Page 22 of Watch Me

“You said I could suck you too,” he pointed out with an almost pouty lower lip.

“I did.” Thumbing his lip until Ricky licked the digit, I grinned down at him. “Show me if you’re as good as I remembered while in pain last year.”

Ricky grinned back at me before taking the pointed head of my dick in his mouth. I hadn’t had a ton of blowjobs because of my unique shape, and never where I could look down and see the giver so clearly. Ricky might be the worst person for me to be fucking, but damn if he wasn’t gorgeous.

Cursing as he took me deeper, I put one arm out to hold myself up against the wall. Cupping his head, I didn’t urge him deeper or faster, only reminding Ricky I was there as his brown eyes fluttered closed.

We shouldn’t be doing this when Rel could come in at any time, but damned if I was going to let him go right then.

Ricky licked down the underside of my dick from my tip, past where my knot would pop, to my balls and back again before taking me deep. His throat convulsed around me and I felt my balls draw up.

Coming fast was never an issue for me, with the anxiety of my partner seeing or feeling my knot behind every encounter, but with Ricky I was right there. Granted, I had been worked up since the day before in the garage to making him come twice since then. And that fucking lingerie.

Groaning. I couldn’t help my thrust deeper into his throat. Ricky hummed around my length and reached up to tug at my balls, and I was done for. “Coming,” I choked out before pulling back enough to spurt on his tongue as he lapped it each release.

Ricky wrapped both hands around my knot and squeezed, making me let out another volley of come at the contact.

Fuck, had I ever come so much? Yeah, the last time he blew me.

Moving back to get a break on my sensitive flesh, I reached for the washcloth and washed off Ricky’s face before giving a cursory wipe to my dick and turning the water off.

When I stepped out to grab a towel, Ricky’s hand grabbed one wrist. “Wait. Stay?”

Stay? Did he want me to stay the night? I didn’t do sleepovers. “Ricky…”

“You’re as tired as I am,” I argued, licking his lips and letting my wrist go. “And if they call and need us, we’ll both be able to get there faster.”

While I could argue they could call one of us and then we’d let the other go, I found I didn’t want to argue. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

Grabbing a purple towel, I tossed it to him. “Dry off and show me where the bed is.”

“This is Rel’s towel,” he informed me, hanging it up and taking the grey towel I was using even though it was damp from me.

The idea of Ricky rubbing my scent all over himself was hot. But then sharing a bed would do that as well.

Mine. Claim.

My wolf preened at the idea even as I picked up my clothes from the floor and knew they’d go on and mask his scent. I followed Ricky from the room. We’d brushed our teeth at the pack house with their spares, and I really was exhausted.

Ricky led me to the second door across the hall. I was surprised when he opened the door to reveal a big, pine, four-poster bed. It was king-size and took up most of the space.

“Rel kept his old room and I got his parents’ space,” Ricky explained, pulling the dark blue covers back to reveal crisp white sheets. He slid in naked and I went around to the other side.

“This isn’t their actual bed, though. Right?” I asked, feeling self conscious about getting into the bed of a couple I’d been friends with for years before the Kazen’s got tired of the bullshit and left the state.

“No, I need a good mattress,” Ricky confirmed and I slid in beside him. “Upgraded a few years ago.”

“Nice,” I nodded and pulled the sheets over me before staring up at the wood-plank ceiling.

Ricky turned off the light and we laid there in silence for a long moment, listening to the crickets and frogs outside. This was awkward. Maybe I should just get dressed and go home?

Ricky sighed and rolled over. “Lift your arm.”

Without thinking, I did as he asked, letting the smaller man tuck into my side as he rested his head on my chest. “Oh,” I said stupidly. “What’s this?”

“This is called cuddling,” Ricky said with almost no sarcasm. Almost.