prep first,” he said, echoing what he’d told me the first time we’d had sex. “But I’ll give you as much as I can without hurting you, pet.” He chuckled. “Looks like you’re plenty relaxed, at least.”
“Can I see you naked now?” I asked, my brain-mouth filter conveniently offline.
“Course you can, not that there’s much to see.” He started taking off his shirt, only to freeze, inhaling sharply.
I rolled up on an elbow. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes darkened, but after a moment, he shook his head and let out the breath he’d been holding.
“Nothing,” he said. “It’s nothing. Get out of those trousers, why don’t you. Because as much I like the idea of you shooting your load all over that brand new Armani, Gage would probably kill me.”
I wriggled out of the suit pants and my underwear with uncoordinated movements, then shed the ruined shirt for good measure.
“Stay here for a minute,” Heath said. “I need a couple of things, if we’re going to do this proper. See if you can get that pretty cock hard for me again while I’m gone.”
I blinked at him, unable to miss the way his own dick was thickening and twitching beneath the trousers he was still wearing.
“’Kay.” I obediently reached for myself and started stroking, even though I doubted I’d be getting hard again so soon.
Heath disappeared, his unbuttoned shirt hanging open, and reappeared shortly afterward with a condom and a packet of lube. His expression, which had been surprised and uncertain before, had grown sharp, almost desperate.
I rolled onto my stomach, hitching one leg to the side in anticipation of the thing I always wanted, and almost never let myself have.
“Gimme,” I said brilliantly.
Heath snorted. “Yeah, I’ll give it to you, all right.Brat.”
The last was said with affection, and I hid my smile against my crossed arms.
