I hadn’t paid much attention to the rustling as I used the bathroom. Which, by the way, was a challenge with a cock cage on. I ended up sitting on the toilet to not make a mess, and even then, I still used a wash rag to clean up anything that may have splattered along my thighs.
“Okay, Sir.” I swallowed loudly, my voice having gone dry.
“There’s oil in the nightstand, if you want to use any. I’m just going to lie here with my eyes closed while you explore my body in whatever way you want.”
I nodded, even though he likely didn’t see me do so.
My feet were frozen to the floor for a good solid minute before I got one foot to move closer. Then thenext. Each step was slow, unsure, as I neared the bed. Neared Vincent.
Were my hands going to be cold? Did he want me to use the oil? Did he really just want me to explore him like this, when he was naked? Was I to take my clothes, off too?
“Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Just let instinct take hold of you.”
Easier said than done, I thought.
After a long, steady breath, I made myself move. The unevenness in my chest didn’t fade, but I pushed through it.
I slipped out of my clothes, careful with each piece, folding them into a neat pile. Then I placed them on the dresser, in order to help me feel less exposed.
My hands shook as I neared the bed. My stomach swirled with nerves I never had before.
All the time I served a client, I knew what to expect. I knew how touch felt from those Alphas. I knew how they wanted me by simple commands I always followed.
Vincent was in the middle of the bed, which made it almost impossible to reach his entire body from a standing position. So, I crawled up on the bed, knees pressing into the mattress, my weight barely making a dent.
Vincent lay there, eyes closed, arms laxed at his sides. Like he could fall asleep, just perfectly, right where he was.
My gaze drifted over him, slow and quiet.
His face held that same soft dusting as before, just enough to make him look more like a professor lost in thought than an accountant behind a desk. His nose was straight, balanced, neither sharp nor delicate.
And those lashes.
Long enough to brush his skin when he blinked, like they were meant to hide secrets he hadn’t spoken yet.
Softly, I let my fingers travel across the planes of his face. The small, barely there wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. The dip in his chin. His kissable lips that made me feel things I never dreamed of allowing myself to feel.
As my finger brushed against the pinkish red, Vincent’s tongue poked out. It was a couple of degrees warmer than his skin.
“Are you being a tease, Sir?” My stomach fluttered at the thought that an Alpha, of all people, could tease an Omega.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.”Very.I liked the way it made me feel inside, all soft and butterflysh.
He didn’t reply as my fingers trailed down his neck, then to his smooth chest.
There was hair, but it was so light it was hard to see any of it. His skin was soft and smooth, fitted over strong muscles that could carry me in ways that weren’t just physical. There were no scars, no tales to be told of his past written on his skin. Unlike mine.
When my fingers made it to his stomach, it sucked in, as though my touch may have tickled. Aglance at Vincent’s face didn’t show his displeasure, so I kept going.
From his flat, firm stomach, down to a hip, then down as far as I could reach without having to shift. I came back up, intrigued by the dark dusting of hair around his half-hard cock. It stood halfway, like it was cold.
My own cock twitched, but the cage prevented me from doing more than that. I shifted my hips, trying and failing to find friction to ease the need that began to stir inside of me.
My fingers moved to the other hip that was closer to me. Then, I did circle eights, getting closer and closer to something that made my mouth water.
I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to feel how hard he was against my tongue. I wanted to see if I’d gag and cry as he stuffed his hardness into my throat as far as he could reach.
