His grip tightened on James' cock again, turning punishing, and James' head fell back as he let out another pathetic sound. He nodded, groaning loudly when the wet heat of Evan's mouth sealed around his cock again. "I know that I shouldn't have," he rasped. "My dad...he was asking about any girls. I haven't said anything and...fuck, I should have been more careful, Ev..."
Evan didn't respond, not verbally. Instead, he sucked James' cock harder, his tongue stroking up and down the underside until James' eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. His grip on Evan's hair tightened again, and the soft groan that Evan made pulled James' balls tight up around his pelvis, far sooner than he wanted to.
God, he needed this. Needed to be out of his head, needed to not be in control, needed to not fuckingthink...
Evan popped off James' cock again before he could get too close to coming, looking up at him with blazing blue eyes as he cupped James' balls again. "You have no reason to suspect that anyone saw anything. Doing anything in public like that...it was risky, I'm not going to say that it wasn't. But your dad didn't say anything too specific, so for now, let's go on like he doesn't know anything. For all you know, he was fishing and hoping that you would give something away. Right?"
James squirmed a little. "I...I don't...maybe..." he whispered. The voice in his head that was constantly on edge, constantly looking out for the next danger around the corner, it screamed that it would be the height of foolishness to underestimate his father. Being overcautious is what had kept him alive so far, and out of harm's way...
The bigger part of him was so fucking tired, so exhausted from constantly holding onto anger and tension and anxiety every time he left the house. And he wanted to give it all away, at least for a little while.
So he nodded, biting his lip as he looked down at Evan. "You're probably right," he said softly. "It just scared me."
The uncomfortable, open sensation of vulnerability was one that James hated. He had spent years avoiding it like the plague, pushing away anyone or anything that might have let him feel safe enough to let down his emotional walls. It made him feel like the inside of his skin was exposed to the elements, just waiting for someone or something to take advantage of his moment of weakness and use it against him.
Evan never did, though. He never took what James gave him and made him regret it. Evan was his safe space, in a way that James could hardly bear to think, let alone express in words.
Evan nodded, his expression steady as he looked at James. "I know," he said quietly. "It's okay. I'm here for you."
James swallowed hard, nodding. Through the intense conversation, his erection hadn't flagged even a little, and he couldn't stop himself from whining softly at the sadistic gleam that lit in Evan's blue eyes as his attention shifted. He bit his lower lip, his grip on James' balls tightening until it was almost painful, and James' cock throbbed at the attention as Evan leaned down again, his lips brushing against the swollen head. "Now, I'm going to suck your cock, and you're going to be a good boy and not come until I tell you to, aren't you?"
James groaned softly, his fingers flexing in Evan's hair. "And if I do?"
Evan looked up at him, smirking slightly. "I can get the cock ring if you need a little help."
James whimpered, and his cock jerked. He shook his head vigorously, his voice already a desperate pant as he whispered, "I'll be good."
Evan nodded, as if his answer was obvious. "Of course you will. Now sit there and let me take care of you."
Chapter sixteen
Camelia
Camelia opened the dryer, hauling out another load of laundry, humming to herself. The soft rustle of fabric against fabric was the only sound in the house, and where some might find the quiet a little eerie, she found it comforting.
As she and her father had discussed, the day after their phone call she had packed up a few things and left her dorm to stay at her father's house. She had left a note for Jessica so that her prickly roommate wouldn't wonder where she went, though Camelia wasn't sure if she warranted even that much thought from the girl. Even so, it had made her feel better to offer that small companionship, and when she had walked back into her dad's house, she couldn't deny that a small weight lifted off her shoulders.
Her dad was already packed for his diplomatic trip, dressed in a suit with no tie, waiting for her in the living room as she walked in the door. His tense expression relaxed a little when he saw her, and when he opened his arms for a hug, Camelia couldn'tstop herself from throwing herself into his arms like she was a little girl again.
Carson pressed his cheek to the top of her head. "It's okay, you'll be safe here until I get back," he murmured.
Camelia nodded, though the slow clenching in her gut told her that that wasn't quite true. But it was the best solution they had, so she wasn't going to argue with it.
He left for his trip, and Camelia was left alone in the house to settle in, put some clothes back in the closet that had been hers for several years, and feel a slow, tense wave of dread settle in on her as her medication ran out, and she was forced off her suppressants.
For the first few days, it was okay. She didn't notice any significant differences, either in how she felt or how anybody around her treated her. If anything, apart from Aria, it seemed like people gave her an even wider berth, even more space than usual.
The tension that she was carrying and the glare that she shot at anyone who looked at her the wrong way might havesomethingto do with that, but who could say.
On the fifth day after being off her suppressants, though, Camelia started noticing her first prickle of symptoms. A heightened sensitivity of her skin. More intense random arousal, with no apparent cause. More people glancing curiously her way, and the resulting urge to throw herself at anyone until they gave her attention and touch and what sheneeded...
She knew that the initial surge of hormones wouldn't last forever, and that she would quickly regulate enough to find some sort of balance over a few days, or weeks if it came to that. The suppressants hadn't just eradicated her heats; it had mellowed her excessive hormones enough that she had been able to operate in the world like she wasn't an Omega, and now that shewas being forced off the pills due to her own poor planning and the pharmacy's shortage, she was feeling the effects.
Which is why, even as she sorted through laundry almost two weeks after her father had left her alone, she was desperately trying to ignore the sensitivity of her skin any time it brushed up against anything. The hardness of her nipples, the swelling her pussy lips and the wetness that she could feel constantly present as she tried to go about her day.
This wasn't even heat levels of hormones. This was just her body trying to readjust to her regular Omega hormone surge, and it was fuckingmaddening.
Camelia pressed her lips tighter together, reaching into her pocket and turning the music up on her earbuds as she carried her laundry upstairs and to her room. The aggressive music that played soothed her hormones a little, mellowed her sour mood a tiny bit, but it didn't completely distract. Nothing would, not unless she could get back on her meds.
