Dylan swallowed, and Steve watched with bated breath as he crawled tentatively toward him. His movements were slow, and he stopped twice to look back at August and Ryker for reassurance. When he reached Steve’s boot, he looked up with an embarrassed expression.
“Do you want me to…?” He couldn’t seem to finish the question, but Steve knew what he was asking.
Feeling like he was rooted to the spot, his cock throbbing to the beat of his pulse, Steve swallowed the saliva threatening to escape down his chin and nodded.
“Do it.”
Dylan took a deep breath and lowered his face to Steve’s foot, placing his mouth over one of the droplets of Steve’s load and licking it into his mouth.
The stiff leather of Steve’s boot meant that he barely felt the movement of Dylan’s tongue, but that didn’t matter. Seeing the boy on his knees in front of him, licking his boot and eating his come, was a million times better than listening to him get his face fucked in the other room.
Moving his face across Steve’s boots, Dylan licked up the last remnants of Steve’s load with careful swipes of his tongue.
“You like the taste of that, don’t you?” Ryker growled, kneading his bulge as he walked up behind Dylan and nudged between his legs with his foot. “Come and leather. You should be thanking Steve for giving you such a treat.”
Dylan moaned, mumbling a whispered, “thank you,” as he licked along the side of Steve’s ankle.
It was the moan that pushed Steve over the edge. Even though he wasn’t touching his cock, his balls pulled tight and he came hard enough that his abs contracted and he had to lean back against the wall for support.
Dylan stopped licking, looking up at Steve’s crotch from between his legs and staring at the wet spot slowly spreading against his thigh. The pungent scent of spunk filled the air, rich and musky, Steve’s cock spurting out load after load of come and making a complete mess of his jeans.
Dylan licked his lips, looking at Steve’s crotch with a longing that had Steve clenching his teeth and resisting the impulse to grab the boy by his hair and grind his face into his bulge. He’d never seen someone look so hungry for his load.
“I have some spare jeans you can borrow,” August said, turning and walking back to his office. The words jerked Steve out of his trance, making him look away from Dylan’s hungry expression. When August opened the door and walked into his office, he turned to Steve and rolled his eyes. “Are you coming?”
Before Steve had time to move, Dylan piped up, “I think he just did.”
The joke cut through the burgeoning tension, making August and Ryker both laugh. Steve lifted his hand to his face, stroking his chin and letting out an amused huff.
“I did.” He palmed his bulge, acutely aware of how close Dylan’s face was to his crotch, and gave it a squeeze. Pleasure shot up his spine when he touched his sensitive cock-head through the denim.
“Steve,” August said his name like a warning, and Steve gave himself a mental shake. He looked up and met August’s gaze.
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
He reached out and ruffled Dylan’s hair and then reluctantly walked away and into August’s office.
August reached past him, closing the door and walking over to the closet where he pulled out a pair of jeans. He held the jeans out, but when Steve reached out to accept them, he yanked them back.
“This doesn’t mean you get to fuck him.”
August sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was laying down the law to Steve.
Steve tilted his head, enjoying the fact that he was both taller and wider than August. He straightened his spine, using his size to loom over the other alpha. “It doesn’t?”
Dylan was technically available. Ryker and August hadn’t marked him with the bite that would cement their claim and make him truly off limits.
August was not intimidated. He narrowed his eyes. “Not unless we give you permission.”
Steve licked his lips, studying August’s expression and trying to gauge what he was thinking. “Shouldn’t that be Dylan’s decision?”
August took a step closer, forcing Steve to take an unconscious step back. All at once he felt silly for trying to use his size to intimidate the other man.
They both knew which one of them was more dominant, and it wasn’t Steve.
“It is,” August confirmed, crossing his arms. “But not only his.”
“Does Dylan know that?”
