Page 2 of Watch Me

“Rowan dropped off some food. Are you hungry?” Ricky asked as if I couldn’t get up and feed myself. The reminder that he was friends with my son, and I had watched him grow up, was just the thing to temper my erection.

Letting out a sigh, I replied, “That was nice of him. He didn’t want to say hi?”

“Told him you were asleep.”

“Why’d you do that?”

Frowning, I tried to sit up but Ricky pushed me back with surprising strength. He was a beta wolf, but he worked out more than most humans, so I should have expected it. He had helped me out of the woods after the fight with the bears.

“Because you were. And I know you,” Ricky told me, and I had the distinct impression he meant more than as a packmate. “You would have wanted to get up and show Rowan you were fine, and that won’t help you heal.”

Damn. Maybe he did know me. I would keep that to myself, though.

“You don’t know I’d do anything,” I argued, the scent of Ricky filling my lungs since he was still leaning over me with his hands on my shoulders.

The trip home after the fight was a blur, and then I’d been sleeping, so I hadn’t noticed it as much, but I couldn’t escape while he had me pinned to the bed. Ricky’s scent was smooth tobacco, with a sharp tang of bright citrus and heady spices.

Like the best kind of cigar, I shouldn’t inhale. I could almost taste him though, and rolled it around my tongue like I would an expensive whiskey.

Opening my eyes, I saw Ricky had gotten closer, his breath hot on my face as his eyes filled with lust. “Want a taste, Alpha?”

Yes!

My wolf had been dormant while I rested, but he was on board with what Ricky was offering. If I let my wolf have his way, Ricky would already be under me.

It didn’t change the years and web of relationships between us, though. “I—I can’t.”

Ricky tilted his head like a confused pup but didn’t lean away, “Can’t, or don’t want to? Because there’s a big difference between the two.”

Closing my eyes again, I didn’t stop him when he moved a hand from my shoulder to my chest, his rough fingers caressing my nipple to a peak. Biting back a moan, I tried again. “I shouldn’t.”

“Still not hearing ano, orI don’t want you,” Ricky pointed out, running his nose along mine as his hand delved under the comforter and along my stomach. “When I expected to hear you say:I’m straight.”

“I’m…” I let my voice trail off. I’d never outright claimed to be straight. Hell, I had hookup apps hidden on my phone for when I needed to scratch an itch in Napa or Santa Rosa. But I’d also never said my truth out loud. “Not straight,” came out of me before I registered what I was saying.

A weight I hadn’t known I was carrying lifted off my shoulders. I’d dated women, and enjoyed all bodies, but I gravitated more towards men. And now someone besides me knew a little bit about what I’d hidden for the first time.

Ricky stilled his hand an inch from my cock and I groaned. Brows high on his forehead, I could see I’d shocked the brat. Before, he had no clue his flirtations were anything more than an annoyance to me. I’d just given him ammunition. Now he knew that I wasn’t unaffected.

Ricky hovered his hand over my crotch and a shiver ran through me. His eyes met mine and I nodded, not evensure what I was agreeing to. “How about I have a taste and you lay back and enjoy,Alpha?”

“A taste?” I bit my lip as Ricky threw the blankets back and revealed my cock. It bounced to attention and Ricky wasted no time bending to take me in his mouth. “Holy shi-!” I hadn’t had a blowjob in a while, with my alpha cock and knot throwing some people off. I usually only got head in a dark room after multiple drinks. So it had been at least a year. Shit, no. Maybe two or three years? When his lips met my hidden knot, I arched off the bed and felt it in my ribs. “Fuck,” I shouted, a mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through me. But Ricky was also right about my healing.

We shouldn't be doing this.

“Hold still or I’ll tie you to this bed,” he warned, and a shiver ran through me.

He was my son’s age and I was doing what he said. I’d always topped my partners, but the image of being at his mercy while he got me off or used me for his pleasure had me right on the edge. He licked at my tip and I had to grabonto the sheets to keep from taking over and fucking his face.

Ricky’s brown eyes met mine, the black pupils blown wide. “You taste good, Alpha.”

The words were at the tip of my tongue to tell him to stop. That this was wrong. But it felt too good.

Taking me to the back of his throat over and over again, Ricky gripped my thick base where a knot would pop and fondled my balls with the other hand. “I’m close,” I choked out, wanting to warn him before I blew.

Instead of pulling off, he took me deeper, his throat contracting around my head and sending me over the edge. I shot my load hard and deep before he pulled back enough so I could finish on his tongue. He gulped me down and it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen when he licked his lips as if relishing me flavor.

Ricky moaned and his hips jerked, a wet spot appearing on the gray shorts telling me he’d come hands free from blowing me. Fuck, that was a heady feeling, and a spurt of cum dribbled down my still hard length to rest on his hand where he squeezed my knot.