“That’s it,” Doc murmured. “So good for me.”
He continued to fuck Ottis with his tongue, in and out, the flexible muscle swirling deep inside. When he pulled out, Ottis’ legs were shaking.
“Hmm,” Doc murmured. He released Ottis briefly; the nightstand drawer rumbled open.
Then a soft strip of fabric slipped around Ottis’ eyes, and Doc secured it behind his head.
“Can you see out of it?” Doc whispered.
Ottis shook his head.
“Good. I’m going to turn you around, and admire you.” Strong hands gripped Ottis and flipped him onto his back. Ottis gasped; Doc’s hands cupped his sides and ran up and down his body, sending a wave of tingles through his skin. “So beautiful. Mine.”
Ottis shivered. “Is your mask off?”
Doc hesitated. “Yes. It’s... the first time in a long while that I’ve taken it off in front of an omega, with the lights on.”
“Okay.” Inwardly, Ottis wanted to cheer.
“You’re not going to ask me to remove the blindfold?”
Ottis shook his head. “One step at a time. We’re getting there.”
Doc huffed; Ottis thought he might be smiling. The alpha leaned in and tucked his scar-rough face against Ottis’ neck, breathing him in. He nuzzled down Ottis’ chest, sucking on one nipple, then the other, until milk flowed out of him. “Delicious. Beautiful.”
Doc licked up the trails of milk. He cupped Ottis’ ass and hefted him up, pressing kisses down Ottis’ stomach and belly.
“I have stretch marks, you know,” Ottis said, since maybe with all that sex in the darkness, Doc hadn’t noticed the lines on his abdomen.
“Mmm.” Doc rubbed his face against those marks, as though heenjoyedthe sight of them. Ottis’ chest grew tight. “Still beautiful.”
Slowly, carefully, Ottis reached down, cupping Doc’s face. Bumpy scars caught against his fingertips. Doc froze for a moment. Then he made himself relax, shoulders going loose.
“You’re amazing too,” Ottis whispered. Heart thumping, he brushed his fingers through Doc’s hair. And he gave a firm tug, trying to move Doc closer to his cock.
An animal sound ripped out of Doc’s throat. “Sweetheart,” the alpha snarled, the danger in his voice going straight to Ottis’ core.
But instead of attacking, Doc gripped Ottis’ thighs and heaved them up, opening his legs. He nosed at Ottis’ leaking cock, one hand gripping Ottis’ ass, squeezing him through the lace. Ottis whimpered, precum shooting out of him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Doc growled. He skimmed his nose up Ottis’ length, then did the same with his tongue. At Ottis’ tip, Doc wrapped his lips around that bundle of nerves, and sucked.
Ottis howled, his hips jerking up.
“Such a beautiful present, all wrapped up for me,” Doc murmured, sucking on his tip again. He held Ottis’ hips up with one hand, pushing his fingers through the rear cutout. Those fingers slipped between Ottis’ cheeks and found his hole easily, three of them plunging in at once, stretching him open.
Ottis gasped. Doc groaned, twisting his fingers inside so they shoved against Ottis’ prostate.
Ottis writhed, yanking on Doc’s hair as he tried to hold on. But it was hard. Doc kept working on that sensitive spot; he ground his fingers mercilessly against it, so Ottis bucked and yowled, coming again.
“Perfect,” Doc said, his fingers still buried deep. “I love it when you come like that. So full of pleasure, your cock all red and hard for me. Your hole dripping wet, trying to suck me in. Trying to beg for more. You want my big cock in here, don’t you?”
He scissored his fingers, closing his mouth around Ottis’ tip.
Ottis couldn’t breathe; it all felt so good.
“I’m going to show you something different now,” Doc said, his breath warm and humid on Ottis’ cock.
Before Ottis knew what was going on, Doc had lowered him to the bed, fumbling in the nightstand.
