He nods, flicking the buckle and loosening his belt. I watch, entranced, as he unzips his pants, peeling them down to the tops of his thighs. It leaves him in the tight boxers, and I lick my lips, eager for more. “Can I see your equipment?”
He bites off a laugh, lifting his hips in my direction. “Be my guest.”
I shuffle forward, humming at the invitation. As my fingers brush the skin of his waist, I pull back in shock. The dusting of golden hairs is silky soft, but his skin is blistering hot. “You’re not in heat?”
“Nope.” He grins at me, sucking in a breath as I inch the cotton down over his hipbones. “Just in furnace-level lust.” I smile back at him, peeling them down to catch on his pants, and he lifts his feet. “Want me to take my boots off?”
“No!” I wrap my hands protectively around his leather-clad calves. “Keep them on.”
He smirks, but his face goes slack as I turn my attention to his equipment. It’s not as big as an alpha’s, but it’s as pretty as it looked on the screen, with a long shaft and pink head. As I lean forward for a closer look, Rowan groans, and a drop of golden fluid appears at the tiny slit in the head. “Slick?” I ask, mesmerized by the sight.
“Pre-cum,” he murmurs back, his voice low and scratchy. “Slick comes from my… ah, my butt.”
I look at him in admiration. “No wonder you won awards for your butt.”
He gives another of those strangled laughs, but he goes quiet as I lean forward and lick the bead away. There’s a hint of salt along with the sweet and I look at him curiously. “Do you make more?”
“Yeah, lots more.”
“And it’s okay if I swallow it?”
“Sweetheart, you can have whatever you want.”
Reassured, I lean in and lick again, circling the silky head with my tongue. I gather up more of the golden drops, and his shaft jerks when I take it in my hands. It’s hot like the rest of him, but damp at the base, and I brush my hand lower, surprised to feel how wet he is between his cheeks. “This is slick?”
“Yeah. Shit. Are you going to…?” His question breaks off as I suck my fingers into my mouth, moaning at the taste. I like his pre-cum, but his slick isdelicious, and I dip my hand back for more. His shaft pulses against my cheek and I catch the ruddy head in my mouth, sucking hungrily as I search for his slick. “Oh, damn. That feelssogood.”
I hum at his approval, licking and sucking his shaft until I can coat my fingers in more of his slick. The mixture is heady, and I gulp him down, thrilled by the tremble I can feel in histhighs. His hands are gripping the comforter, his hips rocking gently, and every time I meet his gaze, his eyes burn into mine. It makes my core throb, and I press forward, taking his equipment deep into my throat until his groan rattles his chest. The shaft thickens, pre-cum flooding my mouth, and I suck harder, wanting to catch every drop.
When his hand comes down on my head, pushing me back a little, I look up at him through hazy eyes. “Sweetheart, I love that so much, but if we don’t stop, I won’t get a chance to knot you.”
My thighs clench as I look at the alpha knot on the bed beside him.I want more of his slick, but I definitely don’t want to miss out on that.
I pull back with a reluctant nod, skimming my fingers over his boots as he kicks them off. He removes his pants and boxers, flashing me a glimpse of his slick-damp butt. He hesitates, but then a cheeky smile cracks his face, and he sits down and pulls the boots back on. I gulp at the sight, and he grins down at me, his equipment so hard and red, my mouth waters. “Want to ride my boot?”
I look at him in confusion and he flexes his hard leather toes. “Take off your pants, Omega, and sit on my shoe.”
I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips, but I’m already stripping down, my thighs so wet an apology hovers on my lips. Rowan must catch it, because he cups my cheek. “You don’t have to feel bad about any of this. Whatever we do, it’s only to make you feel good.”
I nod, my hand gripping his as I lower myself over the tip of his boot. It feels strange at first, cold and rigid against my soft flesh, but as I wiggle to get comfortable, pleasure shoots up my spine. “That’s your clit, sweetheart,” Rowan murmurs, flexing his toes again and sending another zap down my spine. “You can grind your sweet nub on the leather until you’re nice and loose.”
I moan at his instruction, gripping his thigh as I rub against his boot. It doesn’t soften in the least, but the leather grows warm and slippery under me, and I gasp as I look down between my thighs. There’s something so exciting about using his big, powerful boot like this, and I cry out as a wave of pleasure swallows me whole.
I ride it, like he told me to, the room fading away as I wrap my hands around his leg and surrender to the sensation. Pulses of pleasure shake me to my swollen core, and I rub my breasts against the hard seam of his boot. The perfume of my slick mixes with the musky scent of leather and Rowan’s cookie sweetness. I’m not sure how long I hold him like that, but his pupils are blown wide when I finally look up into his face.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, his breath whooshing out of his chest as he bends down and hooks me under the arms. I feel like a dollop of warm honey as he pulls me up his body, scooting back until we’re lying on the bed. I press my hot face against his neck, but I can’t resist peeking down at his boot, a smug smile forming at the way it gleams with my juices. “I got you all messy.”
“You did,” he smirks, licking up a drop of sweat on my collarbone. “You marked me, Omega.”
I like the sound of that, but I like the way he strokes his equipment more. “Will you teach me other things? All the names for all the parts? And what feels good, even though I’d never think to try it?”
He drops a kiss on my nose, then dips lower, licking inside my mouth like he can’t get enough. “I’ll teach you whatever you want to know, sweetheart.”
“Thank you.” He probably doesn’t realize why this means so much to me. Taking care of me is one thing, but teaching me how to ask for what I want is so much more. “Will you show me how to fit the knot?”
He swallows hard, picking up the plastic ring and pressing it into my hands. “It’s not tricky. You just push the head through the hole and slide it down.”
It might be simple, but that doesn’t mean it’s not exciting, especially given the way his shaft throbs as I thread it through the knot. I can’t resist sucking on the plump head a little more, and Rowan leans back on his hands, his hips twitching off the bed. “In case I forget to tell you, this is the hottest heat of my life, Diana.”
