Page 60 of Omega's Secret Guardian
“Okay,” Linus whispered.
With a look of utmost concentration, Storm pressed his fingertips to Linus’ clavicles, following them to his shoulders. Then he cupped Linus’ chest and sides with his large hands, squeezing gently as he made his way down.
His hands covered Linus’ nipples. Linus stopped breathing; Storm pressed down on them.
Storm paused, the warmth of his hands soaking through Linus’ shirt into those sensitive nubs. “Does it hurt here?”
“N-no!” Linus shook his head quickly, his ears growing hot. “I, ah. I breathed in some dust.”
Storm frowned. “I’ll make this quick.”
He reluctantly released Linus’ chest, squeezing further down: Linus’ stomach, his waist, then his hips.
What would it be like, if Storm held his hips for a different purpose entirely?
Secretly, Linus memorized Storm’s touch so he could examine it closely in the privacy of his bedroom.
Storm reached around and lightly pressed down on Linus’ shoulder blades, slowly making his way down to Linus’ lower back.
Linus held his breath.Is he going to touch my ass?
Right before Storm’s fingers went that low, the alpha paused, bringing his hands back between them.
Linus fought down his disappointment.
Instead, Storm grasped Linus’ thigh and squeezed it with both hands. He tugged slightly; the movement spread Linus’ legs.
Linus tried not to react. His blood rushed south anyway.
If Storm wanted to open him up, if Storm wanted to touch between his legs...
Storm didn’t seem to notice his arousal. He frowned at Linus’ thigh, slowly squeezing down to his knee, then his shin. He rotated Linus’ foot, then his other foot.
“Nothing hurts here?” Storm asked.
Linus shook his head, holding his breath as Storm checked his knee and grasped his other thigh.
Storm’s hands almost swallowed his thigh; they were so large. And they moved higher and higher, closer to his—his...
Before his fingers could bump into Linus’ bulge, Storm pulled his hands away.
Linus swallowed his whine.
“One last place to check,” Storm murmured. “This might be... a bit more intimate.”
What could possibly be more intimate than his fingers half an inch from Linus’ cock?
Still distracted, Linus was taken by surprise when Storm scooped him off the ground. Large hands rolled him onto his knees; he almost crashed into Storm’s broad chest.
Linus reached out in alarm and grabbed something—only to realize too late that he was clutching Storm’s muscular thigh.
And now his own hands were barely an inch fromStorm’sgenerous bulge.
Linus gaped.
“Does anything hurt here?” Storm murmured.
He cupped Linus’ ass through his pants and squeezed. Linus’ breath rushed out.
