We’d been here before. The next time it happened, it’d be with my cock stretching him wide.
When Reid was thoroughly breathless, I tore my lips away. I didn’t want him to come like this. I needed to taste it. To taste him.
As I gently lowered him to the floor, Reid grabbed at my neck suddenly. “Are ye sure you won’t regret this after?”
I rested my forehead against his. “I could never regret anything that gives you happiness or pleasure, sweetheart. The real question is, will ye regret it?”
I held my breath as I waited for his answer. If it was in the affirmative, then this was all going to stop. There was no way we’d continue if it was going to cause him stress further down the line.
Reid gave me the sweetest smile and my shoulders relaxed. “No. I think the only regret I’d have is if we didn’t do this. That, and a major case of blue balls.”
I smirked, running a finger along one of his delicate cheekbones. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”
His eyes didn’t leave mine as I sank to my knees. As I flicked open the button on his jeans and freed his erection.
I was the one who broke away, completely distracted by the sight before me. I’d memorised every one of Reid’s six inches the last time. He was uncut like me. There was a small patch of dark hair at the base of his straight erection. My mouth watered as I imagined burying my face in it. Of drinking in that scent.
I remembered all of it, but somehow, the memory paled in comparison to the reality. This, right here, was everything.
Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I drew back his foreskin. The shining head of his cock was revealed, a delicious drop of precum waiting for me to scoop it up.
I leaned forward and did just that.
“Fuck, Ev,” Reid whimpered. “You’re going to make me blow before we even start.”
I winked up at him. “Don’t worry. If that happens, we can just test how good your refractory period is.”
I probably should’ve waited for him to respond, but I was too impatient. My dreams had been haunted by the taste of him for too long. I was beyond ready to make them a reality once more.
That didn’t mean I was going to rush though.
Lifting his cock, I lowered my lips to his balls. Frustration zipped through me. I couldn’t quite get the angle right. I shoved at the back of his thigh with a growl. Thankfully, Reid took the hint and put his leg over my shoulder. This new position spread him wide for me.
It was perfection. Exactly what I wanted. Needed.
Reid moaned as I sucked one ball into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. After giving it my full attention, I switched to the other. There’d be no blue balls for Reid. Not on my watch.
His hands were in my hair now, the roots pulling taut under his grip. There was no pain, just unending satisfaction.
Reid had been drowning in sadness for months. So had I. Right now, we were both surfacing. Gasping for the air we both desperately needed to survive.
Letting his balls drop from my mouth, I dropped feather-light kisses up the side of his cock. Across the head. Back down the other side. I repeated that pattern until Reid’s leg was quaking against my shoulder. Until he said the magic words I’d been waiting for.
“Please, Ev. More. Please.”
My wolf howled in triumph as I finally drew him between my lips. There was no teasing. Not now. I took him into my throat in a single movement, swallowing when he bottomed out.
“Evan!” Reid’s cry was loud enough to make me grateful no one was standing watch. “Oh fuck. Please.Please.”
My sweetheart didn’t need to beg. He was going to learn quickly that I couldn’t deny him anything.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him harder. Fuck, he tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough of him.His hips were thrusting now as he chased his release, and I couldn’t resist glancing up at him. Reid approaching an orgasm was a majestic sight. His head was thrown back against the wall, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. The long line of his throat was stained with colour. Lips still swollen from my kisses were parted as he drank down oxygen between moans.
My cock was like steel in my joggers, but it was surprisingly easy to ignore it. The pleasure and satisfaction I was getting from watching Reid was better than touching myself would’ve been.
Speaking of touching, I needed to feel more of him. My hands went to his arse cheeks and palmed them roughly. I squeezed and kneaded his flesh as I mapped their shape. Several times, my fingers flirted over the seam between them, but never breached it.
Not until Reid tugged sharply on my hair. My gaze snapped up to find his eyes on me. “Stop playing and touch me properly.”
