I left my omega at home with no idea he was horny as hell. I could have just done a Kane and skipped practice altogether if I'd seen this sooner.
My cock is so hard it’s straining against my pants, and I need to free it. But my hands are full, and I’m not letting go of the towel or my phone for anything.
I roll my hips as I watch my omega draw his hands from his pants. As if that will give me some relief.
I don’t need to guess what the hell he's staring at as he draws them from his pants, because I’m already licking at it.
I should have been there, kneeling on the floor so he could fuck my face as I fingered him and made him cry for me. If I loosened him up with my fingers until he was begging, then I could have put my hard cock to good use.
Rewinding it back to where I entered the kitchen, I’m completely entranced as I watch it again, all while exploring the towel.
I can't get rid of the question of why he has to hide this from me. Had Ollie told him what happened between us, or was he waiting for Kane to claim him? Or is it because I’m so mucholder than him, or I’m his boss, or any other crazy reason that means I’ve missed out on the sight of him coming to my touch?
I need to see him. I have to go. But every lick of the towel sends me deeper into a spiral of pleasure. I spread it over my face like I’m between his legs. Fabric covers my chin and jaw, and I watch the screen as I replay the moment Luke comes.
Biting at it, I gather the towel in my mouth, and sucking because it tastes so fucking good.
I rewind it again, and again, captivated by how Luke curves into me, and how I’m definitely grinding my cock into his ass. He looks as blissed out as I feel now, my head spinning with my omega’s taste.
I know my feelings for him have grown, but this sweeps me away. If he can look at me with that expression, I feel like I can push past everything that happened with my ex-wife. All my fear and paranoia, and the conviction that Luke will lie to me again because he hid the fact that he’s an omega.
Because he really looks like he loves me, too.
It’s so raw and honest that I moan as I suck at the dish towel, swallowing his slick like I’m feasting on him.
I’m too dizzy and so wound up I don’t even know if I can drive when it’s this intense.
It’s when I finally pause the video, standing up and shoving the phone back in my pocket, that the fate I’ve tempted comes knocking.
Footsteps echo from outside my secret spot, and I quickly hide the dish towel in my fist and lower it by my thigh as Kane rounds the corner.
“Hey, baby,” he purrs, and I’m already so wound up, all I do is stare. “What you doing out here all on your lonesome?”
He eyes the full lunchbox peeking out of my sports bag on the bench beside me as he enters and raises a brow. I step away fromit, pressing my back to the adjacent wall, hoping he’ll go for the lunchbox and won’t notice the towel.
I’m glad he’s come. I’m practically vibrating because I’m so fucking horny. If I’m ready to tell Luke that I want to be with him, then maybe I can finally admit to Kane that there’s something here as well.
I want to hold out the dish towel to Kane and ask him to tell me what he smells, to find out if Luke is his match as well, but Kane has already stepped in front of me.
He freezes, and I suck in a breath as a growl rumbles from him and his gaze grows dark, scanning my cheeks and jaw.
“Timber,” Kane hums, already near enough that he can scent me. “What’s going on?”
I can’t move when he’s so close, and my need for Kane swells with my desire for Luke, because I want to taste them again.
Kane grabs the front of my shirt, and he presses against me. His firm body juts against my hard chest, and I groan in relief as he runs his nose up my jawline.
He feels it too. My shirt tenses as he bunches it in his fingers, and he moans as he presses his lips to my jaw.
“What have you been doing without me, baby?” he murmurs.
I jump as his tongue traces over my cheek, and another moan shudders from him.
“When did you see her? Did you fuck her already?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask hazily, just as he licks at me again. I’m so wound up that just having him touch me is like cool water in a desert.
“You know what I mean,” he rasps as his lips sweep my chin, traveling over to the other side of my face. He kisses my jaw again, lapping at me, his other hand sinking to my hip as he tastes my skin, and I can't resist him. “Where did you see Ollie?”
