“Do we?” Crawford indulged Owen’s request and let his thumb travel over Owen’s lips. This time Owen’s lips parted, and he took Crawford’s thumb into his mouth. Desire pooled in Crawford’s groin, and his cock strained against his pants in response. Owen’s tongue rose and lapped at the pad of Crawford’s thumb before his lips sealed and sucked, and Crawford had to hold himself back from pinning Owen to the booth and taking him onthespot.
Owen knewexactlywhat hewanted.
Owen’s mouth was warm and wet and tight. The suction around Crawford’s thumb was skillful, and the way Owen used his tongue drove him near wild. He worked his thumb into Owen’s mouth, unable to speak or do much of anything but watch as Owen sucked him in. Owen’s eyes were partially lidded, only open enough to keep an eye Crawford’s reaction. The expression on his face was sinful. Crawford wanted to see what those lips would look like wrapped aroundhiscock.
“Pet,” Crawford whispered once words returned to him. “Look what one little week has donetoyou.”
Owen refused to let his lips part from Crawford’s thumb. He did notreply.
While Owen worked his thumb, Crawford let his hand slide up Owen’s thigh. He’d been hoping for more conversation, but he’d been kidding himself. Owen was an inexperienced submissive and he’d just suffered through a week of teasing without being able to come. Conversation wasn’t going to be apriority.
Crawford’s fingers discovered the cage beneath Owen’s pants, and before he could help himself, he moaned. It was one thing to know it was there, but to feel it? Crawford groped at the metal. The rings strained to hold back Owen’s swollen member. Owen drew in a breath around Crawford thumb and pushed up against him, desperate. After so long, he wassensitive.
Tonight, Crawford was going to make him come untilhehurt.
“Pretty pet,” Crawford praised in a whisper. “Sweet and obedient. Do you know what happens to pets thatlisten?”
Owen’s gaze flicked up to meet his, eyes glossywithlust.
“They get to come home with their master,” Crawford said. “They get to sleep in theirmaster’sbed.”
The tip of Owen’s tongue ran along the underside of Crawford’s thumb, and Crawford closed his eyes momentarily as he committed every second of what they shared to memory. For five years he’d been searching, and at last he’d found the man he was looking for. Now, at last, hehadhim.
Owen wouldbehis.
With a whimper, Owen took Crawford’s thumb into his mouth as deep as it would go. Crawford let him suck for a moment, then withdrew the digit, running it across Owen’s lips one last time before setting his hand down. He squeezed at the cage, and Owen sucked in a breath between his teeth inresponse.
“Get up now,” Crawford said. “I’m not interested in staying here any longer than weneedto.”
“Are we going home?” Owen’s voice trembled as he spoke, and Crawford thought nothing was morebeautiful.
“We are,” Crawford said. “And once we’re there, I’ll show you how much of a good boy youreallyare.”
* * *
Crawford’sprivate car waited for them outside the front doors. Crawford opened the back door for Owen, and Owen ducked inside and scooted across the seat to leave room for Crawford to sit. Room wasn’t necessary. As soon as the door was closed and Crawford was settled, Owen climbed on top of his lap and wrapped his arms aroundCrawford’sneck.
Thiswas what Crawford waswaitingfor.
Owen had wanted him last week, but nowhere near enough. Shy, respectable, self-reliant Owen now wanted nothing more than to be in Crawford’s arms, and Crawford was eager to have himthere.
The car started to move. Crawford had the blinder up, preventing the driver from looking back. The windows were tinted. No one from the outside couldlookin.
“Please, let me kiss you,” Owen begged. His lips were against Crawford’s, his hot breath sweet. It was like the omega in his arms was always in heat. “Ineedit.”
“First, you need to tell me something,” Crawford said. As much as he wanted to pin Owen down and have his way with him, he needed to be responsible. Owen was too far gone to be thinking of consequences. “Are you due foryourheat?”
Owen drew back, expression startled. He shook hishead. “No.”
“You taste like heat,” Crawford whispered. He wanted nothing more than to bed Owen all weekend long, but not if it meant they were going to become parents because of it. “Are you fertilerightnow?”
“No.” Owen’s face grew pained. “It just ended a few weeks ago. I promise. I wouldn’t lietoyou.”
It was a risk, but sleeping with omegas was always risky. Crawford knew the odds. He didn’t believe Owen would purposefullytrickhim.
Perhaps, now that he’d found the omega he wanted, Owen would always tastesogood.
Crawford could get usedtothat.
