Nope, I didn’t have any choice but to keep my word.
“Okay,” I said, my voice a little rough, a little breathy. I’d been coughing, after all. “Yeah. You can fuck me.”
The moonlight reflected off of Dimitri’s gray eyes, giving them a bright sheen—and over that, they glowed. Silver and gold, molten, mesmerizing.
“Then get inside,” he growled. “Before we give the neighbors a show.”
He didn’t touch me while I hurried up the walkway, trying not to trip over my own feet even though the bricks were perfectly even. And he didn’t touch me as I got the door open, carefully took off my shoes—because even in a hurry, hand-stitched Italian leather deserved respect—and started up the stairs, working at the knot of my tie as I did.
But I could still feel him. Through the bond, and through the heat and alpha magic he radiated at my back: a heavy pressure that didn’t let me get a full breath, that made my skin crawl with anticipation.
I knew what he felt like inside me now. How his cock would open me up so that his knot could force its way in. Plenty of shifter-centric porn had alpha tops, and I’d seen close-ups of what a knot looked like in someone else’s ass: the bottom’s hole stretched obscenely, shiny and pink, and his cheeks spread apart, his whole pelvis strained to the limit.
That’s what I’d looked like when Dimitri had taken me the other night. That’s how I’d look now, with Dimitri watching.
A shuddering moan rose up in my throat, and I choked it back, squeezing my eyes shut against the dizzying humiliation of it. My cock stirred. Nerves. Adrenaline caused physical arousal sometimes. Fear could, too.
I draped my jacket over the chair in my bedroom and tossed my tie on top of it, starting on my shirt buttons.
Dimitri still hadn’t touched me and hadn’t said a word, simply doing the same with his own clothes, dropping his jacket and then his shirt in the same pile with mine.
Fuck, our clothes. On the same bedroom chair. All mingled together…the intimacy of it hit me overwhelmingly.
He was my mate.
And my mate had started getting his trousers off, revealing the thick, heavy bulge in the front of his boxers, as if the hard muscles of his chest and shoulders weren’t enough to intimidate me. I’d automatically flipped the light switch as I walked into the room, so I could see every detail.
Just like he’d be able to see every detail of me.
I swallowed hard and worked my own zipper open, fumbling my trousers and boxers down and off. Picking up the pants and putting them on the chair was beyond me. I left them where they lay and got on the bed, lying back on the pillows and waiting for Dimitri to tell me how he wanted me. This was his reward, after all. He got to call the shots.
When he stopped on the way to the bed to grab my bespoke trousers off the floor, shake them out, and put them neatly over the back of the chair, the words burst out of me involuntarily: “I can blow you first, if you want.”
Oh, Christ. What had I just said? What was wrong with me?
He turned slowly, giving me a fabulous view of his taut back muscles and a hard, muscular ass. Not to mention those legs. It took me a second to scan back up to his face.
“I don’t need both,” he said. “Your ass is more than enough. You’re not into this, right? So that’s not fair to ask of you.”
He didn’t want me to? He didn’twantme to? Yeah, I didn’t want to either, I’d been offering out of generosity, but…fuck that! I had a fucking amazing mouth.
“I’m actually gay, remember? And I’m not a selfish top. I go down on guys I sleep with. It’s not a big deal.”
His eyes flickered from mine to my mouth, and he reached down, stroking his cock from root to tip, swiping his thumb over the glans. It’d already gotten mostly hard, and it stiffened even more in his grasp. My mouth watered. Jesus, I shouldn’t be nervous. I’d sucked plenty of cock.
Maybe I should get on my knees for this? Would he expect that? Having him lie down might be easier, but…and then he took the decision out of my hands, crossing to the bed and climbing up to kneel over me, legs on either side of my hips. The touch of his skin sent a shockwave through me.
“Lean back and open your mouth.” That tone of command again, and my mind went all light and distant, my neck hot and prickly.
Dimitri gently took my glasses off my face and set them on the nightstand. I blinked at his blurrier, but still fucking enormous, cock bobbing there a couple of feet from my face.
I leaned back, and he moved up, straddling my waist and bending down to brace a hand on the headboard. The other took hold of his cock and stroked it again, pointing it directly at my mouth.
Porn directors really had something with the camera angle thing. Because from where I was, Dimitri’s cock looked like the Washington Monument.
He didn’t ask and didn’t wait, simply pushing the thick head into my open mouth. It rested heavy on my lower lip, weighed my tongue down, thrust against the roof of my mouth, filling me up, hot and salty and sweet. Dimitri filled my vision, too: the ripple of his hard abs, his torso looming over me.
“Can you take it if I fuck your mouth?”
